Thought of the day.

When you don't notice that she's not in the room until she comes in, it means you've finally gotten over her. ♥

Flaky egg tarts.

I don't like them.

In other news, I bought a carnival ticket. I also finished applying for volunteering at Toronto Western Hospital. Dad said my cover letter was actually really good. I don't know.

This week is gonna be hectic.

Physics test, Sounds of Spring, Anthro test, carnival, Vocal Fusion benefit concert, Japanese oral exam, then written exam right after.

... I totes did not type "Psychic test" at first.

♥

July 27th.

It just may be something special this year. ♥

Not posting much recently.

Maybe it's because of roleplaying. Maybe it's because of school. (... nahh.) Maybe it's because of dancing.

No, seriously. Putting on random dance music and just rockin' out around my room has a surprisingly therapeutic effect. I could be upset and/or depressed and/or seething with rage and hatred (like I was today after seeing something that I really didn't want to see >>), and then a few rounds of DJ Earworm and Lady Gaga somehow seems to solve all my problems. Obviously it doesn't actually, but I always feel better (and exhausted and sweaty and hot) afterwards. It's even better than raging and keysmashing, which I'm sure my keyboard is thankful for.

Now if only I had a lock on my door. =3=;;;;;;

Dinner conversation.

Mom: See, when Rachel argues, she actually makes solid points.
Me: :D
Dad: Yeah, that's called being—
Me: Stubborn?
Dad: Stubborn. xD
Me: xD See mommy, I am like you!
Mom: In all the wrong ways.

Right.

I just looked over ↓that, and now I'm a little... sheepish? I guess? I should stop complaining and having such a filthy mouth. ._.

In other news, I missed one Vocal Fusion practice today due to volunteer orientation thing that my parents mom nagged me into. I missed learning half of the choreography for the pop mash-up. I am way, way, way behind everyone else. Are you fucking happy now, mom? >>

... I'll stop.

No, but seriously. I hate being nagged. It's insulting, like they think I'm stupid enough not to remember something like what my graduation requirements are. I would continue on that tangent, but it would probably delve into a lot of bad language and then this blog would be reduced to mere rubble from all the F-bombs I'd drop.

So no.

Vocal Fusion's still overdue for a karaoke trip.

Ever since Eric got that haircut, I swear he looks like Hubert. Today Hubert randomly crashed our Careers class (??) and I commented to Wendy about the similarity. She said she kind of sees it but not really because Hubert looks "more Chinese". Well no duh. xD

... Okay I really should get off now. I have half a pop mash-up's worth of choreo to catch up on. Dx

This really irks me.

I was watching this and it made me all sad and nostalgic... and then my mom barges in and starts yabbering on about how I need volunteer hours. >>

THANKS FOR COMPLETELY WRECKING THE MOOD, CAPTAIN FUCKING OBVIOUS.

Ugh. Every single time. It pisses me off so much. And it's not even important, which just makes it worse.







I may or may not be PMSing, but parents really need to start respecting their kids' space when they become teenagers.

In other words: STOP FUCKING BARGING INTO MY ROOM FOR NO REASON WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. OR EVEN KNOCKING. I legitimately feel that my privacy is being constantly violated like this.





... (yeah, I'm definitely PMSing. IGNORE ME.)

Woah, I'm alive?

Apparently so.

Roleplaying + school + Jap + rehearsals + recently discovered FireRed + blah = what

Today, we were doing ray diagrams in Science class.

Ilan: (after figuring out the intersection for all the reflected rays) OMG IT'S LIKE MAGIC! OOO:
Hazlewood: Yeah, magic, that's it. See, everything in science is really magic, and I secretly teach courses during the summer at Hogwarts.
(Note that Shander owns a summer-school-based Harry Potter roleplaying forum. The setting of which is at Hogwarts.)
Me & Shander: ... (bursts into hysterical laughter) xDDDDDDDDDD
Class: o-o;;
Ilan: ... Am I the only one who doesn't get it?