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a while, once again

June 24, 2009 at 11:22 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , ,

I haven’t posted on this blag in a long time because I’ve had Horace as an outlet for my daily happenings. And Project Horace. Well, they’re basically the same thing lawl. Anyway.

Because I am a Mac whore,

Within two days I bought an iPhone 3GS and a MacBook Pro (13.3″). adsfkjwlkejrkwer. I need to earn a lot of money in the future so I can give back to my parents. A jillion dollars. A jillion dollars. So expensive. But sooo worth it.

Unfortunately I wanted to connect my external harddrive to the MacBook but it was like oh lalala Apple decided to use the Firewire 800 and f-ing change the port size on me. So I had to go to Fry’s and get a converter from the 6-pin to 9-pin. Oh dear. At least it was like $10 cheaper than it would’ve been from the Apple Store. Misers.

Started learning Python from this Intro to Programming course at UCI. Fortunately it is a lot easier than Java, and there are a lot of concepts about programming that I already understand. I really like this kind of stuff. It’s very interesting. Hopefully I can just start off doing EECS at Cal instead of having to wait an entire semester to transfer from Environmental to EECS. Blargggg.

I kind of miss everyone because I’m not going to all these grad parties and I’m looking on facebook at all of the pictures that I’m not in. Yes. Alas, if I’m going to be in California, why not go all the way? lawl but I will keep in contact with all my NJ people. Or at least as many people as I can. For example, Horace and Greg. Best friends ever.

Mochi passed away yesterday. He didn’t even make it to his first birthday, but he was able to celebrate all the birthdays of the rest of our family. Mochi traveled all the way to California even if he couldn’t walk, even if at the end he couldn’t even close his left eye because his entire left side became paralyzed. He was such a soft, cute cat. I cried when he left. Rest in Peace, Mochi; you will live a good afterlife/have an amazing reincarnation. Because you were so good to us, and we tried to reciprocate that as much as possible. We loved you, Mochi, and we still do.

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I’m actually typing this during a Programming lecture. Fortunately I have already read the chapter and I understand it because it is so very silly. Or basic. Yes, basic.

Fiddling around with a new computer is so much fun.

I miss you all!

Horace, I have yet to type you like five billion emails. I will get started on that after I look through my class schedule for Cal.

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talking about my weekend, all the while neglecting my homework

October 27, 2008 at 9:52 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

So I spent basically the entire weekend at Shrewsbury. Working.

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well.

September 11, 2008 at 7:36 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged

It HAS been 7 years.

Why does the media always make it seem like it was only yesterday, or last year?

It feels like it was only last year. Time passes by quickly.

Pretty soon it’ll be a 20-year anniversary, and our children will only learn it as part of history and not as part of our lives.

9/11.

orange

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On Various Topics Too Varied to Title Correctly

May 6, 2007 at 9:54 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , ,

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

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Cooooool.

January 8, 2007 at 1:51 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , ,

Awww, two days ago on Friday, Dave Blaha came up to me in Graphic Arts and asked, “Is that tie for…Josh?”

So I answered, “Yep!! Tie-Day Friday!”

“I almost forgot he did that…so, you guys’re still doing that, eh?”

“Yeah! Every Friday!”

I smiled to myself, as it was very moving and neared me to tears. After all this time, and Tie-Day Friday can still be appreciated for what it is and what it has become.

Makes me happy.

APUS test tomorrow!!! =00 Yeah I know get off the computer.

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8 months

December 13, 2006 at 11:59 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , ,

It’s been eight months.

I was looking through your wall posts on facebook, and I was kinda depressed to remember that I didn’t register for facebook soon enough so that I could have the opportunity to add you.

But you know what? That’s okay, because it’s a good thing you left your facebook open to the general public, haha. Yay! Mmhmm, but seriously, it’s getting down to the time of the year where Winter Track is almost at its best. But it’s always at its best, isn’t it? Oddly enough, only the sprinters stretch in the Commons. The long distance people have moved to the gym, so I unfortunately do not have the chance to listen to them count and MAKE SURE THEY ARE DOING THEIR JOB.

Cole’s the new field coach, because Herman didn’t feel like doing it! Bell’s the new sprinter coach, and…well, McCaff is McCaff.

You should see how well the guys xc have done! Even though we didn’t do “too well this year” according to McCaff, I think you’d be proud. Sam, Kev, and Sean Monga made Varsity! Yeah, those kids are great.

I wish you were still in our school because you should have seen me today with my Sam outfit. It’s “Spirit Week” (I know, what spirit? =D) and today is Twin/Triplet Day, aka dress like someone else in the school day. So I, being the bright person I am, decided to dress like Sam Liu. There ended up being five people dressed up as Sam (including Sam himself), so there were four Samcounterparts. Haha. Sam carries his ceramics pot around everywhere and puts pencils in it, so naturally, I made a small model magic pot.

Sam is a freak because he wears socks and sandals when it’s almost winter, but I found out today that they are really comfy and nice. Except when it’s raining.

You know, they’re going to put a bench outside with your name and Steve’s name! How cool is that? Well, that’s what Mrs. Knarr says, so I hope it gets through. Rose is coming back on the twentieth! Yay!

Haha.

Mmhmm, so I’ll be seeing you around, right?

ttyl Josh,

–Lisa

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On these two months:

June 12, 2006 at 7:29 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , ,

They’re really let me think a lot: about life, morals, studying, goodbyes. On April 14th at around 8:00pm, Joshua Mooney passed away. It’s one of those things that I think I just fully accepted. If there is a God, then it’s what God wanted.There wasn’t anything elaborate on it, so I never posted. I don’t think I’ve erased the “Get Better Josh!!!” on my whiteboard yet.

I attended the funeral. There was a lot of crying and a kid fainted because of the overwhelming sadness. My mom came and hugged me fiercely after the priest’s speech, repeating in between sobs the Chinese words, “Those stupid, stupid kids! Thinking only about themselves, what did they think we would do if something happened? It did, so what then?”

After driving the somber ten minutes to the grave site, we (as in Bri, Kavo, Rose, and I) went to the buffet afterwards. That considerably brought up our spirits. The food was decent, and joking was done in the form of “telephone.” For a while, thoughts were fleeting and we forgot ourselves.

Okay, a couple of weeks later, a lot of tests popped up. My report card was pretty good, only that Cerqueira yelled at me because I complained that I only received a 95 instead of receiving at least a 96 (which was even without extra credit, otherwise it would’ve been a 97 or 98). That got me irritated, since that obviously meant that I couldn’t slack off at all this (fourth) marking period. Grrrr. Not really, haha.

At the end of April, I had my photo shoot. That was fun, but when I looked at my picture mid-May I had to LAUGH because they were absolutely horrifying. I chose some, though. Anyway, the Saturday after the shoot, I took the Biology SATIIs, which I thought I failed miserably. An hour later, I washed some cars for the car wash. That was hysterically fun, as it was some manual labor that I hadn’t done in a long time and my peers were incredibly nice (our classmates, people.) I left half an hour after that, because I was modeling prom dresses for Macy’s, where I was seen by Vicki Pillori. That was kind of amusing when she suddenly blurted that out during Biology. Heh.

Spring Track and Field was amazing, because I really bonded with the team the sprinters, even though I spent the whole first half of the season with throwers, which was a mistake on my part. Yeah. The 400 is the most fun running event, in my opinion. It’s better than 200 (Mr. Kohl says that I am probably the only one in the world who would say that) by quite a bit. High jump was successful. …Kind of. I think. Yeah. Kohl was going to put me on 400 hurdles for the last meet (Frosh/Soph), but then he took me off, saying that “I wasn’t ready yet.” Obviously, since I had just practiced jumping over the hurdles the day prior to the meet without any form. They are fun, though, and I really want to try them next year.

Track season ended with Mr. Kohl asking whether I was going to participate in Winter Track the following year. I replied, saying that I probably wouldn’t, since I manage for the Girls’ Varsity Basketball team. He cut me off short with a “Don’t manage next year.” I laughed and questioned why, and he answered, “I want to teach you hurdling and more high jump.”

That made me feel all giddy inside because prior to that he had complimented me in my “most natural form out of all the beginner high jumpers.” I went home and told my mom the good news, who commented, “He was just trying to make you feel better, moron.” That’s okay, compliments are compliments are compliments.

Our school just about fell apart this year. What, with the teachers’ union acting up in the beginning of the year, the football coaching, the tragedy near spring break, and THEN. THEN. Our Board of Education decides to transfer about 40 some teachers to different schools. The reason was something along the lines of the football thing and Joe Marsello. I don’t remember his name. So they get transferred, the students get angry, and we were going to attempt a walkout. That didn’t work, as there were only five students outside with about sixty police cars surrounding them. I heard there were riots second, third, and fifth period in the commons, with students chanting “walk out! walk out!”

Seventh period, there is a fire. We wallk outside. Jackie D’what’s-her-face gets a phonecall from one of her friends and informs me (and a couple of other people) that someone lit toilet paper on fire on purpose as their idea of a “walk out.” What fags. Kelsey Naffin (high jump sophomore buddy) and Keith Savarese (golf sophomore buddy) and I start talking about random subjects. I don’t remember. We go in, Chef stops us, because no one’s there, we go out, then we attempt to go in but then we get locked out. I arrive late to Italian, Ranieri demanding, “Why are you late?” with me saying, “we got locked out of the school” and Lenny Satskin laughing, “Lisa could probably get away with murder in this class.” From there on started the “smart Lisa jokes.” They continue to exist to this day.

It just so happens that the Monday (two days before) the fire incident, all the bathrooms except the one in the Commons get locked, because Swider insists that students smoking in the bathrooms be stopped, and the pass rule becomes strictly enforced with little yellow papers flying everywhere. This causes yet another chaotic riot, with students yelling right and left that closing all the bathrooms in the school won’t solve a thing.

But wait, it gets worse.

Two weeks from that incident, or last week, Cerqueira (who returned to school today and told us all the details to quash all rumors) crosses the hall to the girls’ bathroom as opposed to the faculty bathroom, because she says that one always has about fourteen people in the line and it’s too far away, and, returning, waves to Kathy Mai in the hallway who is about to go relieve herself as well.

Cerqueira sees an opening in the crowd, with a crowd of girls on one side and a crowd of boys right in front of her room (or our room). She zips through and gets punched in the stomach by a boy (potential junior?) who was about to strike another boy (also potential junior?). Boy (potential junior) #2 is also swinging at boy #1, but Cerqueira in her recoiling state at being punched in the stomach, swings her head and gets whacked in the head. We don’t see her for a week.

Two days after this, on Thursday, some smartiepants brings alcohol into the school by means of a Poland Spring Bottle. Warm Tequila, nonetheless. Anyway, during that SAB meeting in which we found out, we decided that random locker/water bottle checks were in order before banning all bottles, which is entirely stupid.

The day after, or Friday, Spencer Tirella, our class president, presides over our class meeting and says some stuff. The whole year is practically rumbling and causing an earthquake in the Satz Cafeteria, because there’s absolutely nothing that will be produced from such a thing, but what other course of action should we take? Whatever. Ten minutes after the speech, the whole school proceeds to locker cleanout which was a complete disaster, papers getting strewn everywhere. I was ready, yes I was, because I threw away all my trash before homeroom. Yay.

Second period comes and there is a firedrill. Woooooo. We return to the gym, and Mr. Reckage says that we should just watch the indoor softball game that is occuring because there really isn’t anything else we can do. Keith gets hit in the foot by Jackie Wu’s shot. A ball comes whizzing towards Horace and me, knocking off the wall. Nonchalantly, we don’t even raise our eyes to look at it and continue reading the Jungle. I hear comments about “Look at that they didn’t even move the asians!” I shrug.

Third period, Ms. Abrams is talking about shock collars and how they hurt like a rubberband being smacked on your thigh. Although I don’t know exactly how that applies to Biology (that was sarcasm; of course I know it’s animal behavior), I start drawing a picture of it and the fire alarm goes off yet AGAIN. Abrams is yelling. “We just HAD a fire drill! Everyone stay in your seats, it’s probably just another drill.” We ignore her and follow protocol, exiting the building.

We smell smoke. It smells like candlewax burning. It scares the crap out of us. (Later I find out courtesy of Sam that someone lit the toilet on fire.) We watch police cars and firecars/trucks/vans (some of them from Middletown, might I add) go by. We spend more than an hour outside, with Bri, Kavo, Horace, Choie, and I playing hand games such as “Bubblegum Bubblegum” and the other one with the “Down by the banks.” Don’t ask; we got really really bored. Telephone kind of failed.

We go in. Our fourth period Clayton proceeds to troop to Clayton’s class, and when we get there, Swider makes an announcement over the loudspeaker: “Please remain in your third period class and when the bell rings, go to fifth period.” We groan and return grudgingly to Biology. Whoop.

I tell this to one of the kids from Middletown South at tennis, and he merely comments with a “That’s great; it’s time you Holmdel got pushed off your high rocker” or something along those lines. I don’t remember, and that sentence doesn’t make sense anyway.

Yeah, so today I basically killed myself repeatedly. First period was review, second period was blurting out answers to Biology, third period was a series of “Yea! Nay” as Abrams handed back papers, fourth period was a Clayton test (moderate level, multiple choice), fifth period was listening to Cerqueira talk and taking note, sixth period was taking more notes and realizing how screwed I was for The Jungle test (because it had been a while since Gettis had given us a novel essay test which involved memorizing themes and whatnot), seventh period was freaking hammering out ninety-some questions in Culinary Arts on our FINAL, and last period was half-heartedly participating in the Italian review while wholeheartedly organizing my folder and reducing it by one inch of space (that’s a lot, so now it’s only half an inch thick) and taking out all the necessary information for the respective finals Italian, English, and World Civ. I should study the Geometry book, but at the same time, I don’t want to.

That was a run-on paragraph.

I only have eleven pages left in my sketchbook, so I think I can finish it before Wednesday so everyone can see it. If they want to. I ordered my yearbook with Rose’s so I’m getting mine EARLY. WOOOOOOO. Cheers.

This was a long post, but since I haven’t updated in a while, it’s alright. Yeah.

P.S. — OH YEAH, I nearly forgot, haha, silly me. Being the girly girl I am, I fell (not necessarily in love, but) for a senior last Sunday. An Asian, Short, Nerdy senior. (Asn?) He’s reaaaaally cute though. Too short. *hits head on wall* Besides, he’s a senior, HAHA. He has what, nine days left of school before he goes to what, RUTGERS? No, thank you. But he’s really cute. That’s all that matters, HAHA. (I heard he goes to LAN parties. Dear Gahd. xD) Not like cute in the *OHHMAHGADDHAWTT* way, but like YEE YOU’RE A KOALA!!! *pinches cheeks* way. I don’t know, I have weird tastes. Such a cutiepie. xD

Wow, that was way TMI (Too Much Information). Yay for the people who don’t read this! *cheers* Crap. *headdesk* I just ate a mint oreo. Hence.

P.P.S. — Oh right, I got a 720 on my BIO SATII. Pretty decent, doncha think? =)

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April 1, 2006 at 2:25 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged ,

R.I.P. Steve Lentine 3-28-06.

I didn’t even know who you were. For that, I am incredibly sorry; I wasn’t aware of circumstances. Even though that is the case, the school feels so empty when I realize you aren’t there anymore.

Josh, I really really really really hope you get better really soon. You mean so much to us all.

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February 12, 2006 at 3:18 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , ,

It’s not exactly depression, what I’m going through right now. Actually, I’d call it “vop-ing,” or “venting out periodically.” Haha. Wow, that was really bad. I’m happy though, that I got out my feelings in talking in riddle to Greg. I kind of feel sorry that I had to put him through that kind of trouble even though it was only a petty selfish concern on my part. Ah well. I talked to him about the existence of life. Humanity is its own weakness.

…And wow, I’ve been talking wide-scale too much lately. I’m rereading my convo with Greg (viva Instant Message Logs! XDD), and a lot of what I’m saying shouldn’t be coming out of me. I can write a book. Dag, that’s so weird. =D Listen:

I’m so selfish. I’m so selfish; I’m blinded by what’s right in front of me. I should stop living in the past. I could so easily ask, “what happened,” but that’d be reflecting, and reflecting is bad. That’s why in soap operas they punch mirrors so much. Reflections are ugly. Everything in this world; it’s such an ugly world. Humans are evil; they’re the exact definition they created for themselves, the essence of the word.

So I’m such a f*cking hypocrite. *punches wall repeatedly* Why did it turn out to be this way; why is there jealousy and hatred everywhere? I hate human essence. I hate human knowledge. I hate thinking about it: Why do we exist? A world without humans. Lord of the Flies is right. All humans will eventually resort to violence, and murder, and death. So apparent, and yet we say it’s for good.

Greg: Wow. You are going to make me emo.

Heh. I find it ironic, how I talk about drugs so much, when drugs are, essentially, evil. They alter life; they interfering with whateger’s up there; they’re killing us slowly, weakening our immunity. Immunity is nothing. Everything fails; that’s why the immunity system in our bodies is so weak.

Stupid crap. I can’t believe I’m talking about this. I’ve been under pressure way too much. It’s like I’m about to fall and never get up. Now I’m just talking to myself.

Greg: You talk in riddles-ish. Not really.

I don’t even understand them, myself. You could save this conversation and analyze every lien, and it still wouldn’t help, because I wouldn’t know. Life is too fast for me to worry about something like this. Why am I; it’s so sick. Throwing up sick. Retching, how my life suddenly evolved; no, mutated, from being revolved around cartoons and stuck in fantasies all the time to this pitiful existence, always complaining, never doing anything. I could write a really badly written book at this point in my life: “The Life of Lisa Yan and the Crap She Spews.” That’d be the title.

Greg: Well, brb.

I nearly ran out of things to talk about. That’s it, I meant nature, not human essence or knowledge; I’m a complete idiot for forgetting the word. It’s either I have way too much time on my hands and I think about this way too much, or I have too much of a life. “Life is good.” That’s what it’s supposed to be; what happened? Spiritual death.

Greg is back at the computer as of 6:31:38 PM.

Wow. Emo songs do nothing for me. They’re so damn repetitive. *punches wall* What the hell. Emo kids should have better taste in music. Not like I’m going to turn emo. Holy flip. Emo kids cause too much problems. They’re the result. They’re the visible result of what society does. Seriously. Seriously, why do people turn emo? It’s to release, to get away from it all, and still yet, there are people that discriminate against them, against goths, against asians, against preps.

Greg: Yes! So everyone is discriminated against.

Everyone has their own place. We should all freaking die. That’s the solution, the essential solution. Doomsday; givingup. That’s what people do; it’s in their nature. What the heck, why am I so sad all of a sudden? I think typing this out does something to me. Yay. I get a WHOLE day full of snow, hopefully, to think about it and mope in my room, and draw sad pictures, half of which turn out to be crap. So I crumple it up and throw it away, missing the wastebasket. What a sad, sad world, always thinking pessimistically, always striving towards what is impossible

Greg: Holy crap. You type a lot. oO And you think a lot about stuff.

Yeah, maybe. I have time. I can multi-think, as opposed to multitask. …Even though I can do that, too. That’s what thinking does to you. You realize discrepancies. What the heck. We talk about independence, and yet civilizations depend on a “divine intervention,” require a reason for life. The reason for life is–hold on. I’m going to leave you at a cliffhanger.

Greg: Okay…

Life is death. It is its reflection. You live to die, you die to live. Two sides of a coin, it’s what I came to, my realization, some time around December while buying Christmas presents.

Greg: Food. Brb.

Okay. What I’m getting at is that you didn’t always use to be like this. I’m trying desperately to cling onto your old self. Nothing’s going to get out of it, though, andI’m not in the right place to say that you shouldn’t change, because I’m not your mom (no pun intended). Basically, if you see me in the hallways and I say hi to you joyously, I’m truly and honestly happy to see you, and I’m not faking it. I’m going to try and be as true to my emotions as possible. If I could express that correctly, I would. I’d preach to sam, but sam’s away, that butt. He’d find a way to totally own me in religion. Yeah, I think I’m done. You could forget all of this when you walk into school on Tuesday (hopefully). And when you seemy face, know that I am happy to see you; not because you’re a bastard, but because you’re you, you’re greg, and that’s who you are.

Haha, I have no life whatsoever. But that’s okay, right? I feel happier now, anyway. I think this is mainly going to be venting, this site. So listen to me and how I hate my life not really. I love my life. I just have this problem with making scenes about really petty stuff. It’s so fun, though, to spew bullcrap about the world. It is. xD

–lisa

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