With that said, there's always next year. *raises eyebrow* Or is that what I said last June?
...I've (overall) had a good month.
I dunno...been making friends, doing school work, hanging out...whatever. And I've been hella busy. Yes, I just used the phrase 'hella.' No more No Doubt for me. Okay, I'm going to go do some English homework...this was thrilling, was it not?
Over the course of ONE damn day, I've met a handfull of assholes that will one day burn in the fiery pits of hell. On that day, I will laugh. Stupid bitches. And by bitches, I mean bastards. Why the hell do people act so stupid? I swear, they're just...ugh. I don't even want to deal with it. You know, it would have been a really good day if it wasn't for shit like this that goes and ruins my day. Fuck them! I wish I wouldn't let them bother me. But, when something gets to me, it sticks with me for a long time. I'll still be on this for a while and that gets me pissed because...I dunno.
At least its the weekend. I have a lot of work to do, but I need to get some rest. I'm seriously running on empty right now. So, I just needed to vent...now that I did that, I'm out...
Now that that's out of the way...
This layout, no matter how orange and purty it may be, still brings me much frustration because sometimes it stretches and a part of the text gets cut off. Grrrrr.
Anyway, today's Valentine's day and I'm not bitter and angry. Nope! I'm actually feeling quite good! I got three flowers! *does dance* This scarlet one was from Jennifer, this blue one was from Shuzzie, and this red one was from Vera. And I got a valentine's from Sufia, she's my freshman valentine...lol. AND (!!!), Naomi got me this box of candy hearts--which tastes like water with some lime in it--but it's the thought that counts. Nashiha was gonna buy me a real flower, but they ran out =( Oh well, I don't mind. I would have felt bad. Some people gave me some chocolate and I'm happy for that too. I wish I would've gotten some kisses or something to give people. I did buy a pack of M&M's...lol, I gave a few people that...
Let's recap my day, I KNOW you're excited...there was no one of the train, but I didn't mind because I was kinda 'ehhh' and that point. I dressed up all nice and curled my hair so that I would at LEAST feel pretty, if not look it. Umm, I saw Jennifer and she gave me a rose. That made my day! :D Then I waited until first period began by talking to Brandon and rubbing in his 'sentimental' side. He was carrying around a rose and I was like "ooh, you have a girlfriend!" He told me I sounded like him mom. Lol...First period...spanish...had a test...finished within the first fifteen minutes, stared at the floor for the rest of the period. I HATE spanish class.
Did I mention that he sat me all the way in the back in the second row? And he sat Tatianna, one of my only friends in that class, all the way in the front of the sixth row. Psh. Asshole...Okay, let's NOT recap my day.
Bottom line; I had a great day. Yesterday was the shittiest day of them all, so I was glad for a break from the crappy. Lol...
You know, I woke up the other day at two AM freaking out about whether or not I had a stalker. Random, I know. It was really, really strange. And now it seems stupid and irrational. But back then, i was fucking scared. Know what I did? Lol, I started thinking about 'A Walk To Remember.' The part when Jamie's in the lunchroom and they gave out all those nasty flyers of her and she's about to have a panic attack and so she turns around and runs right into Landon's arms. *sigh* That sums the whole movie up. But still, Brandon told me was I was paranoid. And I am.
I'm DAMN paranoid.
I've been known to switch train cars if I feel like someone's been looking at me too long. If I'm walking home one day after school and I think someone's following me, I will cross the street and get my phone and call my house and stay on the phone until I get home. I figure no one will try to kidnap me if I'm on the phone. Lol...I'm a freak, I know.
I'm so broke. i need some damn money. I need to go shopping, I need to buy the new John Mayer DVD. Oh! I bought 50 Cent's CD and Missy Elliot's 'Under Construction'. I like 'em. They're awesome =) Anyway, I want to go see "How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days" but, as I said, I'm broke.
Today, Melissa invited me to a chatroom and we started to scare poor people. This one person cursed me out. This is how the conversation went. Let's call this person 'Bob:'
Bob enters chatroom.
Me: Good morning.
Bob: It's evening you dumbass
Me: Well, where I live, it's morning. Have you heard of a little thing called TIME ZONES?
A long pause.
Bob: fuck u music a note: music is part of my screen name
Me: I sense anger in you.
Bob: fuuuuuuuck uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Me: Anger management anyone?
Bob: fuuuuuuuck uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Me: TIME ZONES!!!!!!!
Bob has exited the chatroom.
So that was how it went. Though it was indeed night where I live, I didn't like him/her correcting me for something so trivial. At least not in such a condescending way. People can't take a joke. All this cursing when all I said was 'good morning.' Well, anyway, I'm tired as fuck. I'ma go watch TV or something. I promise to be back, um..soon.
Dammit, I've made a committment.
Random link of the day: Kenekila.net..too lazy to link it...
Listening to: Good Charlotte "The Anthem" .....to think, I HATED Good Charlotte at first...man, Joel is hot...
I had him exactly one year ago as well. He's a maniac with the lateness, but I have him third period so I shouldn't have to worry much. And there's a bunch of cool people in my class, too. Woo! Finally, a class of my own kind. Ada's there, Anna's there, Akonsha's there (all these A's). Anyway, it's only three people when I think about it, but it's enough for me!
For chemistry, I think I lucked out with the teacher. Seems to me like he knows what he's doing. I only REALLY know one person in that class, and a few acquaintances, but the people seem friendly and I'm sure I'll make some more friends by the end of the term. Gym sucks even more! We're getting weight training, and I don't really mind that, but I know, like, three people there. After that I have chorus and, well, you gotta love chorus.
I knew I'd be going back to lots and lots of familiar faces...and some new ones too. Dibo integrated our chorus with a few female freshman. They sat one next to me and she seems pretty cool. Tomorrow I'll ask her what her name is. I got so used to not doing anything in chorus that I was all lazy when we did the warmups and breathing excersizes. I don't think i spelled that right, but when do i ever?
Then I have lunch...evil lunch from HELL. I hate seventh period lunch. I've had it three times already. I knew it'd be crowded as hell, too. And it didn't dissapoint. Thankfully, the stupid juniors left to some other period. I still hate seventh, though. At least Melissa's in there with me. I'd freak if I didn't know anybody well.
I have english eighth and they've mixed up my teachers' two honors classes. There was an eighth period class and a seventh period class and now the 8th period has people who were in the 7th period last term. I was kind of hoping that it'd stay the same. People who will be missed in e4h-05: Vera, ShuZhen, Jennifer. We mourn. Welcome additions to e4h-05: Tiffany C. (!) I'm glad the teacher sat me next to Hira for the term.
Ninth period is absolute hell! I have METALSHOP. I would've rather gotten woodshop or even ROBOTICS...but NO, I got stupid metalshop where you have to buy 3408323294710973029739287343 things for 80 days of class. And when Elaine and i walked into the classroom, the first thing he said was 'read the intructions on the board and DON'T TALK." Rude as hell. I know I'm going to despise that class.
I've also noticed that I have a bunch of classes with this girl who I do NOT, under any circumstances, like. I find her to be petty and annoying but I find myself getting classes with her all the time. Only this semester, it's gotten out of hand. I have WAY too many classes w/ her. Can't stand it.
*sigh* I dunno...I'm kind of worn out right now. I have too many things to do right now. Okay, not really. I'm just tired from the change. I went from doing nothing at all for a whole week to running around all of Brooklyn.
I, once again, have no classes with Naomi or Pamela and it makes me wonder how we can continue our friendship when we don't even see each other for long periods of time. A few minutes after school, sure, but that's hardly enough to maintain a healthy friendship. However, we do it and I'm glad.
Damn, i need to get me some best friends. I don't have any best friends. I have quite a few close friends. Off the top of my head, Melissa, Naomi, Pamela...Hey, at least I'm always guaranteed a class w/ Melissa and Vera and Shu Zhen because we all have the same chorus.
I dun wanna go to school anymore. But, you know, five months will go by fairly quickly. Next thing you know, it'll be June...
Listening to: Guster 'Rainy Day'
By the way, I got my first semester grades. 93.96 average, baby!
I'm getting there. I don't suck, but I've got a ways to go.
So... what's on TV tonight?
If you were a room in a house, what room would you be?
take the non-offensive quiz.
and go to mewing.net. laura = great.
You're a classic. You're popular. What else could you ask for? Maybe a taste in music, but that's up to you.
take the quiz!
i had my niche.
intelligent. creative. or artistic.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)
"If you're into the flaky Hollywood scene, then L.A.s the place to be. To me it's a horrible concrete jungle, but who knows? Maybe I'll turn into a hollywood flake, too." --Hayden Christensen
Random Song time:
Here and now by nsync
Here and Now
Is the way I live
Unafraid of what life gives
And there've been times in my life,
I couldn't see a difference
In pain, or in joy, or in sun, or in rain,
It just seemed the same
But I'm only human
Rendered by ambition
But I'm going to make it count
Here and Now
Is the way I live
With and open heart and mind
So many intentions
In life I could have followed
But one of those paths must lead to your heart
Here and Now
Is the way I live
Unafraid of what life gives
Respect things I don't understand
So many intentions
In life I could have followed
But one of those paths must lead to your heart
Here and Now
Here and Now
*N Sync: Fulfilling Dreams
"Bananas have no lips. Peel banana, peel peel banana..."
A soft, sing-song voice croons through the ward of the German children's hospital. Nurses stand around, not saying a word, their lips pressed together with smiles. At the center of the attention is a young, curly-haired Adonis, surrounded by children, some of whom will never get better. He is cross-legged on the floor, at their eye level, singing simple poems. And although the children do not speak English, the point of this meeting reaches them.
"Lean to the left, lean to the right.." he sings, and the children break out in laughter as they follow his movements.
When the meeting is over, the children gather around him, clutching pads of paper for him to sign. Nurses thank him for stopping by. He smiles lightly and leaves without a trace. On the ride down in the elevator, none of the doctors take notice of his watery red eyes and quivering chin.
Outside of the hospital, he hops into a waiting limo and returns to his life as Justin Timberlake, the youngest member of the American quintet, *N Sync. His four bandmates are involved in a project today. Justin, sick with a nagging case of laringitus, chose his activity for the day. At this point in time, he seems more saint than sex symbol. He is just 17, but this sudden meeting makes his face seem older.
"We haven't been there in awhile," he says, shivering and bundling up in a quilted jacket. "It's very sad, because there were kids here last year who you knew wouldn't be there the next time. Actually, going back makes it more realistic."
Justin arrives back at his hotel, where a steady stream of adoring fans stands outside. Taking notice of the arriving limo, they instantly break out into a screaming frenzy. Justin is tired, worn out from the constant travel and, althought he denies it, a bit crinkled from the shedding of a few tears. Yet out into the mob he wanders, surrounded by heavy security and a faceless sea of adolescense.
"Justin!" one screams. "I love you!"
He patiently shakes hands and signs more papers. A ball wizzes by his head, just barely hitting him, and that's when security rushes him inside. Justin is in the lobby, a bit shaken, and hidden behind the teenage mask of cockiness is a sign that he is, in fact, terrified of the mass hysteria.
Sauntering through the lobby at this particular moment is Justin's bandmate, Chris Kirkpatrick. Chris, considered ancient at the age of 27, is a severe, dangerous looking fellow who sports his hair in an array of tiny braids. One sentence from him changes that initial impression.
"Yo!" he screams across the lobby, causing a few people to turn in annoyance. "They've got free cheese in the dining room!"
Chris is childlike in demeanor while Justin, ten years his junior, is quiet and guarded. On the ride up the elevator, Chris can hardly contain himself from telling a joke he just got off the internet. Stopping off at a middle floor, we get out...but Chris cannot contain himself from pushing every button in the elevator, which will make it stop at every floor in the building. This is all it takes to send Justin into a laughing hysteria.
I meet with the boys in a suite of rooms. JC Chasez, 22, is something like the typical boy-next-door, almost naive, but very driven. Joey Fatone, 21, a teddy bear-like fellow with facial hair, is feeling cheeky today, and hugs every female in sight. Ending out the mix is Lance Bass, 19, very blonde with a kind face, who talks gently with a smile.
"See this?" says Joey, turning his face to reveal a red scratch, not too big, but deep enough to be hurtful.
"Where did you get that?" I ask, and my question causes the other four boys to exchange knowing glances.
"Fingernail," he says. "See the shape? It's shaped like a nail."
It turns out that Joey received his prize just moments ago, working his way through the mob of fans. A girl tried reaching up to touch his hair, and somehow she ended up scratching her idol when the crowd surged forward. Joey is quick not to blame, however.
"Security made us come inside," he says. "I'm sure she would have apologized, if she had been given the chance."
Nobody is going to take a chance with the wound, as it is quickly rinsed with alcohol.
"Joey always gets hurt," says Chris, light-heartedly but at the same time concerned. "He used a lot of make-up on our first European tour. All those black eyes to cover up."
"What can I say?" says Joey, smiling. 'I'm just lucky."
Nobody asks anybody else about anything else regarding that day. Instead they gather in one room for lunch. They seem rather unspoiled and simple popping open soda cans and piling Swiss cheese and assorted meat onto slices of bread.
"Where's the caviar?" I ask jokingly.
"Haha!" Justin cries with his mouth full, clearly feeling better after his fuel charge. "We ate some of that once, and all of us spent the day taking turns in the bathroom on the bus. We were sick. Except Joey."
Joey stands across the room, hears the comment, and pats his stomach with a smile.
After the meal, it is time to head down to a local radio station for an on-air interview. The fans still wait outside, but security isn't taking any more chances. They are escorted out a back way, where it is quiet. The limo drives around to the front, where the girls see it and once again begin their charade. One girl manages to climb up on the back of the limo. The driver, infuriated, blows his horn and slams the brakes.
'We always check behind us when we drive off," Chris explains, "to make sure nobody is lying dead in the street."
The traffic is heavy on this late day, and the ride is long. But it gives *N Sync enough time to contemplate the immediate givings of life.
"Yeah, we cry sometimes," says JC, speaking of the downside of fame. "You feel lonely. Isolated. I think that's normal. But we accept that. We're doing something we want to do. We're going to enjoy this opportunity while it's here."
"You cry?" asks Chris teasingly. "Not I!"
"Chris cries when he reads his fan mail," barks Lance. "He's happy because people like him."
"Chris cried every night the first week of our first tour," laughs Justin.
"So did you," says Chris, blushing. "Ok, I take that first comment back."
*N Sync may be well loved in Europe, but they only recently broke out this year in their homeland, where they now spend most of their time. This trip back to Europe is to basically let their fans know that they are not forgotten.
"It has always been this crazy here," says Joey, waving his arms around. "We'd go back home to Florida, live anonymously, go to the movies, clubs, whatever."
"Yeah, it was like a game," says Chris. "To go from insanity to being nobody, really. Well, there were some fans. But for the most part, it was like telling somebody you were in a band big overseas, and they laughed at you. Like it was some huge pick-up line or something."
Reaching the radio station, I am ready to leave the group when I choose to venture inside. I sit through the interview, listening as the guys churn out pre-planned answers to fans through and interpreter. After an hour, I follow them to a back room , where a worker's daughter is waiting patiently. She is 10-years-old, dying from a rare form of cancer which has stunted her growth, yet she once told her father she refused to leave this world until she met her idols. She is brutally honest.
"I have something to tell you," she manages to whisper, and Chris bends down to listen, and nobody else can hear.
The guys pile back into the limo, and Chris joins them a few minutes later, waving to fans. Once he hops inside, his eyes are red and teary, his face showing the same hollowed expression that Justin displayed just hours earlier.
"She told Chris she feels safe enough to let go now," explains a female manager, smiling.
Chris, biting a fingernail and trying to remain composed, looks out the window and ends on one thought.
"That little girl," he says, "is what makes everything worthwhile."
You're the only one who knows how to get it right. If Sagittarius is the lone genius in a world of idiots, there must be a good reason. Just remember to treat the idiots like kings and queens when you need a favor.
The Wind Cries Mary
After all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
footsteps dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary
The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
'cause the life that lived is,
And the wind screams Mary
Uh-will the wind ever remember
the names it has blow in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
it whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
Chocolate Souffle Cake with Orange Caramel Sauce
Recipe courtesy Gourmet Magazine
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, cut into pieces
9 ounces fine-quality bittersweet chocolate (not unsweetened), chopped
6 large eggs, separated
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup superfine sugar, plus 1/3 cup, plus 1/2 cup
3 Navel or Valencia orangesPut a small roasting pan filled halfway with hot water in bottom third of oven (to provide moisture during baking), then preheat oven to 325 degrees F. Butter a 10-inch springform pan and line bottom with a round of parchment or waxed paper. Butter the paper.
Melt butter and chocolate together in a heavy saucepan over low heat, stirring, then remove from heat. Beat together yolks, 1/3 cup sugar, and 1/2 teaspoon salt in a large bowl with an electric mixer until thick and pale, and ribbons form when beater is lifted, about 6 minutes. Beat whites at medium speed with cleaned beaters in another large bowl until they just hold soft peaks. Gradually add 1/3 cup sugar, beating until whites just hold stiff peaks. Stir warm chocolate mixture into yolk mixture until combined well. Stir 1/4 of egg whites into chocolate mixture to lighten, then fold in remaining egg whites gently but thoroughly.
Pour batter into springform pan and bake in middle of oven (do not place springform pan in pan of hot water) until a tester inserted in center comes out with crumbs adhering, about 1 hour (a crust will form and crack on top of cake as it bakes). Transfer to a rack and cool 10 minutes (cake will "deflate" as it cools). Run a thin knife carefully around edge of cake, then remove side of pan. Cool cake on bottom of pan 30 minutes, then invert onto another rack or plate. Remove bottom of pan, then carefully peel off parchment. Invert cake onto a serving plate.
Meanwhile, remove zest from 2 oranges and trim any white pith from zest. Cut zest into enough very thin strips to measure 1/4 cup. Squeeze juice from 3 oranges and strain through a fine sieve. Measure out 1 cup juice.
Cook remaining 1/2 cup sugar in a dry heavy saucepan over moderate heat, undisturbed, until it begins to melt. Continue to cook, stirring occasionally with a fork, until sugar is melted into a deep golden caramel. Add zest and cook, stirring, until fragrant, about 15 seconds. Tilt pan and carefully pour in juice (caramel will harden and steam vigorously). Cook over moderately low heat, stirring, until caramel is dissolved, then cool sauce.
Serve cake with orange sauce.
Cook's Note: We recommend making this cake 1 day ahead to allow flavors to develop. Keep chilled, covered with plastic wrap. Bring to room temperature before serving.
Yield: 8 to 10 servings
Prep Time: 35 minutes
Inactive Prep Time: 40 minutes
Cook Time: 1 hour
Pate a choux that is too dry will not pipe well, and dough that is too wet won't hold its shape. If the batter is too dry, add more egg; if the batter is too wet, add more flour.1/2 cup water
Pinch granulated sugar, plus 1 cup for coating
1 orange, zest grated
1/2 lemon, zest grated
3 1/2 tablespoons unsalted butter, cubed
1/2 cup bread flour, sifted
2 to 3 large eggs
Vegetable or canola oil for deep-frying
Cornet or pastry bag, method follows
1 cup powdered sugar, for garnish
Place 1/2 cup water, salt, pinch of granulated sugar, zest of 1/2 orange and 1/2 lemon, and butter in a 4-quart heavy-bottomed saucepan (the paste is easier to mix in a large pan). Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Remove from heat. Add bread flour all at once. Stir thoroughly with a wooden spoon. Return the saucepan to the stove and cook mixture over medium heat to dry out the paste, about 3 minutes. As it cooks, push the paste from side to side with the wooden spoon. Turn it onto itself to allow every side to touch the bottom of the saucepan, helping it to dry. Keep the paste moving, or it will burn. You will know the paste is dry when it begins to leave a thin film on the bottom of the saucepan. Remove pan from heat and transfer the paste to a large mixing bowl. Mix with an electric mixer set on low speed or by hand for about 2 minutes, to release some of the steam. Continue to mix, and slowly add eggs, 1 at a time, incorporating well after each addition. After each egg is added, the paste will become loose and look separated. Don't worry; once each egg is well incorporated, the paste will become smooth and homogenous again. The number of eggs used will vary depending on the size of the eggs and how well the pate a choux is dried. The drier it is, the more eggs you will need. After you have added 2 eggs, check the consistency by scooping a large amount of the paste onto a wooden spoon. Hold the spoon horizontally about 1 foot above the bowl and watch as the batter falls from the spoon back into the bowl. If it is pale yellow, smooth, moist, slightly elastic, sticky, and takes 5 to 7 seconds to fall into the bowl, it is ready. If it appears rough and dry, and falls into the bowl in 1 big ball, it needs more eggs. Add another egg, and check the consistency again after it is well incorporated. If the pate a choux is too dry, it will not pipe well. If it is too wet, it will be loose, runny, and won't hold its shape. Use a 4-quart heavy-bottomed saucepan placed over medium-high heat to heat the oil to 330 degrees. Check the temperature with a candy thermometer. It is important to maintain the temperature, so you may need to adjust the heat or remove the pan from the burner to keep it where you want it. If the oil is too cool, the puffs will absorb too much oil before they finish frying. Transfer the batter into a pastry bag fitted with a 1/2-inch opening, no pastry tip, or use a paper cornet. Dip a wooden skewer into the hot oil (this will keep the dough from sticking to it). Hold the pastry bag over the oil and pipe 1/2-inch dollops of batter (about the size of a dime) out of the tip. Use the skewer to cut the paste from the tip, so the paste drips into the hot oil. (Be careful not to splatter the hot oil onto your arms or face.) Repeat until the saucepan is full of frying dough without being too crowded. Fry puffs, turning once, until golden brown, 3 to 5 minutes. Using a large, slotted spoon, remove the puffs from the hot oil. Drain on paper towels. Combine remaining orange zest and granulated sugar in a bowl. While the puffs are still warm, roll them in the sugar and orange zest mixture until evenly coated. Just before serving, dust puffs with the powdered sugar. Serve immediately.
Technique Making a Cornet:
The Cornet: A cornet is a small piping bag made from parchment paper. It is usually used to make fine decorations.
Cut an 8 by 12 by 14 1/2-inch triangle from a sheet of parchment paper. Hold the middle of the long side of the triangle between 2 fingers of 1 hand. Take the tip of the triangle on the short, wide end and roll it toward the other tip of that same end while simultaneously pulling it in an upward motion. The tip of a cone will form where your thumb and finger hold it on the long side.
Release your grip from the long side, so that you are now holding the 2 corners where they meet. The paper will already resemble a partially formed cone. Roll the remaining tail until it is completely rolled into a cone. There will be 1 point sticking up from the open end. Fold it inside toward the center, and crease the fold. Now you should have a cornet. To close the cornet once it has been filled, fold it away from the seam; this will keep the seam from opening. Use a pair of scissors or a sharp paring knife to cut an opening at the tip of the cornet to the desired size.
Yield: about 13 dozen
Prep Time: 30 minutes
Cook Time: 15 minutes
"Here's a new song. Well, not really but its newer than anything else I've got." and "It's when you stop saying 'Quit giving me shit. Quit giving me shit.' and turn around and say 'Bring it on Muthafucka!' "
"I don't mind making sissy rock... I'll rock your ass sensitive-style"
"sometimes everything is going wrong and you keep saying 'ouch that hurts, ouch that hurts, ouch that hurts, ouch that hurts, ouch that hurts, ouch that hurts, and then finally you start saying 'bring it on mother fucker, 'bring it on mother fucker, 'bring it on mother fucker, 'bring it on mother fucker' That's what this song is about..."
"When I was 16 or 17 I looked in the mirror and said, I better start writing some songs."
"So while I was waitin' in the back during the opening act, I was readin' some magazines and I did a couple of quizzes, and the results are in. First off, you'll all be glad to know that I am NOT a jealous girlfriend. And second, I am in fact a strong independent black woman."-
"This song should start out... remember like the Bobby Brown records when you hear the touchtone dialin'... Hello? Yo baby, what's up girl? Yo girl, I was thinkin' maybe I'd come over tonight and we could take our relationship to the next level. And in the morning, girl, I'm gonna pour you a bowl of Count Chocula and I'm gonna pull some of the oat pieces out so it tastes like there's just more marshmellow. That's how much I care about you girl! Girl, I would change up the marshmellow to oat ratio for you."
When You Are Old
by W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
and slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
1. If you have ever been hit by a CHANCLETA
2. If you grew up scared by something called "EL CUCO".
3. If others tell you to stop screaming when you are really just.....talking.
4. If you light a candle to virgin Mary on the night of the Lotto drawing.
5. If you use your lips to point something out.
6. If you constantly refer to cereal as "CON FLEY".
7. If your mother yells at the top of her lungs to call you for dinner, (white rice with eggs), even if it's a one bed room apartment.
8. If you can dance merengue,bachata, cumbia or salsa without music.
9. If you use "MANTECA" instead of olive oil and can't figure out why your butt is getting bigger.
10. If you call your sneakers "TENIS".
11. If you have at least, thirty cousins, not counting loco Memo working at "Don Pepes".
12. If you can't imagine anyone not liking Spicy food.
13. If you are in a 5-passenger car with 7 people in it and a person shouting "SUBETE, TODAVIA CABEN MAS".
14. If whenever you feel under the weather, you compulsively dab on some "VAPOR RUB" all over your chest and inside your nostrils.
15. Your mom packs your "LONCHERA" everyday. You've just turned thirty-two.
16.If you call the North Americans "GRINGOS", including Canadians, and all Asian people (Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Thai's etc.) "CHINOS".
17. If you just don't get tired of the so called "SOPITAS" (soup).
18. If when you are talking with another Latino the "GRINGO" next to you thinks you're really just repeating the same word REALLY fast.
19. If you call ice cream "I CREAN".
20. If your mother has a naked picture of you in the tub when you were little.
I LOVE this. It's so true, too. I mean, my mom has at LEAST five pictures of me naked in the bathtub. The thing is that you had to take one with every family member too. When, in MANY years, I bring my fiancee or whatever to my parents' house, they'll break out the photo album. "Oh, here's a picture of her naked in the bathtub with her brother. Here's one of her in the bathtub again, this time with aunt Ana. Another bathtub picture with crazy uncle Jose who just got out of federal prison two years ago. Part of me wishes that I meet a nice Hispanic boy cuz, you know, we'd come from the same place and we'd both know the crazy shit our families do. I wouldn't have to explain why, at one point or another, every member of my family has lived in my apartment (which is true, by the way).
Anyway, I gotta go do something else. I really don't, I'm just saying that. I do, however, have to get a start on my homework. I'll be so screwed if I don't start today. Oh, crap...I just remembered that I actually did some homework. Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better. Still, I'm not even a sixth of the way done.
I downloaded Paint Shop Pro from the website (a trial version of course. You have to remember that normal people my age don't have bank accounts filled with hundred dollar bills). I think that program kicks some major ass. I'm about to spend the last money I have from Christmas (I bought myself some stuff from Aeropostale) on getting the real version. I'd be happy forever if I could. Unfortunately, I do need/want some new clothing, so I'll have to enjoy the 30-day trial while it lasts...and when it's gone, I'll download Adobe Photoshop...lol...but when that's done with, I guess I'll have to buy the real version, then. Okay, I'm gone...
Listening to: John Mayer "Why Georgia"
I've been either busy or useless this past week (last week). I got pretty good presents from my friends. No, they're not the most extravagant presents, but I know they care. We're fifteen year olds. It's not like we have an infinite amount of money. Let's see, Humphrey the teddy bear from Melissa (I'm trying to see what I can do about the name), a picture frame, a windchime, and a pretty thing about friends from Pamela. I really wanted a picture frame, too. Um, a snowglobe and some more of those cute little bracelets from Tiffany (K). The other Tiffany gave me this Hello Kitty notepad. It's cute. I'd use it to write down homework, but I don't want to because I'd probably lose it in a week. A shirt from Old Navy from Naomi. A rose from Vera. This adorable little keychain from Shu Zhen. I think that's it, I'm not sure. I know that I'll be getting some other stuff when I go back. I have to get some other stuff when I go back, too.
The parents gave me a hundred bucks. This time, I'm spending it all on ME. Selfish bitch that I am. Naw, I spent most of my birthday money on buying Christmas presents, so I'm using this money to buy stuff for myself. I got twenty bucks from my aunt. A set of bracelets from my other aunt. They're really nice. Ummmmm...that's about it.
My birthday was definitely more eventful in terms of big presents. The two pairs of Air Force Ones...love those shoes. Nelly made a song about them "give me two pair, I need two pair of Air Force Ones" Only the best for my big feet! I got the Christina Aguilera CD from my sister, the Justin Timberlake CD from my cousin, some money from my parents. The Star Wards DVD. Clothes and such. Some presents from the friends. You know, this Christmas (as I said) didn't suck. I'm happy.
I had to hang out with the family yesterday. Didn't suck that much either. Again, I'm surprised. On the 17th, I had a chorus concert. Went pretty well. I got to hang out with Melissa some. I also hung out with Vera one-on-one, never done that before. It was fun..then the concert itself was awesome. My parents let me stay for the whole thing. The climax, I believe, was the finale of the "Beatles Medley" that the chamber chorus did. Great stuff right there.
I've discovered (from an Emode.com quiz) that my humor style is 'banter.' When I told my cousin, she just nodded and went "yup!" What's that supposed to mean? I don't target people and make fun of them. Okay, I do. I'm sorry.
No I'm not.
I woke up at 1 PM today. That's the latest I've woken up this whole year, I think. I did go to bed at 3:30...that's the latest I've stayed up. I hope that on New Years Eve, I can stay home and watch the Disney Channel. I don't care for the partying this year. Maybe next year. Probably not. Alrighty then, I'm out...
Listening to: Justin Timberlake "Take It From Here"