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| yay! |
| 06.16.04 (1:07 am) [edit] |
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my weblog's officially up and running now. it's the link on the right that says "rice pot." go there. no more t-blog for me... i think...
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| rrrr! |
| 06.02.04 (4:53 pm) [edit] |
i'm trying to stop being gross, honestly, but i saw this in joan's lj and i would be lying if i didn't post it:
If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.
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| do this! |
| 06.01.04 (3:16 pm) [edit] |
THIS IS A SURVEY WITH A TWIST - YOU fill in the blanks about ME and send
it back to ME. But FIRST, post a BLANK one so all your
friends, including ME, can return the favor to YOU.
1. My name:
2. Where did we meet?
3. Take a stab at my middle name:
4. How long have you known me?
5. When is the last time we saw each other?
6. Do I smoke?
7. Do I believe in God?
8. When you first saw me what was your impression?
9. Month of my Birthday?
10. Color hair?
11. Color eyes?
12. Do I have any siblings?
13. What is my favorite number?
14. What is my favorite color?
15. What's one of my favorite things to do outdoors?
16. What's one of my favorite things to do indoors?
17. Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you?
18. What's my favorite type of music?
19. What is the best feature about me?
20. Am I shy or outgoing?
21. Would you say I am funny ha ha or funny sarcastic?
22. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?
23. Would you consider me a friend, an acquaintance, or a good
friend?
24. Would you call me preppy, slutty, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam,
nerdy, snobby, or something else?
25. Have you ever seen me cry?
26. If there were one good nickname for me what would it be?
27. Are my parents still together?
28. If I had broccoli stuck in my teeth would you tell me?
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| i had something to write, i swear... |
| 05.31.04 (9:56 pm) [edit] |
oh yeah! ok, so everyone's naming their cars, and being a sheep, i will too. (yes, if everyone was going to jump off a bridge, i'd probably do that, too)
my car's name is... dun dun dun: DEXTER!
k. there ya go.
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| 2 things... |
| 05.28.04 (6:57 pm) [edit] |
1. Shane found this, not that he wasn't supposed to or anything. That's somewhat embarrassing, since I talk about him all the time, being a psychotic-obsessive stalker. Don't feel bad, Shane!
2. My t-blog made it onto Lloyd's links! CRAZY! I feel special now, on its behalf. If it had feelings, it'd feel special for itself.
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| prom |
| 05.24.04 (3:51 pm) [edit] |
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so, prom... yay. yeah.
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| ok, so i lied |
| 05.20.04 (6:31 am) [edit] |
i'm not gonna start the letter thing until i get i get all of the other things i have to do taken care of... and (sorry) i'm gonna be disgusting again.
so, shane's mom came over yesterday. she was really nice, but that's to be expected when you meet someone for the first time, right? i feel bad because i looked like total crap yesterday. i was wearing baggy clothes and my hair looked bad. see, most people would think this wouldn't matter, especially if its someone else's mom, but oh how it does. if she's anything like my mom (which we already know she is), when she doesn't have much to go on, she probably tends to judge people by how presentable they are, and yesterday, i wasn't very. i look nice (in a moms-would-like-me kind of way) today, though. darn. maybe i'll just happen to see her somewhere and i'l wave and she'll think "oh, look! that's stevie. she looks nicer today. i forgive her for looking bad yesterday."
ok, since this has go9tten almost to the point of senseless babbling, i'd better excuse myself. bye.
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| ew |
| 05.12.04 (5:53 pm) [edit] |
my past 3 posts were about shane. disgusting! never let me do that again.
anyway, my trusty blog is back up. while trying to decide whether to switch back to Rice Pot or to continue with this here tblog, i came up with an interesting idea. i was thinking that maybe i could choose one person every day to write a letter to, but instead of delivering the letter to them, I would make it public, here. The letter could bo addressed to someone I see often, or maybe someone I barely know. That way, my thoughts could be read from a different standpoint every day and i wouldn't have to worry about writing with a bias toward a certain group of friends or readers. leave comments. tell me what ya think. EVERYONE. (why does no one listen to me when i use the word "everyone?" either you're not listening, or you're lying when you say that you read this)
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| sooo... |
| 05.10.04 (6:08 pm) [edit] |
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shane kinda made me feel bad today, but it was partially my fault (as it often is). he kept talking about how the whole sign thing wasn't his idea and how he was forced into it. that didn't make me feel too good. i guess i did a really bad job of showing that i really did like it, and that i liked it because he did it, not necessarily because of what he did. we're both kinda scared to show any kind of affection for each other because we don't know how the other person will take it, so i really appreciate anything he does because whatever it is, i wouldn't have had the guts to do it. oh well.. hope things get better.
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| ok, so the story.... |
| 05.10.04 (7:15 am) [edit] |
Shane and Marion came to see Grease on Saturday. During curtain call, I walked out of the little door thing and there was Shane in the audience, with Marion on one side and my cousin Jeff on the other, holding a sign that said, "Stevie will you go to prom with me?" I was just staring at it and marion had to remind me to nod my head from the stage. Later, people I don't even know hugged me and said "awww." That was scary. Then, Shane came out of the theater and gave me flowers and the sign :-). We just stood and talked to people for a while, and Shane and i, like, hugged compulsively (Marion was disgusted... i don't blame her). Anyway, yay. That was... crazy. It reminded me of one of those teenage romance movies. The weirdest thing is how happy it made me. As many of you know, I'm not really one for sweet or romantic things. It usually makes me uncomfortable... or sick. haha.
bad thing: now lots of girls hate me. I wish they wouldn't. I don't think anyone has ever really disliked me much, apart from close friends (as weird as that sounds). Stupid shane. why does he have to be so good looking? it just causes problems.
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| ...wow |
| 05.09.04 (8:49 am) [edit] |
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shane's the greatest. :oops: :D
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| this week |
| 05.08.04 (10:50 am) [edit] |
i thought this week would never end... but then again there are still a couple of days left until next week begins. wanna know about my week? i'm sure you do.
monday- first real day back after a week of STAR testing and no class... I missed 3 periods of it for Grease rehearsal
tuesday- PBWC (Professional Busines Women of California) conference for Girl Scouts. left that early for Grease rehearsal.
wednesday- AP Calculus Exam from 1st-6th periods. Grease performance/dress rehearsal for the middle schoolers
thursday- physics test, spanish presentation, opening night, my first day back in math class for almost 2 weeks
friday- doctor's appointment, show, party which i decided not to go to
tonight- performance after hours of studying for monday's AP Physics, IHOP afterward
tomorrow- early performance, cast pictures, saying goodbye to people (seniors I met during Grease) that i'll probably never see again
then, start next week off with an AP test, and it all goes uphill from there :)
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| Grease |
| 05.05.04 (6:48 am) [edit] |
first performance is today... it's not technically opening night, but the middle schoolers and teachers are coming to watch us. scary, cause we've never had a complete dress rehearsal before. i don't know how to do makeup. i guess i'll have to learn today.
ok, obviously, i'm in denial. i should be writing about how I have an AP test in 1/2 an hour, not about Grease. must go feed my brain.
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| 05.02.04 (3:58 pm) [edit] |
being grounded has never really bothered me until today. my mom's been bugging me to do homework and reminding me that i've been in trouble all day and all i've wanted to do is mope and sleep, but i was really looking forward to escaping. at some points in the past few days, i've just thought "screw it" and wanted to give in to the moping and just absorb the reminders of how much of a let-down i am to my mom, but i kept reminding myself that i had promised a friend that i would find a way sneak out and that we'd have a fun day together. i just called her... no chance of that.
this probably sounds like a pity-grabbing entry. maybe it is. i don't know whether it is or not, but if so, so what? everyone feels a little sorry for themselves once in a while.
anyway, the whole time i was on the phone, i was trying to decide whether i'd rather listen to a few of the best of my friends having fun out of my reach or just hang up and be alone. I talked to them for a while, but when it seemed like they were getting annoyed of my on-the-phone presence (i know they weren't really getting annoyed of ME, at least some of them, but having to talk to someone on the phone when you're with live people is certainly a burden), i let them go.
i guess i'd better do homework now. bye.
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| do this. EVERYONE. and that means everyone. |
| 04.30.04 (6:27 am) [edit] |
1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger, weaker, or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your livejournal and see what I say about you?
21. Who'd you get this from?
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| crap |
| 04.26.04 (7:00 pm) [edit] |
so... today was weird. it was kinda fun, kinda boring, and kinda sucky... the "sucky" and the "boring" were due to my apathy today. i did... nothing. jenny asked if there would be chicken, so i agreed. then joan told me to ride to chicken with her in her loaner car, so i agreed. then jenny asked if we could just go to BK instead of Tap, so i agreed and told joan. Then joan wanted to go to Fremont, so i agreed and we kinda left Jenny, Marion, and Jess at BK. now that i think about it, that was a really shitty thing to do, but i wasn't thinking at the time, i was just agreeing. oops. i would apologize, but as i was thinking earlier (and was reinforced by marion's xanga), apologizing is bullshit, so instead, i'll promise to think more and agree less next time. then, instead of calling my parents when i was supposed to, i did... nothing. and i didn't apologize because a lack of apology is better than an insincere apology, and i didn't think that i really had any sincerity in me at the moment.
okay, now for the "fun:" marion, phuong, kayla, and matt came over this morning. yay! i like visitors, although that was a lot of people in my small house. i finished my STAR test early and started reading "Angels & Demons." It's fascinating, so far. Then, talked to joan on the phone for a while. After school, went to the locker and talked to people. I felt kinda bad, though, 'cause "The Guy" seemed to be making an effort to talk to me, and even though I really wanted to talk to him, i don't think i seemed very enthusiastic. Anyway, had a jolly good time with joan in Fremont at jamba juice, boston market, and the library. grease practice went well. yay. the end.
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| here's a thing |
| 04.19.04 (5:19 pm) [edit] |
henry got this from anthony, who got it from yvonne, but i couldn't think of questions to ask any of them, so i din't. that was horrible of me. NO ONE be like me, please. do it.
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.
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| whoo! |
| 04.19.04 (5:04 pm) [edit] |
surprisingly, spring break really did serve its purpose. i feared going back to school today because i felt that i'd just wasted the week off, ending it still tired and without having dented the load of studying and homework that i should've done. i figured that i'd get back to school, be even more behind than before, and dig myself into an impossible hole.
well, I went to school (which i'd seriously considered not doing), and my day went as follows:
English: turned in the homework from before the break... yay! participated in class and got points... yay! finished tonight';s homework before school ended... yay!
Physics: ms. finks is going to accept my extra credit work and i even have tonight to finish it... yay! i understood the notes today a lot more than usual... yay!
Forensics: nothing... yay!
Math: the extra credit that i didn't do wasn't due yet... yay!
History: the rough draft that i didn't do was extended a day... yay!
Spanish: we have no homework... yay!
i'd say that there were quite a few unexpected "yay!"s today. joy to me. not only that, but thursday and friday of this week are on shortened schedules, and next week is STAR testing, with minimum days every day. whoo!
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| OOOOOH! |
| 04.15.04 (8:57 pm) [edit] |
JENNY! I'M 81% PURE! WHAT NOW?
how did that happen? anyway... ha!
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| from lloyd... |
| 04.15.04 (10:17 am) [edit] |
"The boardinghouse was a white, three-story building with pink shutters and lots of tiny colored-glass windows."
from The Solitaire Mystery, by Jostein Gaarder
- Grab the nearest book.
- Open the book to page 23.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the sentence in your weblog along with these instructions.
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| rrrrr |
| 04.14.04 (12:28 am) [edit] |
rrrrrr.....
that's all i really have to say.
freaking chicken-ness.
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| wtf?! |
| 04.10.04 (9:41 am) [edit] |
just watched matchstick men. at the end, i couldn't stop crying.... not that little tear that rolls down your face during movies, I mean full out waterfalls coming out of my face. something must be wrong with me. i'm broken. i've cried for little to no reason 3 1/2 times in the past 3 days. (the 1/2 a time is because i nearly cried twice yesterday, so I figure those together get counted as half)
oy... i'm leaking. please help me.
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| this is weird... |
| 04.09.04 (6:39 pm) [edit] |
I've never written about something like this in a blog before, but I feel like I have to get it out right now...
Ok, here's some of the background story: there's this guy (there's ALWAYS a guy... lol j/k). i will henceforth refer to him as "The Guy." I've liked this guy for quite some time and a few months ago, I found out that he likes me, too. We aren't dating or anything just because niether of us ever felt comfortable "making a move." chickens, I know.
anyway, when we're in a big group of our friends, The Guy and I tend to stay away from each other. dunno why he does it, but I stay away from him 'cause i don't wanna make him uncomfortable. i figure if he wants to come talk to me, he will.
i'm kinda getting tired of this whole situation, but it would be completely against my nature to talk to him about it, and i probably wou;dn't be able to bring myself to do it anyway. rrrgh. now, we're on spring break, and unless i take the initiative and call him, i'm not gonna see him for a week.... blah. i sound like such a girl. gonna go now.
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| i feel obligated to write |
| 04.08.04 (6:11 pm) [edit] |
there's a lot on my mind, and i haven't quite sorted it out. I wish I had more time to think about life, and what I want to do with mine. I try to be safe and be a little bit of everyuthing, just in case it turns out that that's the way to go.
to be continued...
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| ok |
| 04.03.04 (5:27 pm) [edit] |
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by a vote of 1 to 0, I have started "Quizzes, yo.," my new blog for quizzes only... but just because it only has quizzes on it doesn't mean you shouldn't read it. ooh... maybe i'll make that one for quizzes AND surveys... or maybe i'll have another one just for surveys... bwahahaha. hooroar, father!
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