A Quickie

Typical; I'm home on a friday night. Even more typical I just woke up from a nap. I have to say that I was rather angry when I woke up some 20 minutes ago. The weather is getting hotter and I'm not happy at all. Although I love the clothes that I wear in the summer...I absolutely hate being hot. I get easily irritated and grouchy. It's not pretty. Anway besides my current discontent with the climate, I am so happy that there is only 9 more school days left before I graduate!!!!!!!!!! Yeah it's pretty exciting

So let's do a little quickie shall we.
Update

- I have really bad seniorosis. Well actually I've had that since the second semester of freshman year, but this last semester of high school is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. So very bad. I'm the epitome of laziness.

- I have really bad cramps and it's pissing me of at this very moment.

- All my favorite shows (i.e: FRINGE, Smallville, Dollhouse...etc) all had their finales these past two weeks. So basically the television and I are no longer going to spend time together.

- Senior trip to Marine World is this coming Friday 05/22

- I have to remember to buy big sun hats for the stupid graduation practices!

- I want to fly back to HK this summer!

- Rube Goldberg project in Physics is due in a week and a half. DAMNIT.

- I have to work on all my missing assignments this weekend... yay



That's basically it for now, I can't wait to get the faaaaaaack out of here!



-elle

Oh yeah!



HAPPY 18th Birthday to Conor Peterson!

If I Were A Math Genius

...I wouldn't be up at the hour still studying for a test. I know shame on me; Facebook and blogger has tempted me again. Can't a girl take a break??? My brain is about to explode if I do another practice problem on this stupid conics concept! I hate you Apollonius! I've never been the fastest at math, but I stuck to it passing all my math classes with at least a C since sophomore year. In my opinion, a C is good enough. It's shocking to see how low my standards for a grade has gotten over the years. I don't know if it's senioritis...but I'm definitely falling way behind. (Though I think I've had senioritis since second semester of freshman year!) I can't seem to focus in any of my classes! It seems as though right when I sit in my seat; I am knocked out. Seriously I sleep through the whole period without knowing it. Particularly in Mr. Smith's...I just can't listen to him and his equations for more than a minute! I am both embarassed, frustrated, and tired of my laziness. If I could kick myself, I would.

Anyway that's my rant for today. I should go and continue my studying... that is, IF I don't fall asleep first or if Facebook doesn't seduce me again lol...

Gaaad I'm so screwed lol. I have a test tomorrow! LOL

...

I'm laughing because I feel so effing helpless and pathetic!

Damn it.



*Yes Patrick I still owe you a blog, don't worry it'll come soon and Ali I will scan that beautiful drawing of yours soon enough.




Peace

-elle

When I Brought My Spider to School

I've been very ill the past 4 days and it suuuuuuucks. In the mornings I sound like a man. I can't breath through my nose and when I breathe through my mouth, I start coughing like I have SARS. My mom thinks I'm pretending...WTF? This morning I called her from the bedroom, because I was going to ask her where the cough medincine was so I can take some before I go to school. Before I could even ask her, she goes:

"What? Don't tell me you're not going to school? I told you not to go to San Francisco, now you don't want to go??"

Yeah, yeah even though I was sick I still went to SF with some friends yesterday. It was fun, but I think I just made my already frail health worse. Who cares? I STILL went to school today, so I don't know why she's being so darn sassy with me. Gad that mother gives me headaches.

Despite the effing cold and stormy weather I went to school and basically slept through first period. Then second period came along and I felt a little better. My darling Sonia let me play with her new friend; George the iphone. She's so nice to cheer me up and playing with George was definitely a plus. The warmth and happiness of second period only lasted so long because it ended so quickly. We got out of class and it was pouring outside and it was windy as hell.

I got to third period soaking wet. There were puddles everywhere. Damn booby traps. I was so wet and angry that I decided to reward myself with a little snooze. Everything was going well until I was poked really hard right in the middle of my back. I knew exactly who it was... Patrick Armstrong. That guy is unbelievable, he finds some sort of pleasure in jabbing, poking, excessively probing, and making fun of me. So I turned around and told him off:

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuch, why did you poke me?! What's wrong with you??!! You woke me up?!"

Of couse he lied and said: "I didn't f***ing touch you! What the hell are you smoking?! You're f***ing crazy, I haven't moved an inch"

I was sooo mad at him the whole period, because I thought he poked me really hard and he disturbed my sleep! Then towards the end of the period I found out...I had a dream that he poked me. In reality a girl patted me on the head and the gesture translated into a dream that Patrick poked me hard and woke me up...

LOL

I guess I feel sort of bad, but I didn't know I was dreaming. Whooops.

Fourth period; Sone and I chatted a bit with Jess over FB chat.

Lunch: Wonderful chicken sandwich.

*The good parts start here:

Physics class (fifth) was different today. Our beloved Mr. unnamed was absent and we got a sub that we least expected. It was the other physics teacher down the hall. He was a meaner-less rebellious-less-fun-less happy-more square-hardass- anal one. If it came down to it; he was like THE Nazi-Physics teacher. I mean he was scary and what he called humor was mispronouncing kids' names during role call. I mean he was bleak.

After his 'jokes' we were instructed to write notes on this video (Nicola Tesla). Like always our little corner weren't really paying attention. Kercia decided to have 4 ongoing notes simultaneously being passed around us. Then Allison found this long pipe that she used to talk to us. She would position the pipe right near our ear and whisper sweet nothings to us. Well not exactly more like saying our name in a disturbing manner...sounded more like a mating call, but whatever (hahaha)!

All of a sudden Mr. Anal-crazy-Nazi-Physics teacher came from behind us and scolded us. Then he even took the pipe away! He said in a very stern voice: "You ladies better pay attention or I'll tell your teacher...blar blar blar...etc" It was funny to see Allison a little stunned and scared! Actually Sonia and I were a little too scared of him. He was so angry he looked like he's going to snap us into halves! Dammmmmn it.

So after that little incident we chose to behave...

I miss our REAL teacher. Life is harsh; you can never get anything you want these days.

Finally it was the last period of the day...God It took long enough. I was sitting there with Kercia to my right, Sonia behind me, Mike Molvik in front of me, and I thought to myself where is my spider. So I looked for him and I searched in my pockets. When I found him; I took him out and I had an idea. I've been scaring people all day so I decided to play a trick on Michael Molvik. So I placed my black spider on his shoulder, tapped him, and said: "Hey Michael...there's a spider on you"

Funniest thing I've ever seen. He turned his head to where I was pointing and he flipped out. His scream was supressed but you can tell that he's literally convulsing in his seat trying to shake the huge (fake) spider off! The he was like "Wha wha whoa, ahhh!" He was like stunned by fear and he jerked back and forth.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

I couldn't ask for a better reaction. I love him. Then after a good minute of fighting with this fiend and it fell to the ground he realized it was a phony killer spider. Kercia, Sonia, Maria-Paz, Gerry, Alexa, and other people that witnessed it could not stop laughing. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard, I laughed so hard that I started coughing. I coughed so hard that I felt like I was going to cough up a lung. So in other words, it was great!!! Oh man Mike was a good sport though: "I thought I was going to have a heart attack"

But then after Mike calms down, all of us couldn't stop laughing and Mr. Wright got butt-hurt again and decided to move Kercia away from me. I was so sad...

So I took matters into my own hand and wrote a letter to him:

(click to see it clearer)

We'll see if Mr.Wright will listen to Jesus.

Until next time :)

-elle

4.0 for a day

Today I woke up at 5 45 am. I'm halfway into my senior year of high school and you'd think I'd eventually grow fond of lack of sleep but getting up in the morning is still the hardest thing ever and of course high school still sucks. Perhaps even more lately. Senior project is a waste of time and I don't see why I have to write an essay to graduate. I mean is it enough that we excessively write in-class essays, normal essays, analyses for poems and books and why romanticism affected the 1700s. Damn. it.

Good news is my paper passed, so I can't complain. I can't speak for the 70 percent of the seniors though (so I've heard). Most of them were placed on the first safety net for technical errors. There were tears shed and blood spilled today. Well maybe not the blood, but there was definately crying. I felt bad for the people that didn't pass just because some teachers are a little more anal than others. Oh man, life is harsh. Anyway the weather was nice though. I'm breathing. I can walk. I'm healthy and the best thing? My GPA skyrocketed from a 3.7 to a 4.0 today! I asked my teacher if he could log in some extra credits I did last semester to change my grade to a B but instead he accidentally placed an A! The whole day I was bouncing, hopping, and skipping like a queer. I was so so so so so very happy. I couldn't even hide my dumb expression of happiness, a kid in my class asked me if I was high... haha. So like I said It was a good feeling. The feeling that I'm actually one of the smart asians, but this could only last so long.

Eventually when school ended I realized that I have to go tell my teacher about this wonderful mistake. I know I should just shut up and go along with it. Sort of see it like a blessing, right? Believe me if I were a scheming teenager I'd gladly shut my mouth and live my life with my 4.0...but I can't. I have this annoying thing called a conscience nagging at me. I wish I was more of a unscrupulous little bastard. Oh well, it was nice having it for an afternoon. I came home showed my mom my transcript with the 4.0 and said, "Look mother I have a 4.0! "
After she soaks in that good moment, let her glow with pride for a bit. Then I'll tell her that it was a mistake and that I'll have to go send my teacher that e-mail informing him he has made my day, but I don't deserve that beautiful A he's given me...

So that was my day. Nice weather, temporary 4.0, and looking high on crack.
What more can I ask for?


-elle