summer school has been good. ironically. i have become fit [-ter] which is a first for me since i officially declared myself the laziest person on the planet months ago. my gym final consists of a twelve-minute run, where we have do to six laps [or one and a half miles] in twelve minutes. not gunna happen, hefferrrrr. i'd rather kill myself. no final in desktop publishing. score babehhh. <3

four!more!days!left!

woohoo.

so yesterday was a grand ol' time.

meghan and i went to watch lady in the waterrrrr at four. i saw marc and neel's brother! it's funny how the ivy league kids work at emagine. anyways, super good movie surprisingly. i liked it since it's something original, not a remake. the director did a good job creating a story from scratch. i recommend that movie. funfun. i won a pink princess bouncy ball and meghan won a white superstar bouncy ball after the movie, at that sly claw machine. then we went to coldstone, where we were approached by eight-year-old [?] skater kids who wanted to burrow a dollar. he was all like "can i have a dollar?" and i was all like "no." and he was all like "i think you have a dollar, you're just not giving it to me." what a dumbass. akd;jwe9jd54ws545t WHO SAYS THAT! why didn't he just go ask his baby-sitter?

then stacey, rach, and i went to see little man. what a pointless movie. this dumbass man and his son sat in front of us. before the  movie  PREVIEWS started, the kid turned around and said "will you PUH-LEASE stop talking?" and of course being the wonderful citizens that we are, we didn't. but seriously, chill your balls! who cares about the fucking realty advertisements. it's probably because i'm asian, isn't it? so not only that, little cakesniffers sat behind us. how can they even get into pg13 movies nowadays? hm maybe they met puberty early. yeahhh, so during the movie, -kick- -kick-. i had half a nerve to turn around and see how far my foot could go up their asscracks. -kick- the movie was really funny though .. in a stupid, inappropriate sort of way. i love the wayans. i recommend white chicks, the best movie of all time. -kick- if you haven't seen it yet.

so that was my weekend thus far.
plus gym bookwork. ewies.

i can't wait to go out again and see everyone. by everyone, i mean my stephypants!

peace.

<3

.boredom sucks ass.

SUP kids. i know i never update this because i'm lazy, but here goes. for the past week, i've taken summer school. and i have to continue for the next four weeks. :[ it's boot camp slash hell .. to put it lightly. after attendence each morning, our eighty-person gym class runs on the track for twenty minutes. though no one really runs. last week, we played softball and ultimate frisbee after running. softball is a satanic sport. then we head into a classroom in northern, where we are taught absolutely nothing. then fitness room. homosexual. desktop publishing is boring and lame. kinda like orchestra! :]

my friend wendy had this in her aim profile.
hah, it's funny.

éTHEY SEE ME ROLLIN.

  THEY HATIN'.

p  PATROLLING.

b  THEY TRYIN' TO CATCH ME RIDIN' DIRTY.

the end.

i want to go to three concerts. is that so hard to do?

numero uno. thee highly-acclaimed warped tour. fantastic indeed. if only liz would call the damn ticketmaster and fucking call me back with ticket prices! i don't want to resort to liz's blowjobs. and caity-lynn has the funniest idea that she could pretend to be emo for the warped tour. she's not kidding either. she earnestly believes she can pull it off. poor child.

numero dos. ashlee simpson's concert at dte energy. laugh all you want, but i like some of her songs. [regardless of if she can sing them or not.]

numero tres. the red hot chili peppers concert at the palace in november. yes indeed. it's two weeks after my birthday, yet my evil parents most likely wouldn't buy me tickets. danielle got tickets, and is going with someone else. hoe. :] hehe just kidding.

so if anyone could hook me up, i would greatly appreciate it. my fourth of july weekend has been pathetically lame. i did nothing besides sleep, but then again, that's all i wanted to do. i didn't go up north as planned and my mom's pissed off at me. -shrugs- whatever. i think i'm home alone until tomorrow night.

i have breadsticks that are calling my name. peace.

LJVE, SHEILA.

it's midnight, i'm bored.
yes, i shall ramble on about my adventures. <3

once upon a time, i bought a lottery ticket at the local bazaar. i brought it home and scratched it, finding out that i won $582,000,654,574,201,973. astounding, i know. so as i went to cash it in, i heard a noise in a tree. i looked to see a widdle, distressed kitten in the tree. i decided to save the poor thing despite my allergies. i made a rope with my clothes and climbed it, rescuing it from harm's way. i gave it to it's owner, an ancient lady, and she thanked me so much that she called the mayor to tell him of my heroic deed. he gave me a nobel peace prize and i thanked him profusely. so when i finished my daily heroic chore, i continued my walk to the bazaar to cash in my winning lotto ticket. but before i could walk in the store, i heard a woman scream "help me, anyone! if only there was someone heroic and brave enough to help me. is there such a person?" i turned around to look and saw a man was stealing her purse. i shouted "hey, drop that purse you whoreface." i pounced on him in a michael-fashion, knocking him out cold. i snatched the purse from his filthy hands and gave it to the woman. she said "thank you! you are my hero!" i continued walking to the store, where i finally got to cash my winnings. and then, all of a sudden, an alarm went off! the sound of a siren. balloons and confetti fell like rain from the ceiling. the man at the counter told me "you are our millionth customer!" and he presented me with a new hummer! the type rappers would roll in. i said "tyte," and returned home with my brand spankin' new hummer and my dough. the end.

not a lot happened to me today.

so i want to go to a concert.
perhaps all-american rejects, since
that's my new obsession. if anyone has
tickets, you know who to call.

MIDTERMS ARE OVER AND THERE'S NO MORE SCHOOL!

so this entire week pretty much sucked. i became nocturnal, staying up until five am to cram for finals. which i guarantee i did poorly on. yesterday was the last day of school. as soon as i got home, i dropped dead in my bed. which is actually really comfy. i slept from eleven to eight at night. then i woke up, ate dinner, and slept more. it was great. :]]

recently i found out that a friend smokes. i don't accept her decisions or how she escapes reality through whatever means. however, i'm not refusing her as a friend because i knew her when she was "good" and i truly believe that she will change. nevertheless, people should not give in to peer pressure through cigarettes because it makes you look weak. people cannot deal with stress any other way, so they choose to result to something harmful. talk about regret later in your life.

LET'S TALK ABOUT THE GOOD THINGS!

go-karting this weekend with stephanie and meggster.
i'm excited. get pumped!

oh yeah, and i can't wait for the orch. retreat!
high ropes = sweet.

plus new boy update.
i seriously idolize this kid named sudershan. he is truly the most brilliant genius-like person ever. he's really modest and antisocial, and i think he's scared of me when i run up to him and give him hugs in the hall. oh well.

until next time, au revoir.

edit ;;

justkiddingjustkidding. i got planss. :]]

tomorrow i'm going to the mall with liz, caity-lynn, and paola. saturday i don't know what's happening. possibly seeing da vinci code with the mom. sunday is the senior concerto concert. woo.

i figured that i like to write a lot.
i write, then i eat, then i write summore.

ss.