Post Thirty-Seven.

What is there that I can really say to make things right? Moreover, why does it always seem that we fight over the silliest of things. By George, you two... untuck your dicks from your waistbands and be the better person here. Honestly, I love you two to death, but I don't understand why you lot can't agree on such a little thing. A bit trivial, if you ask me. It's freaking trick-or-treating, for Pete's sake. Okay, so... trick-or-treating is amazing. But, this is besides the point. We shouldn't be arguing over who gets to go with us. You lot work it out and get back to me when you can agree.

In other news, I'm really digging the new Rise Against CD. Thank youuu, Chad, for sending it to me. Haha... no such thing as bad Rise Against. Maybe it's just me, but... Tim McIlrath's voice is freaking awesome.

Except for you and me, love
Everyone is the same,
We know, we know, we know, we know
But if to live, we have to be numb
I'd rather know the pain,
I'd rather know, I'd rather know
This happens almost never
But it happened once to me
And this will never be same
The ends we seam together

I'm not after fame and fortune
I'm after you
When I've served my time I swear I
will come back for you

As their castles crumble slowly
We watch them fall
The crown slips from heads unworthy
Right on to ours, but I'm after you

Post Thirty-Six.

What to say... what to say?

Well, the quarter ended Friday. Jeeze, half of half of the school year is already over. It's gone by way too fast... I'm starting to feel old. Quite very old, to be honest. Junior. A fuggin' Junior. What the hell? It feels like Freshman year was only a few days ago. Where has time gone?

I think I need to start going to bed at 10 again, just so I'm not as sleepy. Don't get me wrong, I get up for school just fine. It just might benefit me getting 8 hours of sleep. To hell with it. We all know that's not going to happen. Sleep is overrated any who!

This weekend was fun. Us lot (Double J, K, and A) watched a movie and played DDR/Sing Star on Friday. Then, Saturday we went to M@TM. So, the usual awesome stuff all us awesome people do. But, let me tell you something you probably already know. Most, if not all, Asians are tone deaf. My dad is. My aunts are. My grandparents are. It runs in the family. So, o'course, I am. But, I'm not the typical Asian, I'd say. 'Cos, I don't very much like kareoke. Why? 'Cos I don't wanna torture others. xD But, Korie finally cracked me and I sang with her. Awfully, but I still managed to do it. Kudos a mi. Overall, I enjoyed myself very much.

Friday is Halloween. Who's ready? I sure as hell know I am. I'mma be one of those people that are fuggin' dressing up and going trick-or-treating until I'm in the grave. 'Cos I'm ace like that. Don't be jealous. I know you want this. Kidding, kidding. I still have to put together my costume still... it's between:

• The Mad Hatter
• A Scene Kid
• My old White Mage Costume
• Some black velvety dress robe thingy I have
• A Hogwarts student

Oh, the choices.

Post Thirty-Five.

Jeeze. So much has been going on lately...

I hate having loads of things to do. It's soooooooooo bleh; awful. But, hey... whatever. I'll live, eh?
Life is pretty good right now. =]

Relatives over is defo not ace. They keep doing that relative thing where they pick at all the stuff you don't do... all your mess ups. wth.

Relatives are supposed to LOVE YOU.
Jeeze... so lame.

Post Thirty-Four.

I don't even know what to do with myself anymore.


Everyone is leaving me behind.

Post Thirty-Three.

One day, I'm going to end up crazy. I already know I'll most likely have memory loss. And that's if I don't die from a heart attack or something.

Oh, joy. I can't wait. I'mma be an amazing old person. My great-grand children will always wanna chill with me. Cuz we be str8t up G, son. Remind me to never do that again.

It seems I'm always staying up a bit late. Honestly, I've always been like this. I have the worst trouble getting to sleep. Ever since I was real little... Oh, well. No one needs sleep anywho.

I remember ages ago when I wanted to be all sorts of things when I grew up. I think the pink power ranger and a Spice girl top the list.

I'm rambling. Going of on a tangent, if I do say so myself. Don't blame me, I blame my mind. It's on on it's own little track.

Bleh. There are many things I could say, but they most likely won't make sense. I missed out again. What is this? The third night. Oh well. Whatever, I either do or don't. I can't even think these days. Must be the tap water.

I'll do it tomorrow, if I feel in the mood. If not, forget it. Ugggh. Being a girl sucks.

Before I forget, Jessica got one of those EasyCurves things. And I used it just for fun... oh jeeze, it was hilarious. They really do move.