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1st-Apr-2007 01:51 am - April Foolzzz.
Bubbles
Have you ever wanted to meet everyone in the world? I have. Because I know there's more to life than these ass holes in Jersey. New York even -- I love it with all my heart, but there's just so much out there that I've yet to see, I get kind of overwhelmed thinking about it. There are people in Russia, China, Australia, Iceland, ALASKA for god's sake who I will never even look at, but who, if I met, could provide me with new insights and a worldly sagacity that I would not otherwise experience. Hell, there are people in the next town over who I'll never speak to but could make my life that much better. I know that I should be happy with what I already have, and I am...... but when it comes to knowledge, culture, and the people of the world, you can never have too much.
17th-Dec-2006 08:27 am - Let heaven and nature sing!
Bubbles
I just dreamt that I had sex multiple times with C--. Actually, more like 3 -- the first 2 times I was on top, and then I asked him if I could be on the bottom. We did it in the girl's bathroom at our school. Except our school was different in my dream -- it looked more like a college campus. But actually, there was some kind of protest and we were supposed to be having sex. One time, the bathroom was filled with students having sex and it was like a huge orgy. Another time, all these black guys were playing basketball in the bathroom while me and C-- were doing it in the stall. And the other time, some guy asked if he could join C-- and I, but C-- said no. When I was making out with C--, I actually used this technique I learned on the internet, where you suck on his bottom lip because it has a lot of nerve endings. It's kind of amusing how I took something I learned and applied it to my dream. Anyway, it was fun, and I'd totally have sex with C-- in real life.
Girl & Clouds
Today at the Y I was able to run 3.34 miles on the treadmill in half an hour. Haha. Any reasonably fit person should be able to do that, but it was a huge breakthrough for me. Before today, the longest time I'd ever run was 15 minutes, and I really struggled with that. But today, for some reason, I was able to keep going and going and going. Maybe all the working out I've done in the past few months finally surfaced and the power was released!

Another thing? I'm way excited to go to college. I know it's not for a while, but I've pretty much narrowed down my choices to NY and NJ. I love the SUNY and CUNY schools because they're cheap and good. I'm also considering Rutgers for their 8 year medical program. Cheers!
Movie.
I am off to take the PSATs and I'm pissed at my dad for making me go see Dracula last night which means we got home late and I didn't get enough time to fucking sleep. But the play was really good. And I've never thought of Dracula as sexual at all, but there was a lot of moaning and hair-pulling and neck sucking and chocolate syrup. Mmmm. I want coffee.
9th-Oct-2006 10:35 am - Missy Elliott is in da house.
Bubbles
So I am in the computer lab at school now and I finished all my Drivers Ed workshit, so I decided to go on LiveJournal and write about my amazing volunteer experience last Saturday. It was on the baseball field by Frelinghuysen, and me and a bunch of Key Clubbers as well as a bunch of old men from the Kiwanis Club spent three hours pulling out fenceposts, planting shrubs, and putting chickenwire or something around them so deer couldn't get in. It was quite possibly the hardest physical labor I have ever done in my life, not even kidding. Those damn posts were stuck in the ground and we had to use pickaxes and shit. And the ground was full of rocks so it was hard to dig. But in the end I was left with a very rewarding experience and the knowledge that I am helping my community! Yay-uhh.
22nd-Sep-2006 04:47 pm - !?!?!
Bubbles
What is wrong with my LiveJournallll?

Ugh, whatever. I just wanted to write about my dream last night. So, in my dream, I was in school, except it was more like a campus and I had to go from building to building for different classes. I was walking with this girl that I know and we were just hanging out and stuff. But then we walked past this old man sitting on a bike and I actually stared at him as we went by, because I thought it was kind of strange that there was an old guy on a bike in our "school". I asked him, "Hey, why are you so old?" And then he started chasing us and I knew that he wanted to rape us. The girl and I ran around forever and ever and we were scared to death. We were in a hallway where the dorms were, so we tried to hide in one of the rooms, but the old man followed us in there. But the girl who lived there was like, laying on the couch and the old man forgot about us and started having sex with her. And, that's it.

So, today in Driver's Ed. we watched this video. It was something like "What to do in Emergency Situations". A guy was driving and the voice was saying, "If you see an animal in the middle of the road, don't assume it will get out of the way. Stop and wait for it to move, or go around it." And then there was a goddamn horse in the middle of the road and the guy had to stop! And he was all like "What do I do?" It was sooo random, it was the weirdest video ever and we were all cracking up. OK. The end.
19th-Sep-2006 02:18 pm - The following is not a joke.
Seasonal
I love geometry. What the fuck's wrong with me? Never have I ever liked math in the history of my life. What makes it worse is, my geometry teacher's this huge bitch who only gives you half credit if you miss 2 problems out of 20. And she doesn't accept homework late. She's probably the strictest teacher I've ever had. Yet, I love her class. I do the work! And when she's going around the room checking everyone's homework, I feel stupendous when she smiles and me and says "good girl"!

If I can stay this enthusiastic, I can get an A in math for the first time since elementary school. Yay!
7th-Sep-2006 05:41 pm - Burrrrrito
Girl & Clouds
The first day of school is always groovy.

I got a vicious cut on my left hand ring finger in Drafting & Design class. I was spinning around in the spinny chair when my hand was grazed (actually more like sliced up) by something sharp under the table. Blood was oozing out and I put a Band-Aid on it but it was throbbing. Then I had to go to guitar lessons after school and pressing on the string was an absolute bitch. I can't even type with it so I'm all slow and stuff. Ow!
4th-Sep-2006 11:57 am - Crikey !
Bubbles
R.I.P. Steve Irwin aka the Croc Hunter
2nd-Sep-2006 04:57 am - I just woke up because I'm damn cold
Seasonal
.. And I had pretty much the weirdest-ass dream ever. I came downstairs and rushed to type it before I forgot anything, because it's one of the few dreams where I can remember details, and it's not a blur in my head.

So yeah, to start off, I had an "internet love". Probably because I read that article in Seventeen about that girl who ran away for her MySpace boyfriend. It was not a secret with my family, however. The guy's name was Mike, and he was 19, and he was part Filipino and another type of Asian but mostly white, and he looked Spanish. But the thing is, I never really talked to him or looked at a clear picture of his face. I had misled him to thinking I loved him, and now he wanted to marry me. For some reason, I agreed because I thought I could simply call it off later.

I was in my room when Mike's father called me and wanted me to speak with his in-laws (I have no idea why) who were Filipino. So they started blabbering in Tagalog and I couldn't understand them. I was still on the phone when I went downstairs and discovered that the phone in the den was on speakerphone, so the whole family heard our conversation. My dad was laughing at it, but I didn't know why because I didn't understand the person on the other side anyway. But I guess that's how the family learned of my affairs. And Mike's father wanted us to fly to California so I could finally meet my fiancee in person.

And so we went on vacation. I'm not exactly sure in what order the following events happen, but they do happen at some point.

We were already in California. I sat in a parked car, about to fall asleep, when I open my eyes and saw a bunch of black girls from my school playing softball. It wasn't on a diamond, though - it was outside of a fast food restaurant and they were playing as if they were in a commercial. I don't know how anything they did made it seem to me like they were in a commercial. Anyway they were playing and one girl dropped her cell phone. And then the pitcher pitched and the ball actually went behind a girl and scooped up her backpack and took it off of her back, and pushed it through the air, just parallel to the ground. The girl went after it and everyone was laughing. I went outside and one of the girls had picked up the cell phone, but instead of giving it directly to its owner, she gave it to me - and I said thanks - and I gave it to its owner.

The game was over and the girls dispersed. I left as well, and started walking away, when suddenly I found myself lying down next to a tree stump on the sidewalk. A girl was lying next to me, although I don't remember who. I looked at the stump and there was a group of hermit crabs settling down inside! Ugh there were soooooooo many, it looked like a disease, and there were hundreds of ants creeping around them. The girl was like, "Gross! You made the ants mad! Get away!" because the ants started scattering but it sure as hell wasn't my fault. We wanted to turn and just walk away, but we found ourselves face to face with a little monster that looked like a little black weiner dog. It was wearing Mary-Janes or some type of women's shoe on all four feet. I said, "Let's just pass it." But the girl said, "No. That monster is dangerous. Let's evaluate our situation - a little girl passed by here and was never seen again. Should we go through?" I thought for a little bit, when the girl just decided she would try to get rid of the monster. She kind of attacked it. She jumped on it and squeezed it (although at this point she turned into a guy but I didn't notice), and she screamed, "Add, or delete! Add, or delete!" ..And the monster whimpered and ran away, and I was like.. Hmm, she must've deleted it.

Notice how, I haven't even gone to visit Mike yet. I think he was in the hospital because something was wrong with his achilles tendon. So for now, I wandered the streets of California. Alone. Cut back to the hotel where my family stayed. It was Japanese-themed, so there were banners and posters all over the wall with Japanese characters. My family was dancing in the room. I don't know how I knew that because I wasn't there. I was wandering around outside.

I was walking down a busy street when I saw two boys walking together. They must've been in 6th or 7th grade. I overheard their conversation and they were talking about playing softball (why not baseball? I'll never know). I tried to catch up to them to ask them something but they started running, so I ran after them. I followed them onto a really narrow street that was dark and deserted. No cars came through, so the three of us ran straight down the middle of the road. I chased them, until finally I caught up.

I walked next to one of them, and we talked. The other boy was a few paces ahead. Anyway, the conversation went something like this:

Me: Hi. You play softball?
Boy: Ya.
Me: What organization is it for? (WTF??!!?)
Boy: It's for (yadda yadda something-or-other).
Me: Cool. I'd like to watch one of your games.
Boy: OK, we have one every week. Just come to Loantaka park.

Loantaka. We have a Loantaka park in New Jersey, I thought, but I didn't say it out loud. The two boys and I reached the end of the street, and we were at a baseball field, a small one, smaller than Little League. And there was a friggin' 3-year-old mowing the grass. There he was, this chubby little toddler, sitting on a ride-on mower, driving it around the field. I looked down and I had a lawn mower in front of me. So I pushed it onto the field, but the 3-year-old told me he could handle the job by himself and to get off the grass. He wasn't even doing it by himself, though, because behind him there were three Spanish men on ride-on mowers and they were looking at me weirdly.

It was time to visit Mike in the hospital. I could see him there on the bed but he couldn't see me. He looked pretty pissed and was talking on his cell phone to someone. He was yelling: "My sister lost her legs in an accident! Do you know how that feels, to have your life, your freedom taken away? If this gets any worse I won't be able to walk or run anymore!"

The end.
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