Okay. So here’s the deal.
I somehow pulled a groin muscle. It’s apparently from overextending my leg and not keeping my weight under me when I triple jump. Uhhh yeah ng. =| Whatevs. So that’s the deal. I don’t know how I’m supposed to heal it? =0 I’m so injure-prone! I wasn’t like this last year! *Rghrghrgh*
Well anyway, the point of this was that on Thursday, I went to tennis. Same old, same old. Brian was like DUDE WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU and I was like dude I freaking like killed my leg. And he was like wtf? Whatever. And all that jazz. So we were serving. I told him that McNugget called me a cynic and he was like, how are you cynical?
“Ummm you don’t want to know. It’s something about my life theory or something.”
“Mmhmm.” A courteous nod with a skeptical look.
“Yeah I was like, ‘You live just to die.’ Everyone thought I was crazy or something.”
Surprisingly, Brian replied, “That’s completely true.”
Bewildered, I continued. “Like, from the moment you are born, …you are on a path to death.”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s totally true. Some people like can’t face that fact.”
“Well, yeah. My English teacher asked us, she was like, ‘Could the love of your life save you from death?’ and I was like, NO WAYYYYYY.”
“That’s right. I mean, you especially should know that, because of Josh and all.”
My heart stopped for a couple of seconds. I choked out a “yeah” and tried hard not to cry. I don’t know, it seems like whenever Josh comes into conversation I…don’t know how to react. It’s really…depressing, for a lack of description. I mean, it’s been a year. A year. We’ve all grown older, and by the looks of the school, some people probably don’t even register what happened a year ago.
Some of my friends have started driving. You know, driving school and all. Sam says that he’s a good driver, and Staniforth’s mom said that Stan was completely petrified when he first drove, and truthfully, I’m a little scared to go out on the roads. What if something happens? Especially here, in Holmdel, the streets are hilly and bumpy, and there are turns everywhere.
You know what, I’m really super happy that Brian’s my coach. I think if it were anyone else, I would just pent up all my anxiety and whatever. Like, I can tell Horace like practically anything, but I don’t see Horace that much, so that never works out. And when I actually get the chance to talk to him, I forget everything, haha, because he and I have conversations (that are longer than two minutes) like maybe once every two weeks. …which is also depressing, mind you.
Yeah I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, but my grades are kinda…bleaghwalekfjawlekmf. Thirty days left. Thirty days. I hope I can handle it. I really do.
Wow okay all of a sudden I find out that a lot of people think Horace is cute? (Helen today: Yay I have Horace’s number! He’s such a cutie! Ken Chin: wtf?) WTF. It’s like other people can say it but I can’t?! Um I feel gypped of my bfflyfh status. So obviously random people can appreciate Horace or whatever, but when I even like sit next to him everyone’s like OMFG LISA+HORACE=WHATEVER?!!!?!?!?!
AUGH PISSES ME OFF. GAYWADS.
It happened during FREAKING FILM FESTIVAL. YES FFF. (I AM JK.) Greg was like, HEY LISA SWITCH SEATS WITH HOWIE SO HORACE AND I CAN TRADE POKEMON and Howie half-whispered to Greg (very obnoxiously, I might add) SHHH NO LISA WANTS TO SIT WITH HORACEEEEEEE or whatever. I mean, how lame can you get?! Gekidasa. >=(
I KNOW, I KNOW, I shouldn’t let this affect me, or whatever (BECAUSE BFFLYFHS ARE BFFLYFHS DUHHHHHH) but still. You know, it’s been like over a year since Horace and I have been best friends for life yay fun (hooray) and somehow everyone’s hormones STILL like to splurge and skew things so that every single gesture is supposed to imply some hidden desire.
It’s like how freaking Howie drew a smiley face on my knee. On my KNEE. Yes, I know Horace scribbled red pen all over my knee (and I subsequently wrote ‘Horace is a mean OMFG person [I actually don’t remember what I wrote]’ on his shoe and threw my calculator at him), but I don’t draw smiley faces on someone’s appendage! (Haha I said appendage. It’s funny.) Okay, wow, this paragraph had nothing to do with the last one.
Ooh, I finally got a couple new pairs of like shoes and stuff. Wahoo! It’s been so long since I’ve gone shopping, and I finally did for like an hour or so in Marshall’s. =___= All my clothes are like…a year old or older. =D; I AM SO UNKEMPT. BLAWGH. Yay so I don’t have to wear purple flipflops all the time! *cheer* Yeah wow this paragraph was really random.
I was originally going to make this entry more emo, but that didn’t really work out too well so…whatev. This next week is going to be hell. I CAN FEEL IT. I have like a ton of crap to do, not to mention photography for the one acts (this weekend, wahoo) and Counties. Yay counties! =P nawt. Well, kinda. I don’t know. It depends on whether my leg can handle it.
BUT HEY. I SUCK AT HIGH JUMP.
Lisa’s phrases of the month:
That smells…bad.
ROFFLE
Party.
Tear!
Cry.
OMFUG!
Hola!!!
Haha my name is Paco. I told that to my tennis coach. I was like, “Yeah so my friends named me Paco, because at the Huskies there was this Hispanic guy and all his friends were like YEAH BUENOS DIAS or whatever and I was like, I bet his name’s Paco…so everyone started calling me Paco. Good stuff.”
So Brian was like, “was his name really Paco?” and I was like no, of course not, are you dumb? Then I recounted to Brian how when I would say something out of line, Cathay (or someone else) would be like, “SHUT UP, Paco, go cut the grass!” and Brian was like, AHAHAHAHA THAT’S SO HORRIBLE and I was like yeah, Holmdel’s full of cynics like that.
I watched both Death Note movies? Over the week? Not good, I know, but THEY WERE SO AMAZING. I MEAN LIKE, RAITO AND L WERE HARDLY GOOD-LOOKING BUT AHHAWGLAWEJLRKAWMEFAW LIVE ACTION EQUALS LOVE. *foam at mouth*
I actually have been very unproductive for the past two weeks. Let’s see if I can keep this up for another five and still get straight A’s. (Highly unlikely.)
Wafawkjenfkawenrfawer I feel so jealous of everyone else because they have Pokemon and I don’t. >=0 ARGH.
Wow, I totally thought I had more to say this time around, but now I’m just wasting space. So in short,
1) I hate jerks that think that my relationship with Horace is any different from a best friend relationship between girls (not saying that you’re a girl, Horace [LOLOLOL])
2) Brian is absolutely awesome
3) I am failing life
4) Time flies.
Splurg. I really, really, really, REALLY hope that next year, I have some classes with Horace. If I don’t, I will DIE from bfflyfh withdrawal. I mean, this year was bad enough, si? =| *knocks on wood* I also want to be in classes with Greg and Sam and Bri (!!!) and TAMSH. I NEVER HAVE CLASSES WITH TAMSH. UM WTF. >=0! …and Kev Hsu and some other people.
OH THAT’S RIGHT. I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE THAT I WAS GOING TO SAY UNTIL NOW.
Okay so on Friday, I’m like reviewing for my timed essay, right? I wrote down the whole thing on Thursday and I was attempting to review it and try to cram as much of it into my head as possible in the five minutes before second period, right? So obviously, Ben Seifer comes up to me, utterly oblivious that I’m like CONCENTRATING, and he’s like, HEY LISA BLHABLWEFHLWEKHAWEF DO WE HAVE TO DO THESE KEY TERMS or whatever crap because I’m not listening, and I snap at him, I’m like, “Shut up Ben Seifer, I hate you” or something along those lines, because HALF AN HOUR BEFORE THIS when I walk into the room wearing a blaring pink outfit from top to bottom (because my mom insisted upon my walking out the front door that my brown jacket didn’t match, and she proceeded to get me a pink jacket that did, albeit too much), and he’s like HEY I LIKE YOUR OUTIT LISA and I’m like, ahah no. So I sit down and review my essay. And all of a sudden he comes from behind and hugs me?! I MEAN WTF INVASION OF PERSONAL SPACE MUCH. I would’ve been OKAY with it if oh, say, he was a respectable individual who did his homework and who wasn’t a completely bumbling idiot and who didn’t complain all the time and who didn’t space out during class and two seconds later, when everyone else is on a different topic, go around and ask everyone what the teacher just said, and who didn’t laugh in a fake voice, and who didn’t say, “you’re so funny Lisa hahaha” because I don’t freaking CARE.
I MEAN I THINK IT’S BECAUSE EVER SINCE THE BEGINNING OF HIGH SCHOOL I WAS LIKE UHHH WTF YOU’RE WEIRD AND CREEPY AND STUFF GET AWAY FROM ME PLOX. And like last year I didn’t really care who hugged me? But this year everyone’s like HEY IT’S GREAT TO MASTURBATE or some shit like that and that really, really, REALLY creeps the freak outta me and I’ve become like…touchaphobic. Like, even with Howie, I’m like zzz okay that’s weird.
Okay, I know I’m kinda biased. Like Greg pokes me all the time and touches my elbow (subsequently saying, HAHA I’M TOUCHING YOUR WENIS AND I’M RUBBING IT UP AND DOWN), and he probably jacks off to picture of Rebecca Wu on facebook or something, but I’m like whatever, you’re my sexual innuendo buddy (for example, during apus, Kun-He was like, “Free blacks became seamen.” And Greg was like, “WHAT SEMEN?! WHAT?” and I was like ROFFLE and we were the only two that got the joke), and I’m okay with that. But with anyone else, it’s just like UHHHHHHHH DISTURBING. DISGUUUUSTEENG. Or blagh.
See, I’ve okay-ed some people in my mind. Horace. Greg. Sam (because he doesn’t do anything). KevHsu. I mean, freaking Kev Hsu. He’s been like my family friend for years and he’s just so freaking awesome and crap. Like he might be all perverted and junk, but he’s a really nice kid and he’s JUST SO SMART. I MEAN LIKE WTF! (I think I prefer to hang around people who have a unique talent at ______ [insert sport, game, school subject, tech stuff] than people who work really hard. Well that’s probably because I’m not the type who works hard.
OKAY, SEE, I’VE ESTABLISHED THIS IN MY MIND, SEE? It’s like, people who work hard, in my opinion, are people who do EXTRA. I don’t do extra. It’s just when I’m assigned something, I should do it perfect once so I don’t have to do it again. See this lazy mindset? Mmhmm. Lasi. =D
I’ve also come to find that even though I’m like YAY YAOI YAY GAY PEOPLE YAY, when it comes to meeting gay people in real life, I feel really disturbed. I think it’s because I’ve always had this mindset that gays act like regular guys (hey, the difference between gay and guy is one vowel) just with a different sexual orientation, but after meeting Jimmy (who is gay) and Keith (bi), I’ve just been like…woah. Too girly for me. I mean, Keith does hand flips. Plus I heard from Rose who heard from Katie Lauriello whom Keith told that he used to like me last year, so that doesn’t help. Maybe I’m just bad with dealing with romantic interest? =| I mean, it’s like, Rachel: omfg I like Karl (this is outdated, I know; I’m just making an analogy), and I’m like AUGH HOSTILE HE’S NOT EVEN HALF GOOD-LOOKING. HOSTILE HOSTILE HOSTILE SKEPTICAL SKEPTICAL SARCASTIC BLAHBLAHBLAH ETC.
Manga gives me way too high standards. =|
Although there IS this really cute azn guy at SJV. He’s a trackee. Cody and I both agreed that he is pretty damn cute. =D But yeah. I plan to marry a WHITE PERSON. (!!!) but that’s really far in the future so let’s not think about that until the time comes.
Yeah so gay people (the one’s that I’ve met) are weird. Jimmy looks at the floor all the time. He hangs out with the azn girls in my grade. There’s something wrong with that. He doesn’t hang out with the guys. YEAH SEE I had that image of like, strong seme guys (handsome, of course) like hanging out with other guys and like yeaaaaah I’m manly but in fact was GAY and loved this like other guy who blablablabbla *manga plotline* BUT THAT’S NOT HAPPENING. Reality is very different from manga. This sucks. I hate reality. SUPER LAME.
Awelfjkawlmekfeewalmkfewa. My dreams are shattered of finding some gay person who would confide in me all his deepest and darkest secrets and I would have to help get him and his love interest together. Yeaaaaah and by this point I’m just talking to Courtney. Hahahahahahaahaaaaah. =D Horace and Sam have no clue what I’m talking about or are just really disturbed. AWKWARD TURTLE! One or the other.
MMHMM so I have no clue how to tell Ben that he’s really disorganized and I don’t like him because he needs to get his act together before he can talk to me as a friend. He confronted me before Spanish on Friday and was like, “Lisa, I don’t get why you hate me. Did I do something wrong? I mean, blablablabalablabla” and I was like I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY THIS IS REALLY AWKWARD.
I CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT MY SOCIAL IMAGE. >=0 GEKIDASA. THIS IS SUPER LAME. I’M BECOMING POPULAR. AWEFOJAWLKRMFALWMFEWEAF. *yell*
My tennis is getting better. Oh, joy.
Bfhweflkawem. Advice plox. (SEE HOW SELFISH I AM?! I COMPLAIN ABOUT MY LIFE AND THEN I ASK FOR ADVICE FROM THE PATIENT LISTENERS?! ALWKFJAWLEKMFAWELAWEMRAWEFAWER)
Oh yeah and then Amanda was like “hey Lisa I don’t get why some people don’t like me. I mean, is it something I do wrong?” then I figured out that “you should stop apologizing so much.” To which, she replied, “why, is it bad to apologize? I’m sorry; did I do something wrong again?” to which I proceeded to chew out Horace for getting more Pocky from Amanda than I did (although we both got the same amount), and I threw Pocky at him and Amanda was like “wait what? I thought you and Horace were good friends!” and Horace, Ritchie, Choie, Tamsh and I just look at each other and are like…”what?!” LAWLAWLALWALAWL
I love Amanda. SHE’S SOOOO SWEET. XD She just needs to get rid of that apologizing habit. I told her that, and she said it might be because she’s annoying and she thinks that everything is her fault, and I said that no, it’s because she cares so much, and she should stop caring so much about what other people think because if they’re truly your friends, they’ll tell you when you’ve gone too far. I mean, this kind of thing is what I would do for my friends (and hopefully, what they would do for me), but I don’t know about Amanda’s friends, you know? Whatever; she’s a sweet kid and I love her. =D
I think I’m done for today. Yeah I’m glad I ended on a happy note, for once. =D!
–Lisa
