School, pleeeaaaaase burn down...

By the way, I'm probably be quitting Cold Stone's...I'm sick of people lining OUT THE DOOR for 6 hours straight...God, people, how much ice cream do you want? Americans sure do love their ice cream....and those Asians who request the most (Sinless sweet cream with more berries, more coconut, more bananas...who cares if sinless sweet cream is hard as a brick, you're doing all the work)...they NEVER tip. I like working there, but my boss needs to learn how to be more magnanimous with her damn money.

So, I might work in Chili's. The one next to Tyson's. Anybody wanna join me?

I'm so sleeeeeepy and bloated. Gag, thirsty too. But too lazy to get some. Mu haha.

I don't know why my dad won't let me work on weeknights. I do nothing anyway. But I just finished reading Crime and Punishment !! It's an incredibly rich and wholesome book, quite enjoyable. But it freaked me out how the main character (a murderer with an axe and a half-maniacal-delirious mind) is so similar to me. Gah. I know I would have been like him if I hadn't known God. Thank God for God. Anyway, I absolutely recommend reading it. (Bonus: you get to know the insides of Sophia's messed up mind!! Since my moods can be enigmatic and I fail in trying to explain myself, this is a perfect opportunity to find out the degree of Sophia's depravity. Not that you care, but who knows what stunt I might perform with an axe as well? You want to stay away...wink.)

Currently Reading Ethan Frome (Dover Thrift Editions) By Edith Wharton see related

What the fuck, who is assholic, bitching, shit-faced stench of a pimple who trashed Joyce's xanga? Joyce,  can't believe you're not pissed, but at least you feel our love, we're all pissed for you. (Be thankful, it's not easy to love you. Hahahaa, jkjk)

I failed the essay section of the SATs. Ijust found out you could only stick to ONE point of view. I sort of vacillated between TWO. I freaking messed up. Yup, I screwed up bad. According to the collegeboard essay rubric, the most I can score is 1. NYU, Northwestern, Cornell...Good bye. It was nice dreaming about attending you.

Am I pissed about this? Hell yeah, I was. When my friend told me (not too subtley) that I was basically screwed, you can bet I was screaming my head off. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! MOTHER-F***ing SHIT of a ASSHOLE! I am a MAJOR MULTIPLE MUD-SUCKING MUTANT!!" Just like that. Thank God there was a sub in my Precalc class or off to detention I go.

Anyway, I've calmed down now. For the most part, anyway.  I mean, there has to be a reason God allowed this to happen. Everything is in God's hands, and all I have to do is trust his good will and SURRENDER. God has always tried to get me to surrender myself and I have always downright point blank refused. Now He's dangling my worldly dreams and goals and motives on the most tenuous thread of string, and I am just forced to step back and let Him guide me. Pray, Sophia, pray. I pray that whatever happens I will be able to thank God and see his purpose.

Okay, I'm not going to Korea or Singapore after all. My parents are going, though, and I'm going to be home all alone with my brother!! WOO HOO!!! Party, people! Break out that beer! haha, just kidding, I don't drink beer. And probably no parties...they'll be gone in the final exam week. They're doing this on purpose.

SAT's are OVER!!! Double WHOOPS!! It was oh, God, soo sooo soooo tedious!! Long and boring and I couldn't wait till I was done. Some of the reading passages were really incomprehensible. And I didn't understand some vocabs.

I can't wait till Saturday when SATs is OVER!!! Now I know how Joyce felt each time SAT came up....It's so annoying, it's like a BIG studying session you have to do...3 hour 45 minutes...That's crazy....I'm going to get leg, back, and butt cramps. And they don't even allow you to bring food to eat!! Do they want me to starve to death?

I'm going to Korea and Singapore this summer....99% chance. My dad insists on it, he says it's my duty as a daughter to obey. So I got to give up my internship after Joyce's dad (and Joyce) and my art teacher already wrote me recommendations. Boo hoo. For some reason I don't really want to go to Korea...Being with my relatiives make me feel so uncomfortable, I feel like they're inspecting me (which they are) and my grandparents are so old-school, I have to formal and polite and all laced-up all the time. Also they'll probably force me to eat some disgusting Korean stew and stuff rice into my mouth.