I find it ironic that I feel more stressed out now than I did during the school year. Which kind of sucks considering junior year hasn't started yet.
The only good part about this stress is that it actually makes me look forward to running. When you run, all your senses are attuned to the run. The mind is busy thinking up excuses to run less, the body is screaming in pain towards you to stop, and all you can focus on is whether or not you should do another schooler.
Ah...distractions.

I notice that my sentence isn't parallel; but screw SAT class, I bomb the tests there anyways.

So, I just spent about 15 minutes having an epic battle against rock hard plastic using scissors (which almost broke during the process) opening my graphing calculator.
I got a plastic cut.
And I still don't know how to use it.
Yay for games!

Once upon a time, there was an old Asian lady.
She sold pancakes on Sunday morning at the Temple City Park.
She wore a red apron and had an accent.
Later on those Sunday nights, she would gather underprivileged children at her home and teach them how to cook.
The end.

That story got me a 2.5 on the CAHSEE.
No gold card for me. :[

So, when you think about it, school is like a cross country or track race. You start off slow getting to know the teachers (or course......pun intended?), getting a feel for what your time is going to feel like. Then, you get off into the middle of it. You know you have halfway to go and you think "I have to do the equivalent of what I just did...again". It seems like forever, and you just want to quit. You reach that point where you feel like you can't deal with all the heat, exhaustion, and APs. You get over that soon enough, since years of hard-wiring by Asian parents to not give up (mostly in education...not sure if you can relate that to running). Then you reach that LAST mile or LAST lap or LAST semester (after AP's and college apps, and SAT's), and then it just flies by, and then its just that sprint to the end, forgetting everything that just happened before, just focused on that last stretch of time until you can just stop.

And then it's over.

But with a race, you feel like dying and curling up into a little ball, puking your guts out until you start cramping up and then you feel like dying again just to stop the pain.
While with the school year, you just have summer. :]

Random note: I totally ruined a yearbook last week, which just goes to show how incompetent I am with things dealing with art or folding or sticky things...or beautifying anything in general.

Well at least to me. I went on the high school website, too lazy to get up and find the schedule for tomorrow, and hoping to find it online. So, going on the official Temple City High website, decorated of course in the standard pastel green and yellow. I spotted the

2007-08 School Accountability Report Card

on the website, and it's quite interesting. If you go to page 11, you can see what percentage of different categorizations scored proficient in different subjects in the CST last year.
You can see that although girls did better in English...everything else we lost to the guys -_-.

And in the CAHSEE, 17,3% of the Asians did "not proficient", while in math only only 5.8% were in that category.

And people wonder where stereotypes come from.

If you want to see it for yourself: http://www.tcusd.net/schools/templecityhs/files/dep_menu_220.pdf

I had this whole rant dedicated to you.
But I know even if you ever saw it, you would think it was totally irrational, immature, melodramatic, and you would still stick to your point of thinking.
I know you'll never see this.

I had all these things to say to you, and I kept typing and erasing, but now I know, there are no words, no actions that can sum up how much I hate you.

You are now a stranger to me.

Just, fuck you.

Is it possible to accomplish nothing with a week of pure free time?
If you're a teenager (or unemployed) the answer to that question is YES, YES IT IS!

So yeah, I've pretty much accomplished nothing this spring break, but I have learned that:
1. The way to piss off frozen yogurt cashier ladies is to pay only in change, not mostly in quarters, but the majority in pennies and nickels, all while trying not to laugh at their impatience. (not advised to do anywhere else, only because they can't spit into your yogurt without you spotting them...though at Tutti Frutti they might weigh that along with the yogurt too, but that's another story...)

2. There are ways of setting off your fire alarm in your house with just steam itself, something that I know now.

3. Beware of a homeless lady on the side of the street next to the teacher parking lot. If you make eye contact with her, walk the other way because she might strip off her pants and start urinating on the side of the street as you pass by.

4. If returning to the same Korean restaurant two days later, make sure you actually tipped the first time around. Or at least wait a week for the waitress to forget your face (in this case, they can spit into your food)

None of this probably made sense to anyone, but yay for learning! (?)

Randomly searching through youtube, I saw the opening animation of a typical Disney film, a sweeping panaromic of a tungsten-tinted city, flying over glittering rivers and quaint houses until finally resting on a grand, stately castle as the orchestral theme reached the peak of its crescendo.

It depressed me, especially comparing it to this dusty wasteland that we call our hometown.

Nothing else much to say, except good job at the meet everybody.

So, being the usual internet creeper-lurker-stalker person that any one with the internet can now become, most of the these journal entries contain rantings. Which I have done in the past, it's just no one has read them.
But now, you, yes you, can also because an i c-l-s (internet cre- ...just refer back to the beginning), if I'm narcissistic enough to believe that people will read this.
What should I rant about?
I do have rantings, but not any I would like to share to the internet.
We'll see.
Something will come up. It always does

Edit: Since I do not have a rant for all my fans out there, this whole LJ thing reminded me of my rants that I used to do on the freshies back during cross country season. And I have to say (being in my narcissistic mood at the moment) that they were pretty damn funny, since I find demeaning people hy-larious.
So here you all go, a blast from the past (even though this past was only a few months ago)

"But seriously. SERIOUSLY. Do you really have to run for about 10 minutes, stop like a little bitch and then walk in the middle of where people are running, so they’re forced to go around you, making more work for us where you aren’t doing anything? Or, when you guys GROUP UP and walk together, having “tea parties” as Alex says and keep flirting with each other and discussing Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers or your last biggest find in the Hollister clearance section, the only place you shop because you can’t afford anywhere else nor are you creative enough to shop at any other store."

"Seriously, I saw one of you wearing denim shorts today while running. DENIM SHORTS. WTF. WHO THE HELL CAN RUN IN DENIM SHORTS? AND FREAKIN’ HOLLISTER BABY TEES. WHO RUNS IN HOLLISTER TEES?! SERIOUSLY WTF. NO ONE CARES HOW YOU DRESS UP TO RUN. And also, please do not wear low cut tanks to show off your non-exsistent cleavage over your size triple A bra. YOU HAVE NOTHING. WAIT UNTIL PUBERTY. And then dress up like a slut. Not while running though.

Because again,

NO ONE CARES HOW YOU LOOK LIKE WHEN YOU’RE RUNNING. By the end of a run, people are sweaty and tired and don’t give a crap how they look like. Much less how you look like, even though most likely you people didn’t even break out into a sweat, considering how most of you WALKED THE WHOLE DAMN TIME WITH YOUR FRIENDS, FLIRTING ABOUT."

"

Or the people who seem to not to be peturbed by their constant failures, and huffing and puffing through a race which they would easily drop out of if they had the chance (which some of them did). They seem to be blissfully unaware that the whole team looks at disdain among their pathetic times. They seem to be so proud of these pathetic averages, that other schools would spit on. Although, they have started working harder, you know stopping halfway through practice instead of 10 minutes into it.

Oh, and I also love it when they wear the shirt or proudly say “Yeah..I’m in it, fastest girl in my grade.” I love it because, it is HILARIOUS how they think that being fastest, with their time equal to that of an injured cow, limping through the course, is something to be proud of.

Sometimes, I feel like throwing up in my mouth when I realize that they have no shame whatsoever in their sheer laziness and disgusting display of assets of which they do not have."

This is for your BDL, Tiffany.