Just when you start to think life is good...

Something comes along to fuck up your mood.

Ironically, after tonight's episode of family drama, what comes to mind is my English teacher's metaphor. "What's the plate that the chicken comes on," she asks?

It doesn't come on a plate at all. It's thrown smack right into your face.

Despite my previous bad encounters involving my immediate family, it seems I still haven't learned that in this world, there ain't no one who cares about you but yourself.  Not even your family.  It's a dog eat dog world.

Anyway, I've been doing nothing but listening to my Pandora songs lately; the Morning Benders come up quite often.  So often, that every time a song comes up, I actually hear the lyrics and think, "Wow, that's deep."

Excerpt from "Cross-eyed" by the Morning Benders 

we keep handing out our gifts
a gilded age keeps our hearts stiff
and apart
but what about our flesh and blood?
the product of our young love
is here to stay
a crosseyed mess led me from the flames into the dark
our empty promises keep us from bearing our hearts
but somewhere inside me there's a jealous mind
and i want it out of my head!!
i want it out of my head!!!!!

Simple, but profound. Today, I said to my friend of the song "Waiting for a War": "It's like a... I dunno, deep but logical commentary on society today, I guess."

Yeah, I'm way in over my head.

Small, Insignificant Details from this last week

The creek behind my house.  Pretty water lilies, but stinks as hell.

Found this critter on my wall a few days ago.
Found him again dead on the carpet this morning.

The unfinished water bottles have accumulated on my window sill.

My horoscope for today:

You have a great idea about what you want to do today, but your preferences are limited by practical considerations that prevent you from getting exactly what you want. Instead of feeling disappointed if reality falls short of your expectations, look for the undiscovered opportunities that come along with the unexpected changes. There are more options than you can imagine if you only remain open to them.

Huh.

It's Been A Long, Long Week

Today marks the close of the first week of my junior year. Lessons learned?

-High school administration are never to be trusted. They are all lying bastards who only care about their own check, and don't give a shit that they're screwing over any chances you have at getting into the best colleges.
-Public transportation isn't as bad as people make it out to be.
-Large high schools are fun.
-Life goes on without my sister in it.
-Despite everything I say, the prospect of having a boyfriend is still appealing.
-Much enjoyment can be had while working out at the gym.
-Neighbors can be friendly.
-My classmates tend to have problems with their dads rather than their moms.

It's a very fun schedule where I don't really see anyone I don't want to outside of class.  However, I had to refrain from reading any manga or webcomics (and of course, there was no time for anime either).  Which means that in this last half-hour I've been reading update after update that I've missed this week.  I think I like this set-up though, since I don't feel disappointed at their being no updates for me to read every time I log onto my e-mail account.

So, manga otakus who have been trying to lessen their addiction in order to get through work or school, know that it can be done. In fact, you'll feel much happier if you try it.

I have pictures, but no time to upload them. I need to wake up early for tomorrow's schedule (gym, community service engagement, friend's sister's birthday party, homework)..

I'm such a busy body.

I Went Shopping.

But I didn't get everything I needed (aka, I still need to buy a lock for my locker).
But that's okay. Instead, I got:

-A pair of white sneakers (because I have no shoes for the gym)
-A pack of black socks
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt
-A shirt

I love to buy stuff, so I'm in a good mood right now. >:D Such a simple life I live.
Time to work on the homework that I've put off all summer...

おはようございます!!! (Good morning)

I didn't get to finish yesterday's post because my family held a BBQ party and my friend decided to finish the post for me. Yesterday was super fun. While "the Adults" ate and talked in the dining room, my 16-year-old friends and I sang along to Disney movies and watched The Swan Princess (from 1982).  We drank a little too much Dr. Pepper again, and this is the result:

A shrine to my older brother and sister, who are not dead.
And this filthy picture is nearly 15 years old.

Mom freaked when she walked by the living room and saw this. My friends burst out laughing. My brother was "disturbed" when he saw the picture on Facebook. Hehehehe...

Anyway, so this morning I woke up to take a bike ride to my school and back.  People are VERY congenial in the morning.  Practically every biker I passed by was cheery.  They all greeted me with an enthusiastic, "Good morning!!"  It was pretty cool.  Would never happen in my old neighborhood.

Anyway, I've got no excuse to miss church now, so I've just gotten ready. I can just imagine what they're going to say. "Sarah-honey, it's been so long since I last saw you!" or "When are you going to play the piano for us again?" or "I like your outfit! Fall colors!".

*sigh* Another occasion to fake happiness at, I suppose. Like I said, no haven for me anymore.  School, home, and church are all battlefields.

Getting ready to go to el gimnasio

As I mentioned last time, yesterday was orientation day at school which majorly sucked for me.  However, yesterday was also a very monumental day for me: it marks the first day my mom allowed me to bike outside of my house by myself.

This is a big deal for me since I'm never allowed to go ANYWHERE by myself (except school and the library).

From Sandra to Sarah: ur soo awesome kawaii ko-chan! ^^ im excited for class with u! I send u lots of friendly love ;)

#nowplaying "We're Going to Be Friends" by The White Stripes

It seems that my family is destined to never welcome the new school year well. Last year involved cops, and lets say that this year it was probably worse. I'm not the one who has it the worst though, so I don't know how to talk to my family about it.

So anyway, I realized that I no longer have a safe haven anymore, since both home and school is pretty much a battlefield.  There's a lot of tension at home, and very few people can be trusted at school. My principal broke yet more promises, the b*tch who stole my test and cheated off of it was not expelled, I have to face traitorous classmates who pretend like there's nothing wrong with the world.

It's so different from last year, when I was so excited to go to school.  My sister transferred to another school; we've pretty much always been on the same campus since I started Kindergarten in the Philippines, and we've pretty much had all the same classes together since fourth grade. Now that I'm a junior in high school, it's a bit scary to be by myself. At least I have surrogate sisters Emily and Sandra to help me make it through these last two years of high school (:

In the end, I tell myself that Becca and I need to start separating ourselves from each other, since we don't plan on going to the same university. But I will still miss my wonderful unni, who basically made all my friends for me and always helps me with my homework before she even starts hers.

I love you so much, Becca-unni! ♥♥♥

#nowplaying "New Slang" by The Shins

Well, today is Orientation Day. Don't have to be at school til 9 but I woke up at 3:30 am and couldn't go back to sleep so I've spent the last few hours getting ready.

Good enough for my school ID.

Lunch. It's not exactly aesthetically pleasing because of that strip of paper but I had to separate the sashimi balls from the potato salad and I didn't exactly know what else to do. I guess I'll just ask Mom to buy me a real bento box for the future.

Anyway, the potato salad is basically just mayo, dijon mustard, salt&pepper, mashed potatoes, a bit of boiled egg, some vegetable (I dunno what it's called but they're reminds me of leeks... but they're not leeks), onion powder (I don't like cutting real onions), some lemon juice, and just a little virgin olive oil.
It's quite tasty. :D

As for the "sashimi" balls, I got the idea from some another blog (I can't recall which one). It's basically rice, the yellow piece of a boiled egg, and pieces of roast beef. They look really cool, and they were fun to make (even though I had to keep cutting pieces of plastic wrap).

I'm going to eat the rest of the potato salad for breakfast, so baii.

You Little Vixen

That's what I wanted to call my friend on a Facebook status she posted because she was flirting with her little crush there. But I couldn't say what came to mind, because then that would embarrass Em in front of her little boyfriend there, and then what kind of friend would I be? (But of course it's okay for me to blog about it).

In the end, I said nothing.  Just because I'm angry about my unfruitful hopes to be with a certain Mr. **** (number of asterisks may or may not be altered from number of letters in his name in order to protect myself) doesn't mean I have to take it out on her.  Directly, anyway. Muahahaha...

No just kidding. Are you kidding? I don't even want a boyfriend right now. I'm a responsible person, not some hormonal teenager! (Followers on twitter, you may laugh). I'm totally not "on the ball" lately (you'll see in a bit).  

But I really don't want a boyfriend right now (get that, all you pedos who keep trying to talk to me on Facebook? I DON'T WANT ONE!!!).  It's too troublesome.

 1) My parents will never, ever let me,

 2) I've tried the do-it-behind-their-backs method and believe me it doesn't work... for long anyway, 

3) I'm like this total psychological mess right now, I can't handle my own problems, let alone someone else's, 

4) there's not really anyone worth getting serious about that I know right now.

But. whatever; enough self-pity. I'm a strong, independent, modern woman. I don't need a man!!!

******* can suck it and go out with whoever the hell he wants.. fricken heart breaker!!!! I don't care, I have Aizen, Izaya, Tsuruga, Orochimaru, and all the other bad*ss bishies of the 2D world on my side!!!

Yeah. I'm totally not some hormonal teenager.

Anyway, speaking of being a teenager, my mom has totally been on the ball today.  She's been telling me to clean my room non-stop since eight.  She even told my sister to wake up and clean her room, even though Becca doesn't even wake up during life-and-death emergencies!  Honestly, what was Mom thinking? My room wasn't even that messy! Everything was neatly put in the corner, and for God's sake I don't even have any furniture!

So even when I did clean (with shortcuts, of course. Shh!) she then made me vacuum! Like wtf? Vacuum? Really? You make me vacuum practically every room every day, my room isn't that messy to begin with, and you want me to vacuum again?  Really, Mom? Really?!? (I'm exaggerating. I was just too lazy and I wanted to laugh my ass off reading a new comic I found, We're All In This Together!).

But, for fear of losing my laptop, I did it anyway. And now my room is "clean". To the unsuspecting, innocent bystander, of course.  Since my mom doesn't read my blogs (occasionally my dad likes to be an invasive jerk and stop by, but I don't think I have anything to worry about there), I'll point out a few secrets and tricks to my sneaky-teenager trade:

Betcha if you walked into my room, you wouldn't have noticed all of this at all. Nope, the first thing you'd probably say is "Where the f*ck is her bed?". Why, you naughty you!  Didn't I just say I wasn't looking for a boyfriend?

Just kidding XD Sorry, I've been reading a lot of.. uh... rated comics lately, so my mind's been in the gutter a lot. Blame the comic artists for being so damned funny. It makes the already awesome art addicting.

Anyway, to answer your question (that you haven't technically asked, but you would if you walked into my room), I don't have a bed. I have a futon. But I don't sleep on it too often.  Actually, since I've moved into a house that's almost completely carpeted, I just sleep wherever. Couch, futon, floor, whatever. I actually spent last night sleeping in the living room.  And the night before that I slept in the dining room.

So anyway, this is what I'm wearing right now as I speak (pedos, back off):

Look at me, wearing that cute scarf and that pretty yellow tanktop? Don't I just look adorable? Huh? Don't I? (Don't answer that, you jerks =__=).  Well, truth be told, I don't smell very pleasant right now. I don't know why (actually, I do. But I won't say why, because then you'll just make fun of me, and laugh, and call me a stupid lazy ass).  

Even though I look so incredibly (un)cute right now and would love to talk to you some more about my incredibly interesting (mundane) life, I've gotta go and take a shower because my sexy friend Sandra is coming over in an hour and I don't want her to think I'm an ogre or something (yeah, I know what you're thinking. "So you wouldn't take a shower otherwise?" Look, I'm not gonna answer that question).

So toodles, children. Have a fun friday.  >XD

Skaters.

While most of the representatives of this subculture probably have the IQ of a peanut and the originality equivalent to Avril Lavigne's album The Best Damn Thing, the skater style is pretty damn hot (even if it's "old").

(I wanted to post some kick-ass skate videos from Youtube, but it I'm too lazy to look for them and nobody on Facebook has posted any lately).

Of course, it's really the skater bishies that make this subculture so appealing, but I really can't post any pictures of those.  Besides, the only pictures that give this category of bishie any justice are of some of my Facebook friends.  I've got to protect the innocent. >////< Muahahaha...

Notice: If you are a skater and you are my Facebook friend, this in no way means I think you're cute and constantly oggle you.  But it does mean that I like your shoes and your chunky headphones.  And even though I hate rap and all that shit you listen to, heavy metal does sound awesome. On occasion.

Notice: I realize that these pictures don't really encompass the true spirit of the skater.  It would appear that the authentic "Skater Spirit" can't be justly presented on the internet, as the true experience can only be attained after countless wasted hours hanging out with friends on the streets.  In my defense, I'd like to remind you that I am not a skater, so I don't really care.  Furthermore, since true skaters are out on the streets doing whatever the hell it is they do, you shouldn't really care either. (Actually I have no idea. I just don't care.)

Notice: I own none of the pictures above. If you do, thanks for posting it on the internet. I took the liberty of using it.


Edit (about a half hour later): See? This is kind of the type of video I wanted to post.

No, actually that's a lie. I just wanted one of those amateur videos where the camera just follows some teenagers skating through the city at various times of day, with heavy metal screeching in the background. But life doesn't work the way we want it to. What a surprise.

Many Memories

In sixth grade, I decided to work alone for the science project because I didn't want to work with my sister.  We always ended up fighting whenever we worked together (we still do) because she thought she knew everything and I always screwed up somehow.  So I told her that I was working alone, but she threw a fit, and Mr. B (our science teacher) noticed and forced me to work with her.

I was really pissed at the time, and it still peeves me that I always have to work with Becca, but looking back it's a little funny.  Science teacher sees a fight between sisters.  How cute. >:3 Although I'm sure he thought it was bothersome.

Needless to say, the project did NOT go well. -__- We took forever trying to look for a project, and we changed our minds several times.  I only remember two projects:

1. We tried to dissolve different types of rocks with different types of substances (vinegar, water, citric acid) and see which rock dissolved the most from which substance.  This was a fail since any since any significant erosion is supposed to take place over millions of years or something like that.  So... we stopped.

2. Our final idea was to check the temperatures of a cup of soil, gravel, bark, and water throughout the day to see which one attracted more heat, yaddah yaddah yaddah.  Typical boring stuff.

That was not a good year for science projects for me. >___< Mr. B scolded Becca and I.  Several times.

Okay, time to exit LaLaLand.