SAT. This week(end), on saturday. T.T

I'm so unprepared. I think. I don't really know my skills, er, academicly for this test. So I'm going to figure that out. Sometime tonight or tomorrow and hopefully be prepared for Saturday. Whoo...

p.s. Don't worry. I don't think I'm that stupid. But just in case, please don't jinx me by making me think even lower of myself. I need to feel tip-top shape so please PLEASE keep the negativity and any lectures for later, after.

Thanks. XD *sigh* Whoo...*smile*

--Scratch that. I know I'm not that stupid. It doesn't mean I'll be foolish enough to go without studying. That's just idiotic. So...keep that promise I put up there and I promise I won't complain or cry or get defensive or scream at you when you take a go at me afterwards. I'll be the perfect submissive child under your barrage of words. ^-^ Thanks.

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Ah, it seems I'm always talking about food these days. What? I'm a growing teenager! Anyway, garlic bread again. Glad I'm not eating it fifteen minutes before bedtime. Tried that once, not happening again. >.>

Trick or Treat
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat

And so on and so forth. Ya'll should know the rest. I won't sing the more immature bits, no need to taint my bitter tongue.

Bitter, you say? Bitter because I'm drinking bitter melon soup with a mound of bitter melon rounds, not floating, but sunk and piled on top of one another. Yuck. Normally I'm perfectly fine with it. I can take that stuff, heck, I'm Asian. Ever hear of herbal tea/medicine? The REAL stuff is nasty, but you choke it down anyway. Good for you. You get used to the taste after awhile. Apparently, boiling bitter melons increase the nasty bitter essence of it.

I gobbled it up as quick as possible, ridding the aftertaste between swallows with bites of bread. And washing it all down with grapes. Nice.

Turns out I didn't do anything for Halloween. I'm sitting here, blogging to you, whomever you may be.

I bought the hair color spray last night, I experimented with some stuff on my hands, and I don't do ANYTHING. Wonderful. I'm hoping to have a chance to actually do something for this beautiful event. If not today (I mean, tonight) then tomorrow or the next day(s). I DID spend three bucks for the spray. Might as well use it.

I have a meeting coming up. Maybe I'll wear it then...

LAY-tah!
theDot

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*groan* Oh, god. Sooo not a good idea. I was hungry, took out the grill (no microwave), toasted up the bread on the stove, ate it. It's wreaking havoc on my digestive system. Ow...

renaye-dear: Vampyre is so overused.
LostSoul13: BLOOD! Yay. XD
Nuttz: Mm, it is. Just throw the liquid all over and BAM! youre done. =P
randomjunk: Haha, whatchu gonna be?
invisible: I dunno which to pick...

Plus, I might just go as a 'princess'. Renaissance, Elizabethean, victorian, that sort of thing. Except goth is more likely since I have no idea where I'd get the renaissance stuff or when I'd have time to pick it up. I just have to find some accessories. And go through my 'closet'--I technically don't have one since the one we do have is filled with my ma's junk. Oh, pick up a few things from Ricky's, too. That's a store by the way, not a friend's house/place. So yeah, less hassle.

I think. *sigh* I have so much to do! And not just for Halloween! Ahhhck.
Ack. >.>

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Oh my god, Halloween. I completely forgot about it. I saw Chloefoxx had a new entry, clicked it, and went "Crap".

A week ago, the special day passed by through my mind and I made a little wonderment, "Goth or Blood?"

Goth: Gel, spray highlights, layers, stripes/polka dots, heels of some sort, accessories, dramatic make-up, etc.

Blood: White dress that drapes, blood flow down a side of it or splatter--such as I killed someone or I'm bleeding.

gotta go. Night.

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I got my new glasses today. I don't like 'em. Much. T.T

Well, a'right. They ain't that bad. But I never disliked my glasses before...I just put 'em on, got used to the new 'look', and that was that. This time...I guess I liked the frame because it's a long rectangular frame and suited my bone structure, but the lens annoy me. For one thing, they're thicker than I'm used to and they give my headaches. Mother says that if they still give me problems tomorrow, we'll go back to the shop and tell them. See if we can lower the prescription or something. Problem is, the lenses cost more than the frames because of the prescription so I'm wondering if it'll cost another __bucks to get new ones, y'know? (Not that the frames were expensive, my mother's was more expensive--Emporio Armani. Thaaat's right. Always best for her, not as good for me. Heck, she got Transition Lens last time. And top-half frames. >.>)

Ehh, I'm outta here. Night.

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Insensitivity.

The part of Mulberry Street by Columbus Park in Chinatown has a number of funeral homes. So it's not unusual (far from it) to have funerals down that same block since that's where the wakes, etc. take place and the coffins go to the hearse. So what's with the HONKING?! Shut. UP! God damn it.

Insensitivity.
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Part Two

Y'all know about the temper tantrums right? Not mine, but you-know-who's. >.> So yes, next bout of anger has secured several things in close future.

1.) She's a bit worried about her job. She's suspicious about school attendence. She doesn't want to get fired.

=every morning takes me to school, then takes herself to work
"KIll two birds with one stone." That way she won't be late and she'll be sure of MY whereabouts.

2.) Hehehe, this is a funny one. Okay, not really. Remember that volunteer thing next week? Hehehe, her decision

=I'M NOT GOING. she say's 'Final decision.' Who knows if it is. What else? 'You're never going to do any more of that stuff. I'll call [your auntie] and tell her you're not going.'

Oh, wow. No volunteer work. You realize this is supposed to be punishment. Does that mean she's finally realized I like doing that stuff? I mean, come one, I've been doing it for years. If she has, why hasn't it changed her...perspective of me.

Oh, have I told you? A new revelation. It came a few months ago.

Mom: I don't know if you're a good or bad person.
Me: (Oh. She's finally said it...)

Whih basically means that if we were to go to trial and my mother comes up to the stand...

Lawyer: You're her mother. (subtext: You understand her best.) Do you think she did it?
Mom: I don't know. She could have. (Maybe on the raping, killing, dismembering a man and burying his parts in her grandfather's grave.)

Fuckin' bitch. Excuse my language.

Oh, and she had recently sort-of relented a bit on her NO TV declaration. I watched MYSTERY: Inspector Lyndley last Sunday and a few shows las night. Guess what? Zzzzzzp! Gone. ^-^ How wonderful.

Later dears.
theDot

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