hell ya fuckers!

SAME SEX MARRAIGE LEGALIZED IN CALIFORNIA.

just another reason why California is the best.

and because arnold schwarzenegger is our somewhat “liberal republican” governor.

the things i decided that i needed after first period

1. A BABY. i want one. preferably a halfie. haha. so that means i need to find a non-indian. but today we watched a zoology video on apes and an adorable indian kid was being experimented on and i totally fell in love with him. i want him to be my child. so now, i would be okay if my baby would be a boy, and full-bred indian. all i need is my baby to be cute.
2. A CHIMPANZEE. so receptive and generally don’t seem dangerous.
3. a husband. mrs. dowis’s husband came in today to talk about the exotic frogs he had as pets. and he’s seriously perfect for mrs. dowis. he looked young and very informal…a totally surfer-man aura to him. and i loved it. they both love each other so much.

i really want them all. a chimpanzee is my last priority as of now. i’m still seventeen so i have some time ahead of me for all these things. but i wish my age wasn’t a social absolute and everyone married early so i could have it all.

PROM yesterday

pretty and fun but not as fun as i expected. many things i didn’t expect such as our “limo” which wasn’t a limo at all but just a classic cadilliac that seated six people with a divider between us and our driver. and i saw the bitches there. one had enough audacity to come and say hi to one person while everyone else watched. ha. i didn’t see anyone have sex, thank god. although, it was expected to see some freaking.

i danced a few times, surprisingly. only with a fast beat or YMCA. haha. well, actually its not surprisingly. i’m infamous for interpretive dance.

let me tell you the problems with all these

first, i not a fan of ruffles.

second, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING? is that what Texans wear? goddamn, thats something for the 90s.

third, love it but its too big for you. and the shoes are dull.

fourth, me. my hair and my obese-self.

fifth, okay. i personally don’t like those sort of uneven dresses. just reminds me when those sort of skits were in trend and that was just terrible. thank god i never followed it.

sixth, i love. what could i say about this? the purse could have been different.

PROM today

back from the AWPE test. i hope i passed. i felt a little embarrassed i was too nervous about writing the essay that i spent the nearly the whole two hours writing only two pages and a half. i had loren and palwasha wait for almost an hour. miena.

then i had an exciting 2 minutes merging onto the freeway with loren. it was her first time since her driver’s training. pretty hilarious. i had motioned to a grandpa to let us in and he was really nice about. by the way, i think i have a “thing” for old people. my prompter was old and so kind. i loved him.

PROM is 8 hours.

PROM tomorrow

and the AWPE test tomorrow. a definite fail because i’m terrrrrible at writing.

parents deserve better

At some point we all realize whats important and what’s not. My fuck-tard of a brother [20 yrs.] still hasn’t gotten to that stage. still living with his parents, still cursing me out on the phone after he blew out our transmission, still being the inconsiderate bitch he has always been. i wouldn’t mind if he didn’t associate himself with me. i love him, he’s the funniest person in our family but only at times when he doesn’t expect anything in return. but i can’t understand his logic. he can go as far as calling me a cunt, and believe me i’m sure thats the worst name to be called. he can curse at his parents and an hour later expect them to pay for his insurance bills.

what saddens me the most is that he doesn’t understand the value of family. my mom is crying and he’s on a drunk-drive. even after what he’s done to us, he’ll still expect my mom to pay for his europe trip. and my parents don’t have the heart to refuse him in the end. i hope he knows he’s the favorite. the oldest and the most cherished. that explains why my parents take account of every deed he’s done in his life. i have to be the second favorite or at least at tie with my twin, because i spend the most time with both of my parents.

regardless of who’s the favorite, i hope my parents learn to forget him. as terrible as that may sound, it’s for the best. he’ll come back when he’s desperate, right? he’ll learn the significance of a family being a part of your life, not just financially.

i love my parents. and i wish they outlast the longevity of a lifetime.

i can’t help but imagine myself at each of their funerals. its sad how i already regret everything i have done to them and even now i can’t treat them the way they deserve. my poor dad is away from his family. he talks to my mom daily. but not once has any of my brothers once considered calling him to ask how he was doing. of course i’m in the same spectrum but i did speak to him last week after i texted him a picture of myself. as for my mom, she does anything possibly to entertain our needs.

all i can hope for is that i can support them for the rest of their lives.

drama drama drama

i realize many many many visitors come to my blog because of my korean obession, or narrowly drama obsession, so…

i just made a blog a minute ago. really. spontaneously.

DRAMTASTIC

so immediately in effect. i will entertain or annoy all my drama friends and go off on wild tangents about joo ji hoon and kwon sang woo.

time for AP EXAMS

shitty shit. describes what my current attitude is and what my day will be tomorrow.

government multiple choice questions and essay questions. ap tests are bitches. i barely got a 3 on my practice test in gov. a 2 in lit. and nearly a 4 in calc. haha, i’m true asian.

KOREAAA!

it’s official.

I’m going to

KOREA.

really…recommend me something to do there. anything. please.

die from embarrassment

omo. what am i gonna? i made another slop of my car. no thank god, its not an accident. after my calc final, which i bombed, i was pulling out of the parking lot but i forgot i parked in the faculty parking area, and those have those huge parking bumpers. so yeah, it was a mystery to me for a second why i had a problem going forward. did something fall out my car? my engine? will my car BLOW UP? haha, no. i didnt think that far. but anyways, i was stuck for at least a minute. but i went over it, because i didn’t know what else to do.

and now i’m dying. dying. dying. dying. i have such a guilty-conscious, that i even told my mom. and i still feel terrible. ehh.

ottoke?