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| I have now moved onto my el-jay. Most of it is friends only, but then again, most of the time I just ramble about crap and other useless stuff.
PS. I guess this counts as notifying you that I have a xanga, albeit a very little used one Azra.
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| my tenative schedule for next year:
0. AP Biology
1. AP English 3
2. AP Physics
3. HP Pre-Calculus
4. AP Statistics
5. AP US History
6. HP French 4/AP French 5
This is not in order in according to periods. It's just typed in the order that I remembered them off the top of my head.
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| There was a strange occurrence today, in the wee hours of the morning.
I woke up at 3:14 AM thinking it was time for me to start preparing for
school. Naturally, I got up and started to prepare. At the time I get
up, it still looks like it's nighttime, so it's sort of hard to tell
whether I've woken up at the right time or not. I checked my watch, and
saw that there were still two hours or so before I needed to get up. I
went back to sleep, but this time, though I haven't the faintest idea
why, I put my hands underneath my head and slept like that. Well, I
woke up again at about 5:15 AM, and found that my hands were completely
literally numb. It reminded me of the time I had to get some teeth
pulled and the dentist numbed my mouth completely. I would pinch and
bite my lip, but nothing would happen at all. So, naturally, my hands
felt like two pairs of overblown clumsy rubber gloves. I pretty much
clapped the watch between my hands and squashed the little light up
button. Well, because it's not often that my hands numb up, I bit my
hand to see if I could feel anything. Naturally? I felt nothing. Rubber
hand!! Just as I thought i would be stuck with inflatable hands for the
entire day, I managed to get the feeling back into them by rubbing my
hands together and sitting on them. A miracle.
Oh yes. Elbert has hairy caterpillar eyebrows. Just had to say that. | | |
| Ironically, today is also a New Years Day. Chinese New Years to be precise. What a wonderful day. Homeless
people get to have a good meal at a Buddhist Temple. Yes. I had no idea what I was supposed to be praying
for today. Mostly because I forgot all the Mandarin. Yeah. Didn't go to the temple last year. My mom insisted
that we wear something nice, so I wore my Benetton coat. Christina forgot to put the recharged battery in the
digital camera, so we couldn't take any nice pictures. My mom asked me to pray for good health and whatnot, but
some of the things she asked for me to pray for were a bit materialistic. I'm kind of agnostic, so I wasn't
sure exactly what to do. But it was a family event that we did every year except for last year, so I did it anyways.
Incense smells nice. I prayed for good health in my family and for me to be a better person and stop "hating" people.
I was supposed to pray for Christina's entrance into a good college, but I sort of forgot. Oh well. There was this
funny thing that we had to do, putting chips of wood in a smouldering fire. It started crackling quite a bit, so
Christina and I dumped sand on it. We rang a bell and touched it like it was a holy relic and did the same with an
elaborately carved drum. I always wanted to ring the gong and tap the drum/block thing. The concept was a bit
strange. But it gave me a chance to examine the carvings on the drum.
After prayer, we ate the food provided by the temple. Which was kind of cool. Except for the fact that my mom gave
me and my sister too much food to eat. We went to a market afterwards and Christina dumped two bottles of Pocari Sweat
in my arms and a big bottle of Calpico water. Both of us were listening to her Ipod nano, so it was a bit awkward walking
over to my mom's shopping cart. I need to play piano today. And I dislike this layout now. I'll put a new one up soon.
uh.. and an entry I forgot to put in yesterday:
Person #783: lYk oMG lEslIE!!11 iT's bEEn SuCH a LoNG tIME sINce I'Ve sEEn yOOh!!11
yue
lai (leslie): First of all, It's "Leslie". Second of all, I'm not
helping you with your homework unless you type using proper grammar.
Person #783: fine. do u kno wat the hisotry hwk is?
yue lai: Chapter 20 Outline and the Discussion Questions 1-5.
Person #783: ok. thx.
Day Before the Homework is Due....
Person #783: lYk caN yOOh hELp me W/ mah hW???
yue lai: Grammar.
Person #783: fyne. how do u do teh history questoins 1-5??//
yue lai: you answer them.
Person #783: nooo.. lyk, the answers
yue lai: If you did the the outline, you should know the answers.
Person #783 but i dun get it!!1111
yue lai: I think you're just lazy.
Person #783 signed off at 6:52:13 PM.
Interesting real life situation.
Sorry if I sound like a cynic or something, but REALLY PEOPLE. You're
not going to learn anything by copying off another's piece of
homework. I will help you by explaining the damn problem to you and
showing you the steps it takes to do it. But I am NOT going to just
hand my sheet of homework to you and let you mooch off of me. For all
those overachievers getting a "bad grade (depending on the situation)"
in HP Chemistry or whatever, it's your own damn fault. Do you really
think that you can possibly learn the subject by copying another
person's homework and then "understanding" it? Give me a break.
I'm apologize if this applies to you, but the truth hurts. Get over it.
Okay. I need to stop letting the cynic take over. I lock you in a box, my good sir.
Anyways, back to the topic that was mentioned in the title.
Okay. I'll admit it. It was funny for a while, but now it's just
getting old. Please stop those stupid little side comments and
pointless shouts in class. An example?
Scenario 1:
Teacher: Okay, I really hope I'm not boring anyone to sleep or anything.
Student (I'm pondering if I should use your name): *muttering* but one person sleeps in your class everyday.
Scenario #2:
Random Student: LESLIE! WAKE UP!!!!
Yue Lai (Leslie): *eardrums are broken*
Gee. I didn't know that you were that
concerned over me that you would go to the point of yelling across the
room for me to open my eyes just because you didn't want me to miss
whatever thing we're learning today. Really people, what I do does
not concern you. I mean, just because you have a freaking attitude
issue that likes seeing students getting in trouble so you can laugh at
them, doesn't mean that you have to employ it all the time to make your
insecure self feel better. I admit it, I guess it IS funny to watch me
sleep in class, but by watching me, you're missing the
ohsoveryinteresting lesson that you didn't want me to "miss" either.
And just to let you know, 50% of the time you're asking me to wake up,
it's when I am actually awake. When you tell me to wake up and my eyes are open, I then think that you need to have your eyesight checked.
Yeah. I do have a problem with staying awake, I can sleep almost
anywhere. But I usually only sleep in class when I already understand
the material. Mr. Lamb's classroom is so stiflingly warm, and might I
add, shitheads, I finish all my classwork before I go and take a
snooze. It's not my fault that you disgusting overachievers prefer to
socialize and "do your classwork" at the same time and take about 40
minutes to do it, while I, because of lack of people to talk to (most
of my friends are in junior year), finish earlier than you with plenty
of time to kill. What am I supposed to do? Learn the secret arts of
shoemaking while you're off gadding? Gosh people.
And
regarding the issue of "waking me up", I have already enlisted people
to painfully jab me awake, if I were to actually go into dreamland and
think about fluttering butterflies being ridden by the Frogs of the
Trapezoidian Desk.
Okay, to show you a guide to help your confunded minds comprehend my sleeping pattern, please refer to this guide.
Zero Period - Current Life Issues: I finish my class work before I
drift off. There's nothing really that I don't know yet, that I have
to stay awake.
First Period - AP European History: I sometimes fall
asleep when she lectures, so shoot me. I got up at 5:30 AM. History
comes naturally to me, though I haven't the faintest idea why (why
couldn't it be art! ><).
Second Period - English Exp 2: If
we're learning the vocabulary words of the week, and most of my
vocabulary homework is finished, go screw yourself in a corner.
Third Period - Advanced Algebra 2: As previously stated, classwork
finished, I go space out. If it's material I've already covered and
are familiar with, go and pay attention. I don't really care to
relearn it.
Fourth Period - AP Chemistry: I never fall asleep in this class. NEVER.
Fifth Period - Choir: Only when I am ill and are on pharmaceutical drugs.
Sixth Period: French III: A continuation of drugs. But I'll admit it,
I shouldn't nap in this class just because I find the fact that most of
the students are socializing instead of paying attention makes it
virtually useless for me to learn anything at all.
Now, ways to tell if I am really asleep:
If my head is rested on my hand, and my eyes are closed, chances are,
I'm spacing out and waiting for the rest of you to hurry your buttocks
up. In this case, I am waiting for the part of the lesson I actually
need. If my head is not being propped up, and it's jerking
erratically, I am asleep. I don't need to have a "propping area" to go
to sleep. I'll just shut my eyes and drift off. If my eyes are open,
I'm awake. No shit sherlock. Just because my chinky eyes are so
"small" that it makes me look like I have no eyes at all doesn't mean
that they're shut.
However, I will agree that it is
disrespectful to be falling asleep in class. So I'll try harder not
to. Instead, I'll being doing all my homework and Kumon so I can play
Harvest Moon at home. If not that, then I will be reading a
novel/drawing/entertaining myself. If all else fails, screw it, I'm
going to sleep.
Really, stop making such a large fuss. If you
continue on in this manner, I'll begin to think that you're just
jealous of me because of the fact that I can sleep through every class
and still pass with a 4.0 GPA (hopefully a 4.167 or a 4.234(?) next
semester!!). Well you know what, you dried of piece of envy? If I do
happen to fall asleep in class when it's something that I ought to
know, I make up for it by working harder to understand the concepts at
home. Now go, and release all your issue problems onto someone else.
If you do not cease to persist, I'm afraid I shall have to dispose of
you.
The death bit was actually a joke. You can laugh at that. Have a wonderful day
evening! And yes, I do regard most of you as a shallow, too talkative,
spiteful, jealous, attention-seeking, overachieving lot. Not that I
can't be shallow and spiteful and jealous and overachieving. It's just
that you people tend to be that all the time.
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| my actual blog is so much cooler than this
yeah. so i haven't blogged in a while. mostly because there isn't
really anything interesting to say. so where to start? well.. Winter
Break started today. I have two weeks of "relaxation". notice that
"relaxation" is in quotations. Most of my teachers decided that they
wanted to give a "little" homework. i would like to finish most of it
this week, so that I may relax the following week, but I don't see that
happening. repeating "must concentrate" like a mantra won't work
either. oh well. i'll try my best. *shrugs* anyways.. onto more
interesting news (i suppose it's more interesting)...
yeah. so it finally happened.
now get your freaking mind out of the gutter you perverts. i don't mean
SEX. yeesh. yeah. anyways, i finally got my hair cut. It's a little
shorter than I would have liked, but ah well. *shrugs* I don't know how
it happened, but i now apparently have emo-ish side bangs and my
hairline is a bit off center. it isn't too bad, but now nobody can try
and make me dress more feminine, because my haircut is too tomboy-ish
now. *snickers* i feel kind of bald. i've always been used to pulling
back all of my thick long hair into a ponytail, but since my mom
layered it, the remaining hair i pull back makes my hand feel so empty.
it's okay overall, but now i have to go digging through drawers for
bobby pins, as my bangs won't stay out of my face.
yeah. please send me songs by The CLAZZIQUAI Project. thank you. i'm going to sleep now.
oh yes. PSAT score.
Critical Reading: 57/80
Mathematics: 59/80
Writing: 62/80
Overall: 178/240
Percentile: 84%
now leave me alone. i don't give a ding-dong if you're smarter then me. just stop asking to see my test. | | |
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