Days of My Life

I'm not exactly sure what that translates to, though I do know each individual meaning. Tell me if you can decode that! I'm currently consuming a cough drop. Sugar-free honey lemon... Yum. Usually it'd take me about ten minutes to finish one, but this one takes so much longer, not because it's so much bigger, but because it's that much...not as good to eat. Haha. But it's helping. I just finished it! I've been using a lot of contractions... There I went again. You know, one of my friends told me that if you get a "C" for contractions in a certain English class under the dictatorship of a certain teacher. Not dictatorship, though. Lead? Yeah, que -ever. I still don't know how to say whatever en espanol (squiggly line over the "n"). At about 3:02 P.M., I decided to go take a nap. My sister had been sleeping for almost four hours by the time, so I thought, "Well, she's sleeping. Why shouldn't I? I'm sleepy!" I woke

So I'm almost over the unmentionable topic that I was so upset about yesterday. I mean, I'm still somewhat upset when I talk about it, but at least I don't have an urge to tear up. I do have a sore throat, though, that I've been complaining to more persons than one about for the past ten minutes or so. I woke up with it, then proceeded to eat cereal. How very smart of me, right? Geez, I need to get cough drops or throat lozenges or whatever they are termed by those snooty manufacturers. Just kidding about the manufacturers thing. I love Jordin Sparks songs. Most of the one that I've heard, anyway. See my side, and I'll see you better . I would like to tell that to everybody I know. Or, at least, everybody I know who I actually care about. Not to say that I don't care about everybody I know, because honestly, I think that sometimes, to the detriment of my own well-being, I care more for/about others than I do for/about myself. Hmm. Let's go with "fo

Once upon a fair May day, with fair weather, if you may, a girl who others often portray as overachieving but who often denies it because it isn't honestly true, decided on a whim to do something that she had been wanting to do for quite a while but never before tried. So she took a test drive, promising herself that no matter what happens, even if the result will not turn out as desired, she would not let it get to her, not let it bring her down. Not surprisingly, though, in a world of such rash scarcity, limited wants, and endless self-interest, another person also wanted what she wanted too. Call them political contenders, if you may. A lot had been done, a lot had been said, but on only one of their parts. To just plain kill the story and end it short because your author is feeling so emotionally broken and hurtfully speechless, the girl did not get what she wanted. And she broke her promise to herself: she let it get to her, however temporary it was, and she cried, however few

is to talk about the frustration on one's mind. And there is a lot on my mind right now. Or, well, a lot more pressing matters about an hour ago than now, since I've emailed one of my friends and vented some there. Most of it, actually. But I really do not mind reiterating everything and more. So, as I mentioned the last time I blogged, I'm running for Junior Class President. The girl I'm running against, or who's running against me... Well, let's just say that it seems she's not very popular among the sophomore class. And last week, at first, I was a bit concerned, but then for a few days, I was good. Friday was the first day we could start campaigning, and that day, I put up only a few flyers because I had assumed she would not have any. But wrong was I. And then over the weekend, she made two posters! I had been considering doing that too, but then I'd assumed, however wrongly again, that she wouldn't, and that I needn't. As I was walking outs

until about twenty minutes ago was what a fantastic finale David Cook made American Idol last week. I just saw the video on the side, and it was beautiful. Well, in case the video has changed, it's the one in which he is announced the "winner" and then he sings "Time of My Life." Ah, wonderful. So in case I haven't mentioned this, I'm running for Junior Class President. And boy, have I got a lot to say, but I won't say it here. Actually, forget I even mentioned it. I'll mention it (again) later on... After some time. Since American Idol has ended, there's a new show on at 8 P.M. now on Tuesdays--The Moment of Truth. It's so...terrible! That show is the epitome of the saying TRUTH HURTS. Seriously, what do those producers want, anyway?! They're intentionally destroying relationships by asking all these questions. And who are they to ask such personal questions anyway, huh? Go dig a hole for yourself, why don't you. Needless to say

It's never something huge that changes everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you're busy focusing on the big picture. (30) ...I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. Maybe it h ad seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began. (35) "The point...is that no word has one specific definition. Maybe in the dictionary, but not in real life." (66) A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all. (124) What is family? I'd written in my notebook that first day, and as I opened it up now I saw the rest of the page was blank, except for the definition I'd gotten from the dictionary: a set of relations, esp. parents and children. Eight words,

I'm nearly done! Just...a tiny fraction of the four hundred-something pages left. Then tomorrow I can considerately return it to its rightful owner. I mean...borrower of the borrower of the owner. What I like about being so far down on the chain is that I can't possibly be held responsible for any damage inflicted on the book! If any, that is... Not saying that I've done anything to it or anything. 'Cause, you know, it's a book. I wouldn't (intentionally) harm a book. If I say okay just accept it as is It's nothing less but a lot more than what I want to say Because really, what else is there but leftover words that I could easily babble and let you believe No, I don't want to use them because they're not true But no, I don't want to elaborate because my life doesn't involve you So I've been doing nothing at all today but read. Read, read, read. It's remarkable. I haven't had such an opportunity (Yes, I call reading an opportunity

Today's weather is fair with clouds lingering and covering the sun in vain. Much less disastruous than that of yesterday and the day before. I went to class today. For half an hour. Darn teacher. Afterward, I went to the East LA Skills Center, at which I completed a computer class last summer. That place was full of ex-convicts and old geezers, in case I haven't mentioned it a long time ago. It was kind of a scary place to be in at first, seeing as how I was the only teenager in my class. But as fate would have it (not that I really believe in fate or destiny), I met a girl my age there! So anyway. That has nothing to do with today, though. I went to pick up my certificate that was ready like, last September. After I got it, I asked the office lady if it was okay if I went inside to visit my teacher. As I opened the door to the classroom, the teacher saw me right away and said hi. So she did remember me! I was kind of surprised, to be honest, because I always thought that she&#

There's a Lakers game going on right now, but unfortunately, I am not able to watch it on television because I don't happen to have the dumb channel so called TNT. Gosh... But the last time I asked and received an answer, the Lakers are losing by 8 points. I want to watch!! Today was the last day of state standardized testing. Hallelujah. I felt apprehensively unsettled before I started bubbling in those stupid, confined bubbles, for some reason. Probably due to the fact that I had been planning to study but didn't do any of it. Surprising (and unsurprisingly, at the same time), though, the test really wasn't that hard. The tests we take in class are so much more complicated than that. I think that this year's standardized test was the easiest since however long ago there was such a straightforwardly simple one. I hope I did not just "jinx" myself... I tend to do that a lot, although I never use that word. I go for "ruin it for myself", whatever

I woke up this morning at 9:04, then just stayed in bed, reading until 9:50. After the daily morning routines, except breakfast, I watched a bit of television and then proceeded to read again. I'd been reading all day until I finally finished the book at about 4:00. Such an unexpected turn of events! I can't believe that... Well, if you're going to read the book sometime, then skip over the next sentence; if you don't care, then whatever. I can't believe that the girl who has kept her sister alive after all these years ends up dying instead! It's so ironic! Super-irony, if there ever were such a thing. I would love to write a summary or review about this book, but I don't really feel like it. In one word: superb . It's freaking fantastic! I mean, not that the girl who was supposed to live dies and the girl who was supposed to die lives, but just the whole story. Though, I wouldn't expect any less from an author who..."received an A.B. in creativ

from My Sister's Keeper : Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be. (11) A jewel's just a rock put under enormous heat and pressure. Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look. (152) "The bottom line...is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.... Think about it: Romeo and Juliet bucked the system, and look where it got them. Superman has the hots for Lois Lane, when the better match, of course, would be with Wonder Woman. Dawson and Joey--need I say more? And don't even get me started on Charlie Brown and the little redheaded girl." (153-4) There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier th

If possible, it's even hotter now in the evening, brink of nighttime, than it was in the afternoon. This is the kind of weather during which I feel like nothing and feel like doing nothing. Well, not necessarily the former, but most definitely the latter. Miraculously (This is for sure the only time I have used that word here), I haven't even eaten anything since...five hours ago. With the exception of the mint I am chewing on (yes, chewing) now. I've been reading My Sister's Keeper since after lunch. I am now a bit past halfway done with the book, and I'm telling you, it's getting better and better. Unlike many other books when a reader gets to this point, one cannot predict what happens next. There are so many possibilities, so many unexpectancies. I really should study math, considering that I barely remember any trigonometry from one year ago, let alone geometry from the eighth grade. That was TWO years ago! Hmm, two... Here I was braced for it to be even l

It was so extremely hot yesterday. Fortunately, it's cooling down (however incrementally and gradually) this weekend and next week. I'm here at the school library again, because we got out of class early again, because we had a test again. I don't really feel like I have anything legitimately interesting to talk about at the moment, because honestly I don't feel l ike writing, but I'm doing this because I am in utter lack of anything better to do. Besides go to a table and sleep. But how much more fun can that possibly be? (If you were or still are questioning the presence of sarcasm in my tone right now... Well, usually I would be blunt with a yes or no, but right now I myself do not even know.) So American Idol. It is now up to (I guess you could say "down to", as well) the two Davids, as expected by many viewers, according to the Yahoo! article I read on Wednesday night. I think it'd be nice if the one who comes first in alphabetical order wins. Oh

(as opposed to "outside looking in") That reminds me of a poem in one of our English books, called "Small Portions" by Julia Alvarez. I won't type it into here, because it's not what one would call short. In that same book yesterday, I found a poem that very vividly and accurately describes the relationship between somebody and I. "Fireworks" by Amy Lowell: You hate me and I hate you And we are so polite, we two! But whenever I see you, I burst apart And scatter the sky with my blazing heart. It spits and sparkles in stars and balls, Buds into roses--and flares and falls. Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks, Silver sprials and asterisks, Shoot and tremble in a mist Peppered with mauve and amethyst. I shine in the windows and light up the trees, And all because I hate you, if you please. And when you meet me, you rend asunder And go up in a flaming wonder Of saffron cubes, and crimson moons, And wheels all amaranths and maroons. Golden lozenges an

Not that I feel much of a relief. The AP European History test was today...from about 12:30 until 4:30. Four excruciating hours of silence and filling in confined bubbles and writing meaningless essays! Surprisingly, I didn't even fall asleep! And the whole time, I always said I feared falling asleep in the middle of the test. But yay...I didn't. Anyway...I didn't study this whole week, although I should have, obviously. Hmm, I probably studied a maximum of ten hours total for this test. We'll see how it turns out. I shall reaccount my story of the test. People keep asking! But I keep saying I don't want to talk about it, so that I'll have something " fun " to talk about here. Gosh. How fun could a four-hour history test be anyway? So everybody didn't go to fourth period today, but instead went to our history class. And we were there for half an hour, our teacher trying to make up happy and stuff. It was kind of fun(ny) and somewhat convincingly re