Days of My Life

I woke up at the ungodly and distasteful hour of seven this morning and decided to go run since it looked like such a beautiful day. It was hot. And I only ran three laps. Then I came back and showered and discovered that I was hot and cold at the same time. Now I feel unwell. Afterward, I ate breakfast and decided I consumed too much sodium from the soup for the noodles. Now I'm thirsty. Next, I called somebody. Over and over and over. No answer. I was unbelievably worried. He just IMed me. Now I don't know what to do.

Yeah, I am pretty much addicted to watching this drama I have on DVD: "A Herbalist Affair." Actually, truth be told, it isn't a matter of addiction so much as it is a matter of...I have nothing better (I want) to do. Nonetheless, I enjoy it. Another Friday night spent at home, doing nothing in particular. So today was Friday the 13th. Do people really believe in "Friday the 13th" superstitions? I know I never did and never will. Stupid superstitions. Hmm, looks like it's going to be a gloomy (weather-wise, as least) Valentine's Day weekend. Valentine's Day, otherwise sadly known as S.A.D.--single's awareness day. Oh, my. Oh, well. Maybe I have an old people sense of humor, but today in English, I caught something funny from what Mrs. L said at the very beginning of the class. She was going to pass out packets of essays to us (the boring usual, the usual bore) for analysis and discussion when she noticed and said that she had only seven copies. Th

Whenever I had a pleasantly yet strangely odd dream, I keep replaying it in my head and try to analyze what it might mean. Then again, Do dreams really mean anything? Do they correlate to real life? Perhaps they are figments of what our subconscious wants to happen, or what could happen only if (fill in possibility here)? And now I'm thinking of a number of previous pleasantly yet strangely odd dreams I have had. Hmm. It's called a dreamcatcher. Google it.

Los Angeles v. Cleveland. The Celtics actually lost against the Spurs. I wonder how disappointed they must feel. Oh, my, it's Sunday. Aren't the Lakers supposed to be wearing their white uniforms? Who cares. The Cavaliers' uniform is hurting my eyes. So I just wanted to complain about the awful state of pain from which I am currently enduring. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, my legs are sore, and my eyes are tired. Basically, I am just in far too much pain that I really don't think I deserve to go through. What the stupid gay. :( And the fact that my sister just had to put on arthritic rub on her feet just because they hurt doesn't help at all either. It smells horrendously horrible in the room and everywhere else she has stepped foot on, which is basically everywhere. I don't know how people stand this terrible, horrible, awful odor. It literally makes me sick. Perhaps it can catalyze my stomach acids and I can finally throw up what I've been wanting to th

I just got back from the televised Deca Super Quiz competition at UCLA, and I must say that I am quite disappointed...and surprised. I mean, I got booted off the team for this?! Well, not particularly, but still. Among the highest scoring schools was Palisades, which isn't surprising, since they pretty much dominated at the awards ceremony last year. Eh, whatever, it's forgivable because this year's topic isn't all that easy to begin with. I mean, evolutionary biology just is not something that people pick up and comprehend right away, unlike the Civil War. They are matters of comprehension and memorization, respectively. And now I'm famished. Why do I keep feeling so utterly hungry today?! After dinner, I shall tell you about my strangely fabulous day. Or maybe I say it's fabulous just because it's cold. I love the cold. Weather, I mean, not the sickness, darn it. Okay, be back soon! Here I am again, after nearly two hours. No, I have not been eating the en

Why is there no such thing anyway? One offered reason is that perhaps it's too expensive. Obviously that person is oblivious to the relatively low price of bananas. It is 9:34 P.M. and my parents are already telling me to sleep. And it's a Friday night! But I suppose that it is only fair since I did tell them that I have to take the ACT tomorrow morning. Why must such important tests be administered in the mornings anyway, dagnabbit? It feels like all I've been doing this week is study for exams, therefore I didn't study for tomorrow. It probably wasn't the most judicious decision, but I'm tired and I'm a lazy teenager, so sue me (no, not really, please). Actually, I am quite sleepy. (High) school sucks. I would hardly call it education, because how much can thousands of sleep deprived students in an overpopulated, underfunded, deficient (in a large number of ways) school-- ahem , place--learn anyway? Golly gee. About twenty minutes ago, I told myself that I

isn't a word. It's " dis organized." A girl in English class (it's actually 11 girls and only 2 guys anyway) said today, "I'm so unorganized." And so wrong! Currently 3:34 P.M. and eating a pear after having eaten dumplings: what a myriad of calories. Other than that, I spent about half an hour after I got home watching "General Hospital" on Youtube. Here I thought I was watching today's episode, and it wasn't until the end of the fifth clip out of six or seven that I realized I was watching the 2/4 episode of freaking 2008. So I just stopped and decided to go with this because I don't really need to study for tomorrow. I mean, the history test will be long, but whatever because that isn't even a class! It's more like social hour (okay, 55 minutes), perhaps even happy hour, because in what other class can students be as frivolous as they can be in that room? It's even isolated from other classrooms! Gee-whiz. Not tha

Apple cinnamon is good, but I still prefer blueberry. Blueberry flavored foods (e.g. waffles, muffins) are scrumptious. I'm stuck with writing songs just to forget I remember listening to this particular song over and over once upon a while sometime last year. I just thought I'd listen to it now, since it was visible on my playlist. Today is February 1st. I was so shocked upon realizing so this morning because I hadn't even realized that yesterday was January 31st! So here is to a late goodbye to January 2009: Adieu! And a warm (literally) hello to February, the shortest month of the year. It just occurred to me that maybe February is so short because people want to forget the horrors of Valentine's Day and all its terrible superficiality and move on to March already. Ha. On a different note, this should be a heck of a way to start the month, what with it being Super Bowl Sunday and all. But who cares? It's just football! Then again, I suppose that that isn't f