I was indulging myself with some delicious chips formally known as "Doritos". I grabbed a piece and slowly chewed on the crunchy tortilla chips, savoring its cheddar cheese flavor. It was truly a great moment until I, unfortunately, dropped a very small piece of it. I let out a small cry, but was consoled by the almighty cheese-flavored tortilla chips. I reached for a glass cup filled with Arizona Green Tea and slowly sipped it. Suddenly, I felt a sudden urge to explode in the area above my private-parts. I had to urinate. I set aside the bag of heaven and stood up, only to feel a sudden prick of pain. I staggered for a second, and raised my leg to see what attacked me. To my demise, it was a piece of Doritos chips. I cried out and did my best to prevent the blood from gushing out. I limped towards the bathroom and cleaned the mess spot-free. It was truly a terrible experience.
Abridged version: I EAT DORITOS. PIECE FALL. I STEP ON IT. PAINFUL. SHIT.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
My Christmas
This year's Christmas for me was different.
We're feeling the effects of the global recession, so this time we didn't have money to spend to buy gifts and a Christmas tree. Instead, I got a long, memorable card from my parents. Now I was completely fine with this, since it's the thought that counts.
Yesterday on Christmas Eve, my parents got into this huge, disgusting fight. It was over money, of course, and they didn't talk or see each other for the remaining hour. I tried to intervene their argument to see if I can help, but all it did was make me involved in their troubles. It was total bullshit.
It was quiet from then on. The only noise I heard was from either my iPod or the sounds of fingers typing on the computer. It did not feel like Christmas at all. It just seemed like a normal day.
This morning, I woke up at around 10 and took a shower, because my mom was basically forcing me to go to this church service. I didn't argue, because it was Christmas! My dad was just lying there on the bed, not moving because he said he was sick. Hmmm, sick on a day we go to church. How surprising. Mom didn't bother with him and we just left.
We arrived at church around 11:10, and ALL the parking lots were full. So my mom was starting to bitch about how it was all my fault for making her late, when I specifically remembered I was waiting for HER to finish putting on make-up and shit. But whatever, we found space on the sidewalk and parked there.
Got in, ALL the service halls were filled, so we stayed in the food court (Yeah, our church is REALLY big.) I just played games on my iPod and texted to friends on my phone for about two hours when the service finally ended. My mom's always in a good mood after service, so we ate at a restaurant and went to this mall.
This was the spotlight of the day.
The mall was REALLY big. Four floors (Six if you included the garage), and it was going to have a grand opening the day after tomorrow. My mom is a realtor, and she had some commercial space there in the mall, so she had a key to get in. We snuck in, and it was amazing. No one but us, HUGE mall.
We ran around, we danced for a little, we looked at the closed stores for a while. It was AMAZING. I miss it already.
I was there for about an hour, and my mom got her paper work. We left and came back home, and I'm sipping on hot cocoa and eating Chips Ahoy! cookies.
It was a different Christmas experience, but it was definitely better than I expected. The time I had with my mom was a gift itself, and I was satisfied.
Thanks mom and dad!
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!
We're feeling the effects of the global recession, so this time we didn't have money to spend to buy gifts and a Christmas tree. Instead, I got a long, memorable card from my parents. Now I was completely fine with this, since it's the thought that counts.
Yesterday on Christmas Eve, my parents got into this huge, disgusting fight. It was over money, of course, and they didn't talk or see each other for the remaining hour. I tried to intervene their argument to see if I can help, but all it did was make me involved in their troubles. It was total bullshit.
It was quiet from then on. The only noise I heard was from either my iPod or the sounds of fingers typing on the computer. It did not feel like Christmas at all. It just seemed like a normal day.
This morning, I woke up at around 10 and took a shower, because my mom was basically forcing me to go to this church service. I didn't argue, because it was Christmas! My dad was just lying there on the bed, not moving because he said he was sick. Hmmm, sick on a day we go to church. How surprising. Mom didn't bother with him and we just left.
We arrived at church around 11:10, and ALL the parking lots were full. So my mom was starting to bitch about how it was all my fault for making her late, when I specifically remembered I was waiting for HER to finish putting on make-up and shit. But whatever, we found space on the sidewalk and parked there.
Got in, ALL the service halls were filled, so we stayed in the food court (Yeah, our church is REALLY big.) I just played games on my iPod and texted to friends on my phone for about two hours when the service finally ended. My mom's always in a good mood after service, so we ate at a restaurant and went to this mall.
This was the spotlight of the day.
The mall was REALLY big. Four floors (Six if you included the garage), and it was going to have a grand opening the day after tomorrow. My mom is a realtor, and she had some commercial space there in the mall, so she had a key to get in. We snuck in, and it was amazing. No one but us, HUGE mall.
We ran around, we danced for a little, we looked at the closed stores for a while. It was AMAZING. I miss it already.
I was there for about an hour, and my mom got her paper work. We left and came back home, and I'm sipping on hot cocoa and eating Chips Ahoy! cookies.
It was a different Christmas experience, but it was definitely better than I expected. The time I had with my mom was a gift itself, and I was satisfied.
Thanks mom and dad!
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Updated/Merry Christmas
Sorry I haven't updated my blog in awhile. I've been really busy with Christmas coming up and spending time with friends. I am SO happy it's finally winter break. I really needed it bad.
Nothing happened the past few days except for parties and shit. But there was this ONE thing where a lot of thoughts went through my head. I'm not going to say any names here, but I was just with some people at someone's house. We weren't really doing anything. Just listening to music and socializing. I saw that a a few people were little by little leaving and going outside. I wanted to see what was up, and I found out they were preparing some pot to smoke. At first I was like whatevers, a little uncomfortable though, because of what happened to my brother. For those of you who don't know, my brother was an extremely smart person back in the days, but when he discovered drugs, things just went downhill. Extremely downhill.
Many of the people who were gonna smoke that shit were people that I didn't even expect to do it. But I just didn't say anything. What really ticked me off though, were people who've never done drugs before doing it. Most of them said that they were just curious and just wanted to see what it's like. I didn't want what happened to my brother happen to my friends, so I intervened and I tried to prevent them from succumbing. I probably did overreact and exaggerated it, since I knew them well enough that they wouldn't abuse it (My brother abused the drugs, thus screwed over). But I still didn't want them to do something that had nothing but disadvantages. I gave up, and some of them still did it.
I kinda eavesdropped and heard a whole lot of coughing, and I kinda chuckled when I really shouldn't be, but yeah. After they finished, I asked them how they were and they said they felt fine. Very very little effect. What was the point of all that when there wasn't even going to be any effects? Very stupid.
But you know what? I kind of felt bad, because I was being hypocritical (I guess). Somewhere in my mind was telling me I wanted to try it, too. I did want to try it, and I was very curious. But being myself, I compared the benefits and the negative effects. Yup, above the influence.
I didn't know what to feel afterwards, but I was fine with it. I really did overreact. Haha.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Nothing happened the past few days except for parties and shit. But there was this ONE thing where a lot of thoughts went through my head. I'm not going to say any names here, but I was just with some people at someone's house. We weren't really doing anything. Just listening to music and socializing. I saw that a a few people were little by little leaving and going outside. I wanted to see what was up, and I found out they were preparing some pot to smoke. At first I was like whatevers, a little uncomfortable though, because of what happened to my brother. For those of you who don't know, my brother was an extremely smart person back in the days, but when he discovered drugs, things just went downhill. Extremely downhill.
Many of the people who were gonna smoke that shit were people that I didn't even expect to do it. But I just didn't say anything. What really ticked me off though, were people who've never done drugs before doing it. Most of them said that they were just curious and just wanted to see what it's like. I didn't want what happened to my brother happen to my friends, so I intervened and I tried to prevent them from succumbing. I probably did overreact and exaggerated it, since I knew them well enough that they wouldn't abuse it (My brother abused the drugs, thus screwed over). But I still didn't want them to do something that had nothing but disadvantages. I gave up, and some of them still did it.
I kinda eavesdropped and heard a whole lot of coughing, and I kinda chuckled when I really shouldn't be, but yeah. After they finished, I asked them how they were and they said they felt fine. Very very little effect. What was the point of all that when there wasn't even going to be any effects? Very stupid.
But you know what? I kind of felt bad, because I was being hypocritical (I guess). Somewhere in my mind was telling me I wanted to try it, too. I did want to try it, and I was very curious. But being myself, I compared the benefits and the negative effects. Yup, above the influence.
I didn't know what to feel afterwards, but I was fine with it. I really did overreact. Haha.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I LOVE TODAY
I had an awesome day today.
I didn't study much for SAT 2's. I was on Facebook more than were my eyes on the pages of my BARRON'S Biology and Math 2 C prep books. It was about 1, and I knocked out on the desk. I woke up at around 6:50 am by Kristine's call and hopped into the shower. I dressed back into my pajamas and left for Hami in Kristine's car. We get there, and being that we went extremely early to avoid long lines, there was a long line. A LONG ASSSSS LINE. While Kristine is wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers, I'm fuckin wearing a Bruce lee T-shirt and thin, blue-striped pajamas with flip-flops literally freezing my ass off in the 50 degrees weather. I'm there shivering my ass off, using my printed ticket to keep myself, rubbing it all over my skin. People who late stood in the even longer line for SAT 1, and they ended up going in earlier than me WTF?! But yeah, whatever.
We got in, and we got this girl proctor. She looked hapa, but she was fugly, so I didn't pay much attention. She kept saying the instructions for SAT 1, and we got all confused and this one Asian girl said "HELLO!? WE'RE TAKING SAT 2!" I lis'ed (laughed in side), and she told us to do things that I was finished. 10 minutes after she was done babbling, we started the test. SAT Math 2 C. Holy fuck, was that test hard. LIKE HOLY FUCK, it was hard. I forgot SO many things about math before, so I totally BS'ed that test. Omitted, I think, 13 questions. WHATEVER.
We had a break, and we all just talked about how hard that test was and thought about canceling. But I paid twenty bucks for that, so hell nah.
We walked back in, and I began taking the test that I dreared so much. SAT 2 Biology. Yeah, I got a 2 on my AP Exam, and it's been two years since I've taken a biology course, so I have NO KNOWLEDGE WHATSOEVER about biology! Well, maybe something about animal physiology ;)
but yeah. First question was something ridiculous, and it was then that the fun began. I lost all hope, but didn't care at all and I began doing EENIE MEENIE MAINI MO'S on the test. Also, filled out bubbles to spell out words like DAD CACA BAE, stuff like that. I skipped questions that were long, and I jumped around in question numbers. Like I would do number 46, then do number 22. It was fun. I felt so free. After taking that "test" I grabbed my belongings and rejoiced in the hallway.
I met up with Kima and we waited for our parents to come. She took Math 2 C, too, and Spanish. She said Spanish was really easy, so she was confidant for a good score. I just waited for my dad to come which he eventually did. We went to taco bell, got some tacos and went home and I just did alot of things. Cleaned my room, watched Indiana Jones Crystal Skulls or whatever that junk movie was, and ate pizza from Mr. Pizza, and watched No Country for Old Men (A GOOD MOVIE. MUST SEE!), and now I'm here writing this post. I would've went to the FMLY F'king Night, but being my usual lazy ass, I decided not to.
Today was a good day. You might say I'm being sarcastic, and I guess I am, but it's really a good-weird kinda way. I liked it.
How was yours? (Rhetorical question)
I didn't study much for SAT 2's. I was on Facebook more than were my eyes on the pages of my BARRON'S Biology and Math 2 C prep books. It was about 1, and I knocked out on the desk. I woke up at around 6:50 am by Kristine's call and hopped into the shower. I dressed back into my pajamas and left for Hami in Kristine's car. We get there, and being that we went extremely early to avoid long lines, there was a long line. A LONG ASSSSS LINE. While Kristine is wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers, I'm fuckin wearing a Bruce lee T-shirt and thin, blue-striped pajamas with flip-flops literally freezing my ass off in the 50 degrees weather. I'm there shivering my ass off, using my printed ticket to keep myself, rubbing it all over my skin. People who late stood in the even longer line for SAT 1, and they ended up going in earlier than me WTF?! But yeah, whatever.
We got in, and we got this girl proctor. She looked hapa, but she was fugly, so I didn't pay much attention. She kept saying the instructions for SAT 1, and we got all confused and this one Asian girl said "HELLO!? WE'RE TAKING SAT 2!" I lis'ed (laughed in side), and she told us to do things that I was finished. 10 minutes after she was done babbling, we started the test. SAT Math 2 C. Holy fuck, was that test hard. LIKE HOLY FUCK, it was hard. I forgot SO many things about math before, so I totally BS'ed that test. Omitted, I think, 13 questions. WHATEVER.
We had a break, and we all just talked about how hard that test was and thought about canceling. But I paid twenty bucks for that, so hell nah.
We walked back in, and I began taking the test that I dreared so much. SAT 2 Biology. Yeah, I got a 2 on my AP Exam, and it's been two years since I've taken a biology course, so I have NO KNOWLEDGE WHATSOEVER about biology! Well, maybe something about animal physiology ;)
but yeah. First question was something ridiculous, and it was then that the fun began. I lost all hope, but didn't care at all and I began doing EENIE MEENIE MAINI MO'S on the test. Also, filled out bubbles to spell out words like DAD CACA BAE, stuff like that. I skipped questions that were long, and I jumped around in question numbers. Like I would do number 46, then do number 22. It was fun. I felt so free. After taking that "test" I grabbed my belongings and rejoiced in the hallway.
I met up with Kima and we waited for our parents to come. She took Math 2 C, too, and Spanish. She said Spanish was really easy, so she was confidant for a good score. I just waited for my dad to come which he eventually did. We went to taco bell, got some tacos and went home and I just did alot of things. Cleaned my room, watched Indiana Jones Crystal Skulls or whatever that junk movie was, and ate pizza from Mr. Pizza, and watched No Country for Old Men (A GOOD MOVIE. MUST SEE!), and now I'm here writing this post. I would've went to the FMLY F'king Night, but being my usual lazy ass, I decided not to.
Today was a good day. You might say I'm being sarcastic, and I guess I am, but it's really a good-weird kinda way. I liked it.
How was yours? (Rhetorical question)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
so much shit to do and so much shit to deal with
i have a really bad habit: procrastination.
i dont know what happened to me. back in the elementary and middle school days, i used to do things quick. I studied first and played later.
Now, I just play. No studying whatsoever. I know I can get straight A's and I know I can get perfect attendance. There are just too many distractions that I can't control.
Whenever I come home, I don't go for my backpack, but the remote control or the power button on the computer.
I used to think in the long terms rather than short, but now, I just don't. I don't know why. Maybe I've just become impatient. Not the one where you wait in line and stuff. But I mean, just wait. My parents always told me that if I studied hard when young, it will pay off in the future. But when will the time come? I don't know and I'm getting tired.
Tired. Tired. Tired.
Right now, I'm completely swamped with homework that I've never turned in. For many of you who have Ms. Votto as your English teacher, you might've seen my name on the board listed under MISSING ASSIGNMENTS. Yeah...
I've become so adapted to seeing such things, I just dont' care anymore. I feel like I still don't have to do it. Or maybe it's just that I don't want to do it. Idk. But there's something in me that died. Something important. Something that I need for me to live a successful and happy life.
As much as I hate procrsatinating, it's just so... fun. It makes me feel good, for the time being. Until I get a D or an F slapped onto my test, and again, my feelings of indifference causing me to just glance and continue talking with my classmates.
This is bad. Real bad. Right now, I bet you're thinking "JUST DO YOUR HOMEWORK, DANIEL! IT'S THAT EASY!" Well, it's not. I'm addicted. To TV, computer, video games, music, movies, chatting, talking, ETC. Anything that keeps me entertained.
I have many things more to talk about, but I actually have 8 assignments to do that I have to turn in by tomorrow. And on top of that I have to study for SAT 2's. I just can't wait for this to be over and for Oakgrove to come. OAKGROVE!!!!!! and another week until winter break comes up. Break. Definitely need this.
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Off topic: my mom had a car accident today. lol.
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i gotta do homeworkkkkkkkkkkkfuckkkkkkkkkk
i dont know what happened to me. back in the elementary and middle school days, i used to do things quick. I studied first and played later.
Now, I just play. No studying whatsoever. I know I can get straight A's and I know I can get perfect attendance. There are just too many distractions that I can't control.
Whenever I come home, I don't go for my backpack, but the remote control or the power button on the computer.
I used to think in the long terms rather than short, but now, I just don't. I don't know why. Maybe I've just become impatient. Not the one where you wait in line and stuff. But I mean, just wait. My parents always told me that if I studied hard when young, it will pay off in the future. But when will the time come? I don't know and I'm getting tired.
Tired. Tired. Tired.
Right now, I'm completely swamped with homework that I've never turned in. For many of you who have Ms. Votto as your English teacher, you might've seen my name on the board listed under MISSING ASSIGNMENTS. Yeah...
I've become so adapted to seeing such things, I just dont' care anymore. I feel like I still don't have to do it. Or maybe it's just that I don't want to do it. Idk. But there's something in me that died. Something important. Something that I need for me to live a successful and happy life.
As much as I hate procrsatinating, it's just so... fun. It makes me feel good, for the time being. Until I get a D or an F slapped onto my test, and again, my feelings of indifference causing me to just glance and continue talking with my classmates.
This is bad. Real bad. Right now, I bet you're thinking "JUST DO YOUR HOMEWORK, DANIEL! IT'S THAT EASY!" Well, it's not. I'm addicted. To TV, computer, video games, music, movies, chatting, talking, ETC. Anything that keeps me entertained.
I have many things more to talk about, but I actually have 8 assignments to do that I have to turn in by tomorrow. And on top of that I have to study for SAT 2's. I just can't wait for this to be over and for Oakgrove to come. OAKGROVE!!!!!! and another week until winter break comes up. Break. Definitely need this.
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Off topic: my mom had a car accident today. lol.
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i gotta do homeworkkkkkkkkkkkfuckkkkkkkkkk
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