White shirts and chocolate fountains

I arrived at a sweet 16 that had all sorts of sweets and a towering chocolate fountain. Of course, I had worn a white tshirt and the rest is history. I had the most awkward chcolate stain on me for the rest of the night. My first reaction, "Aw man this is a new shirt! Does anyone have some tide to go?" but no one did...so I stood there, ashamed. Wishing that one day I wont be that bad luck chuck who gets chocolate on her white shirt. One day...one day... On a better note I got the stain out!

Don't Blink While You Read This...

My eye hurts a lot when I blink. I don't know why or how or what. But feel my pain and try not to blink.

I honestly don't want to go to school on Monday because I know what awaits me. First, I'll have a horrible AP US test in which Chloe will indubitably get a higher score than me. I hope we don't write the essay on the same day or it won't work. I can't do both....

Then, I'll have Pereira where I'll turn in my procrastinated project, which will be horribly done. With not having a printer, all my stuff will have to be drawn by hand, which is fine, but I'm going to Reno, so I'm not gonna have much time for anything....

Sixth period is Journalism....

Wecky's class is after.

Bleh, I hope spending time with my sophs after school will allow me to breathe and just have a lil' bit of fun before Luis has to go to Texas and I have to prepare for my blue day.

Oh my. Mondays.... I wish I had the life my dog has. All she does is sleep.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I wish I could take a freakin' vacation already. Sometimes I wonder if our principal reads these.  Bet he doesn't. Why not though? I mean, sure he has a lot to do, but if he wants to get in touch with the students of Rocklin High, then he should read this. Make a lasting connection Mr. Bills!

Sometimes I worry. A lot. Even though I don't try to stress myself out, things nag at my conscience and mind and it keeps replaying itself. Like past conversations that I had that struck me will ultimately be a broken record in my head and I'll even find myself repeating it out loud. It sucks. Anyways, Mr. Victor, my old seventh grade teacher. HE IS AN AMAZING PERSON and a wise teacher. I remember when he'd yell at us when we were too loud and would throw little basketballs around the room to get our attention. I visited him yesterday with an old companion, Julia. I'm sad to think that little kids are disrespecting him more and more these days. He doesn't deserve it. And by all means, the kids of tomorrow are in a place where they are constantly spoiled and not really given a standard for themselves. People will ask, "Well, why don't we just become a private school then if this is so bad?" And I'll tell you that I don't want conformity (I think it's gross) and I want somebody to do something out-of-the-box, but still, there should be a bar.... Stupid little kids always try and say something that makes them seem like they are super bad and ghetto, but no. Just no.

Sometimes I wonder why people like to be competitive for the wrong things. Like say you got a 45% on your test. Horrible, right? You turn to your friend and tell them the news. They say, "Well, I got a 23%." You know what I'm talking about right? And I just wonder why people and friends out-do each other, but in a bad way. They make it seem as if they're cooler if they do worse. I know it's not for making you feel better because of the way they say it. It makes me wonder about the world....

Sometimes I wish the smart people would shut up. There's this one girl (won't say her name) and she was constantly talking about how nervous she was for an AP test. This girl gets straight A's, has many APs, and sets the curve for the tests. And she makes it seem as if she doesn't know anything. It makes me angry because I feel as if it helps her self-esteem in some complex mental gymnastics.

Sometimes I wish I could do something for the world.
Just sometimes.

Mornings With Juli

So yep. I'm kinda bored right now. I should be getting ready for this laborious day ahead of me, but let's face it:  I don't wanna.

I don't want to go to AP Psych as I know where the conversation will steer.... Let's just say that sex conversations are boring. Sometimes I wish I could tell some people in my class to ask Mr. Google (not that Sturgeon isn't like Google), but Sturgeon's time is precious. That AP test ain't gonna change it's date. And if all I'm learning about is stuff from sixth grade and sophomore family life, then I'm gonna start tuning out. Silver day is so much ahead of us...it kinda sucks.

Anyways, I'm really happy to see that people like my little opinion about the dress code. Having been personally complimented by the admin, I must say that was a happiness-booster. :)

What's not a happiness-booster:  I don't think I did my homework....

Short Paragraphs About My Life

The following are random short sentence/paragraphs about my life. They don't have anything to do with each other. They're just snapshots.

Uh, Juli? I'm coming over on your birthday...So I'd prefer it if it was just us because then we can do whatever the heck we want, instead of keeping decorum. I say we go do some crazy things that give us bad karma for your birthday. You like?

MULTICULTURAL CLUB MEETING TOMORROW! BE THERE!

I've done a lot of productive things recently, but it stresses me out a lot too that someday I will drown in all of them (someday meaning right now) and die.

Crash! And Burn! Crash crash! And burn! That is how I feel about the Speech and Debate tournament coming up. My piece is crack and is cracked.....CRACKED LIKE MY BRAIN.

Rahul keeps caling me gatita and being lame and he should just leave me alone except for when I need food/love.

MASON! YOU DO SO MUCH! HOW CAN I THANK YOU? I'll have to have a Thank-You-Mason day.

Shelby Boyajan is cute and energetic, and that makes me feel happy when I see her. So is T.Schoultz. Man, I wish I were young again.

I'm really tired and I don't eat or sleep very much, but I feel productive and like I am achieving as much as I can right now. If I were an economy, I would be a command economy.

Do you ever wonder about the past? I wonder if any of the philosophers ever had insights about the future, things similar to 1984 and A Brave New World.

I really like six of my classes...the other two are annoying slightly because I feel unproductive in there.

The Flash has my heart. And soul. You know what else does? Everything. But the Flash, I'll never forget!

I love all my activities, and that worries me because I wonder when I will ever be able to drop anything? I want to do everything I love and I love everything.

You know, my social life is sorta dead. I get asked out or get asked to hang out and I never go because I have too much work to do, and sometimes that worries me because I am forgoing many teenage experiences for adult experiences. I prefer board meetings to beach days...Because I like wearing suits.

Someday I'll dry clean my suit jacket. Someday.

You know what's beautiful? When people can be genuinely passionate about something, and that makes me smile and wish I could freeze that emotion they have forever so I could put it in my pocket. Instant inspiration.

I love my life.
And that's why I keep going.

Sitting High in SF

So this past weekend while most of you were going to homecoming, I was in San Francisco. It was legit! I went with my youth group from church and my boyfriend also came so it was just a good time. Anyways so we had to walk to this mexican place for dinner. So I have this tall friend, Jerry, who is like 6' 6" pushing 6' 7" and I am only 5' 3." Now over the summer we went to this missions trip and Jerry and I were painting and at one point I had to get on his shoulders to paint the top of the walls since we  did not have an adequate ladder. So as we were walking I thought to myself, hmm wouldn't it  be cool if I could ride on Jerry's shoulders on the way to dinner through the streets of SF? So I got on Jerry's shoulders with his permission of course. And I just chilled up there dodging trees and street signs. It was AWESOME! And you'd think people in SF would be used to seeing weird things but I guess Jerry was just too tall for them that they couldn't help but stare. Not going to lie I felt so empowered being the short person I am. I felt like I was on top of the world, man! I mean I could pretty much see anything!! Okay, so that was one of the amazing adventures I had.

Common Interests

For the past couple of weeks, I found myself being less and less involved in my friends activities and discussions. I have two groups of friends and each one is entirely different from the other. One discusses classes and school, while the other one talks about life and movies and, well, other really fun stuff including anime and math. 

Usually, I sit with the group that talks about life, because they are more involved in their conversations and they bring random topics in to freshen the atmosphere. Today, however, I sat with the other group, and although it wasn't awkward at all, I still felt like we weren't having that much of a conversation and I was tempted to go back to the other group. But then the BAM came. Literally. Okay, well, nothing physically went BAM, but it was a mental one.

This group doesn't normally chat about the fun stuff, but at about lunch time, we started discussing TV shows and episodes quite quickly. I found that 3 of my friends had now started watching one of my favorite show, BONES, as well as some ABC Family shows that had gotten canceled over the summer. With this being our catalyst in conversations, we immediately bonded again, discussing what we liked about the shows, our reasons for it, where it last went off of, why the characters did this and that... etc. I was freakin happy!!! For once, I got to feel like a kid again, discussing the stupid and fun things in life. Yeah, I just said that. I haven't felt like a kid in so long, and for me to just be able to sit back and have a conversation of pure "fluff" was the most amazing thing to me. 

I know where I am sitting from now on in my lunch time :)

QUE LIO!

OMG. WHY?! WHY? Anybody wanna tell me why it is that everybody gots to have somethin' goin' on during my birthday weekend? Luis and Antonia are gonna be in Texas, Luis has a wedding that day, David and Daniel don't wanna surprise me, my bro be movin' to Arizona... WHAT A MESS!

This totally sucks. The only weekend that my birthday shows up on is the day that everybody is just like, "Nope. I have something to do." It makes my heart ache.... :( Sad panda.

Apparently, I look like Luis. How? I have no idea. First off, Luis ain't Asian, he's like a thousand shades darker than I am, and yea... It doesn't make sense to me. If it's not that, then I get mistaken for being his girlfriend since I'm always just kinda there... I dunno anymore.

Oh story-time. Yesterday I had to get pizza. So an Indian family walks in right before me. And the worker gives them a dirty look the ENTIRE time. I was thinking, obviously someone has a problem. Not only that, but she freakin' gives them an attitude. I really wish I could just tell her to get off her stoopid high horse because she works at a pizza place. (Not that I'm sayin' that job sucks or anything). Even when I was ordering, she still was staring at the family. And then she gave me an attitude as well. What is this girl's problem? This town's big enough for more than just YOU.

Thank you Patrick for getting me hooked on phonics. Haha, just kiddin'. However, I did get hooked on Starbucks. This time for reals. I had it two days in a row and today I didn't get it, so now I'm all kinda jittery and am REALLY CRAVING FOR WHATEVER THEY MADE FOR ME. Oh, so delicious.

I tried killing a bug this morning. It had ninja reflexes. It was in-between the cracks in the sidewalk and then it would walk out. Just when my foot slams on the ground, it somehow manages to creep back in the crack. (I tried to kill it because I was afraid it would follow me back into my house. Haha, yes, I have those thoughts.)

Somebody. Please. Spend your Saturday, October 6, with me, in celebeartion (haha to random allusions) of my sweet seventeenth birthday. Totally not having a birthday party. Willing to move it to Sunday or Friday. I just need something to do. I have no life.

Cant Think of a Title: Title.

     Do not want to do my homework right now. I have this assignment from english and its very very boring and (to me) does not seem related to english language arts class.
     Its a 50 point assignment though for some reason. So i guess I must put in a good amount of effort.

     Fantastic.

Solar Energy

I'm writing a bill on requiring solar panels on schools in the nation and look what I found! So ironic, I actually wish my bill was really passed. I want to have a solarbration!

OH JOY. (Sarcasm)

     Its that time of year again. (for me at least.) I've come down with the so-called 'common cold.' Except that my common cold goes exactly like this:
     Symptom #1: Random excessively dry throat
     Symptom #2: Stuffy nose
     Symptom #3: Small cough every now and then
     Symptom #4: Dry throat continues as stuffy nose and cough get worse by the minute
     Symptom #5: CONGRATS. YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY SICK. This is about the time where in a few days, I get my seasonal bronchitis. ): I've already coughed about 8 times while typing this short blog. :P
     Meh.

Dennis...OH DENNIS

Oh, Dennis. I had to watch a nice little video about a human dissection. Don't worry, Dennis was a live model. And a model he was. I swear, this guy was bulging with muscles. Out of nowhere more muscles would just pop out. It scared me, quite honestly. The only thing was...Dennis was nude. And this freaks me out now because I know someone who's named Dennis. Crazy crazy shtuff.

What do I have to talk about? Nothing really.

I feel like something is going to go down at Homecoming. And to be completely honest, I won't be sad if it's stopped for whatever reason. I'm extremely tired (this, 8:39 p.m., is past my bed-time!) so I'm just sittin' here not really making an argument for anything. But still, I would be totally fine if the dance was stopped. That means I could sleep. And sleep for me is like drinking water for others. It's necessary and if you don't have it, you go crazy and/or have some weird side effects. For some reason, the skin around my eyes are always dark, even if I sleep for 16 hours. So I dunno what's going on.... Just stopped eating my raw cookie dough. It was delicious, but I realize that I have fridge-burned my cookies to the point where they just taste weird. I need a lil' bit of humor in my life. Someone, please tell me a joke. A good one. And you can tell if it's bad or not because of my laugh.

Oh, I get to take a test to see whether I have a male or female brain. I guess I have both, but more leaning towards the guys side just because I'm chill like that. SO NOT READY FOR TOMORROW. If you see me, then please, don't comment on me wearing a dress or having eyeliner on. I'll tell you right now, I won't be pleased because sweats aren't "formal dress."

STRESSING!

So right now in my life I am extremely stressed! I have so much stuff to do for school and am going to have a stroke. First off, the main thing that is killing me is that I have a presentation in English that is next week. I am so scared. I get stage fright so presentations are not fun for me. I want to go on the first day though so I can get it over with because I have realized the stress just builds if I have to wait and watch everyone else present. So the less people I have to watch present the better. Also, I have a "bill" due in AP Government. I do not even know what my bill topic is going to be because we pick them next class. But then they are due the class after that! How am I suppose to do a bill and prepare a speech on it in that amount of time? I mean we have a weekend but I am going to be gone and probably won't have time to do it. And finally I have an AP Physics test. I will probably fail.

On a side note, I do not know if you all know this but tomorrow morning the space shuttle is flying extremely low over the Sacramento capital. My mom wants to take me. But, this means I will miss first period tomorrow. First period is AP US history. We do a mini quiz and lecture and notes every class. I do not think it will be extremely hard to make up, but I hate being behind and it is also just more stuff on my plate. (Sigh) After these projects and tests and make up work are over, my teachers better give me a break. I highly doubt they will, but I can always hope. Maybe it is just me who is stressing myself out. Whatever it is, it needs to stop.

On a lighter note I'm going to SF this weekend. Super stoked, man.

Stop harassing me!

We're not dating!

My life is starting to pile up unbearably. I haven't gotten home till around 8:45 every night for a while, and it's starting to really grate on my nerves. I can't remember the last time I actually sat down and ate food that my family made together. Too much takeout, too much random eating, too much.It's just, life's really starting to go full force, and though I love all I am achieving, I feel like I'm slightly losing it. Just getting a little bit mental, wooooohoooo! The Flash needs to get done ASAP...It stresses me out that everyone thinks Rahul and I are dating because we're not, and it's a damper on our friendship a little bit. You know what I really hate? BOOK CENSORSHIP! And physics. But I do like money, and achievement, and reading, and my friends, and awards, and things that I feel are important. But I really wish that I could relax a little bit more. I think things will settle down soon, but I've thought that for a year and a half and it hasn't happened yet.


All in all, I'm just a stressed out Molotov cocktail girl.

Happy Me

     I've been in a good mood this whole week mostly. Thats pretty awesome, for anyone I mean. Including me. I had a great water polo game on Tuesday VS. Granite Bay (woot woot we won! the score was 10-5), and ive been getting really great grades so far. I almost have all A's. :D :D :D
     I should be doing homework, but we all know how that goes. haha. so i took a break and started to blog just in case i forget to do so later this week.
     Bye for now. :)

Speakin' Volumes

Gonna make this short. Congrats to Raha for makin' capitan (cap-ee-tawn) of Mock Trial! Whoo. After Mock Trial, I took Amanda to my house for the first time. Note:  I NEVER have anybody at my house, which I find nice and sad at the same time.

Anyways, I realized after this morning that I never clean my room... And Amanda was comin' over. See the dilemma. I have papers strewn everywhere. Clothes hangin' all over like they own the place, haha. Btw, does anyone every get my little references in blogs? I hope someone does so that I may converse with them.... But yea, maybe I should clean. Maybe.... I mean, I can find stuff, which is all I really need. I don't need some fancy hallway in my room. Perhaps, I could set up a system. Maybe I should just give up and keep goin'. Anyways, my room speaks volumes about me and that is:

You're so busy that you don't have time to clean your room!
 

I also received a nice little quote from Coach Mike about life. Something about 100%.... I just don't want to put it up because I know it'll be just re-worded awkwardly....

Wearing a Suit

So yesterday marked the latest of several occasions where, for some reason or the other, I've had to show up to school in a suit. I have to say, it's actually pretty fun. While a suit is somewhat uncomfortable, I usually prefer my appearance when I wear one to when when I'm not. Also, I feel like a president for a few hours.

Where Art Thy Niraj?

Yea, failed at the title. ANYWAYS, Juliette's post (see below) totally just made me a sad panda. I can't believe all my peeps from last year are flying away!

So here's a lil' remembrance for my alumni:
Niraj Amalkanti
Shilpa Amalkanti
Natalie Pinna
Brit Husmann
Ben (Benji) Scanlan
Brianna Leavell
Daniel Quinnell
Yasmine (Smeeny) Bouzid
Mika Blagg
Patrick Snyder (whom I didn't know until after he graduated)
and who can forget the all-knowing Shahriyar
and should I have forgotten someone, I didn't really forget you, you are somewhere in my heart, I just don't want to bring up mo' sadness:P. I'm only gonna write a nice message fo' some peeps because I'm hungry and I gots homework....

Niraj - Havin' never been able to say my real name, I must say I have my own inner fan club for this guy despite it. My voice will forever raise like 1000 times higher for when I yell your name when I see you! And everybody might look at me like a crazy person because I'M TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU and make it known to other people, but I don't care.... Come back from Berkeley please.

Brit - I hope you still read my blogs and laugh:D. You never wrote me a note filled with yo love, but one day I shall get it!

Smeeny - Crying every time you looked at me after the Senior Rally, I hope you'll realize that college is no bueno and will come back to me and Amanda! Say hi to Shilpa for meh.

Shilpa - I don't love Niraj more than you! I wrote this really nice letter and everychin, but you never got it...which defeats the purpose of a letter, but oh well.

Daniel - You'll get your cookies soon enough. Also, you look quite buff these days. :D

Anyways, nothing exciting really happened today. Except I was like going crazy this morning for no reason. I think it's because Jessie gave me something to think about, which I really didn't want to do this morning. Maybe... I dunno. Homecoming week. Oh joyous. I'm so excited *Read in my sarcastic voice.* Anyways, Happy Constitution Day, according to Amanda.

May you find happiness

So, I'm sitting in the library waiting for cross country to start and who just walked in? Shahriyar!!!!!! He's going around saying goodbye to everyone because he is leaving tomorrow for UCLA. It's so SAD! No longer will I get to hear him sing songs in Spanish! No longer will he educate us on how cliques are bad! No longer will he show up at practice at the randomest times. No! Because he will be like six hours away! All the wonderful alumni from last year will be gone by the end of this month. And who knows if I will every see them again!! :'(

Bye Shahriyar! And everyone else that is going away!

May you find happiness in your life!!

YEAH? WELL, YOUR NAILS ARE GROSS!

I used to bite my nails...a lot. A lot a lot. I've gotten lots of comments when I did. They were either:  "Grow that out! It's gross to bite it." or "Wow, I didn't know nails could be that short...." So I quit this last summer and haven't bitten on them at all. I HAVE, however, had them break quite a bit since they're brittle:(.

To my point, my nails have looked quite gorgeous lately. I've been super proud of myself for avoiding the temptation to bite them. On Friday, I got a reaction to my nails. THANKS TO MY FRIEND... He said, "EWWWWWWWW. YOUR NAILS ARE TOO LONG. YOU BETTER CUT THAT. IT'S GROSS HOW LONG THEY ARE!" That definitely helped my goal of keeping them long alright. Like 20 minutes ago, my thumb nail got torn. No bleeding, don't cha worry. (I'm trying to keep myself from like bawling because now it's an odd nail out). But now I have to start all over again. And you know what? Because my friend said that, I'm GONNA GROW 'EM LONGER THAN BEFORE! HEHE. TAKE THAT. Let me tell you this:  Don't tell me what length my nails should be...They are perfect compared to how they used to be. Also, don't point it out to me that one nail is shorter than the rest, I can see it CLEARLY, so don't break my heart.

You insult my nails, then be prepared.

Water Polo and Little Four Year Old Makin' "The Moves" On Me? 0.0

     For the last couple weeks, all it feels like I've been doing is water polo. Wake up in the morning, go to school, water polo, repeat. Not that its a bad thing, because I enjoy it a lot, but I'm always exhausted and never have anymore down time. This is my break from all of this crazy-ness.
     Friday and Saturday this week I've played three water polo games.
     Anyway I don't feel like anymore imput on that subject.
     Moving on.
     So yesterday, (Saturday again), I drove up to the Bay Area with my parents to celebrate my Uncles birthday in this place called Playland (Not At The Beach). Its some arcade or what not. Don't know why he had his birthday there, but I guess it was a YOLO moment. :p Besides that, my cousin's (who is 28), bestfriends four year old son came to the party also.
     He was so flippin' adorable! His name was Rocco and had brown hair with a little gelled-up mohawk in the front. He's only four and already a player! :O (Did i mention he had these huge blue eyes??) Such a sweet kid.
    It was the first time I'd ever met him, just so we're clear. Never seen him in my life.
    So I started chattin' with him while we were playing this bowling game, and he got to liking me. It would seem he had a lil crush on me or somethin' somethin'. He kept walkin' around with me and insisting on playing arcade games and all that. It was so fun. When my Mom went to talk to Rocco and asked to play a game with him, he's all like: "No I'm not talking to you. I wanna play games with my friend." I was like O.O he totally rejected my Mom! Hahahahah!
     Later that eventful evening he asked me to go in this haunted house thing. Before I could even say yes he commenced to holding my hand and taking me to the haunted house. I could have died! It was super cute! Rocco's mom was standing like three feet behind me when this happened and was laughing her butt off.
    All I could do was kinda blush and go along with it.
    Such a fun day. :D
    

WE'RE NOT DATING. And other news.

Dear friends,

Just killing/putting to rest some rumors floating around about me! DON'T BELIEVE WHAT PEOPLE SAY ABOUT ME.

I realized this week that about 3/5 of the school are secretly (or blatantly) shipping (slang for wishing that said persons were romantically interconnected) Rahul and I, and the other 2/5 don't know us. These people include students, alumni, people who don't go to RHS but I work with and RHS students communicate with, teachers (Oh my god...), lots of coaches, and assorted others. Pets, siblings, politicians, etc.

Oh, silly people. Raha and I are but the best of friends and not dating. So, although I appreciate the attention, you can stop make Amanda and Rahul 2013 signs.

But we are the best of friends, and luckily for you all, neither of us are worried enough to deal with this rumor directly, so we've gotten used to being coupled. Sort of like Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood. Everyone loves them together, but Harry belongs with Ginny, and Luna Lovegood is too fabulous for his The-Boy-Who-Lived act, so they're not going out and won't be. Sorry to crush the fandom! Though I will agree that Rahul and I are pretty fabulous best friends, and we'll post lots of pictures from HC.

Rahul, when you read this, know that I love you more than anyone so don't worry about people gossiping about us, and we're friends and we both know that, so it's not big deal! And stop allowing these rumors to continue!

On another note, life's been pretty good recently. I won a big award today from Assemblywoman Beth Gaines and that was cool. My self esteem will be up for a while, so if you want something, you should ask me now. It's like the stock market! SELL WHILE IT'S HIGH, PEOPLE! And I am #9 in my stocks which makes me happy as well. Anyway, hope your lives are beautiful, etc etc. Stay ordinary, you plebeians.

Love,

Amanda

Future America...Duh Dun Dunnnn

Sometimes, I wonder if people if have any sense these days. I understand everyone has their irrational moments (I have a lot), but I swear peeps, I fear for the future. People are lazy, too lazy, that's why like 2/3 of adults are obese. I know, I know, it sucks to move around. I HATE it when like the obese people on t.v. are like "Yea, I have a weight problem. Here's what I eat for breakfast...my whole fridge. I don't know why my weight is like this." I'm not a fat-hater, I like obese people, but if you really are going to eat pretty much your whole fridge for breakfast and going to complain, then yea, don't come to me. Then, it's worse when those same people tell the world that in order to support their eating habits, they do online stuff, which includes eating more. It depresses me.

Lately, the American Dream term has been tossed around in differ classes. Here's what I think. It's dead. Buried six-feet under-ground type dead. Yea, we like the nice, pretty, shiny stuff, but it's not gonna happen. I'm sorry to burst yo' bubble, but let's get a lil' realistic here.  You can want a new house and car (and most likely, you WILL get it here in Rocklin because I know some of you already have it), you may want to go to college, but let's face it. Everybody wants it. At what price? Carrying debt for the rest of yo' life? No thank you. Unless, of course, our parents pay for it. Then, most of us just won't care about that aspect and throw the responsibility onto someone else. We can dream all we want to get a nice job and go to Harvard to get that special degree, but we may not get a job in the end. That also depresses me.

If I'm going to live here, then I really need to see some improvement on something. Throw a dog a bone here. Students never really think about these things. We take pretty much everything we have for granted and never even mutter a "Thanks." This very thought makes me want to slam my forehead against the table. Whenever I borrow somebody else's newly updated calculator (I have a TI-73 instead of a TI-84 Plus Silver Edition, I type out "Thanks" on the screen to show them that I really am grateful. Weird, I know, but it's a nice gesture. Jeez, I should save this crap for Thanksgiving...

Anyways, I swear if generations keep showing more skin, if people keep getting fatter, if everybody keeps being more selfish and stupid, then I'm gonna feel the urge to go to China or Japan or some other country. Gonna live with my fellow peeps, hoping they have a right mind. Maybe I should be a translator. Maybe I should live in Canada. But then I get cold too easily...Hmm, dilemmas of the future. Or maybe I should go old school and build my own house in the forest and then make a scary movie from it. I really wish I could be a professional blogger and get some moneys from this. After all, my thoughts are worth more than what you gonna be payin' for college.

ARE YOU STILL TALKIN' BOUT THAT?

OK, I may have wrote a column about this crap, but this is nagging at my conscience. WHY IS EVERYBODY ALWAYS TALKIN' BOUT THE DRESS CODE. IT'S ALL I SEE, HEAR, TASTE! It's like "People, can we please have a REAL discussion here." While some guy (totally forgot who he was) came to talk about the whole school regulation, there was a 30 min. discussion on the dress code, and I sat in my chair giggling the whole time, thinking how stupid it is to whine about a dress code. Just dress properly people. It can't possibly this hard. I understand at times it may be unfair, but guess what? LIFE'S UNFAIR. So now I sit here rubbing my temples, trying to figure out how to get this out of my mind.

I think it's quite nice some people are trying to rally up support, but I'm sorry, IF YOU'RE GOING TO DRESS LIKE A STUPID SPOILED PRINCESS (I really don't mind guys, dress away since you don't even care), THEN EXPECT ME TO JUST SHAKE MY HEAD AND START MUTTERING TO MYSELF (I do that when I'm super angry about something and have nobody to be my rant vent). I'm not trying to tell you not rally up, go ahead, that's fine and all bubbles, but jeez people. There was the same problems for the past two years, but why didn't anybody say anything then? Just because you can't have tears in your jeans? GROW UP. SERIOUSLY. I'm about to lose my mind. If you have to feel paranoid about the whole thing, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, THAT'S NOT AN OUTFIT YOU SHOULD BE WEARING. I swear, sometimes, I wish I lived with people that have less pretty material things and more sense about the world. Oh wait... Our generation doesn't have much sense... What am I going to do? This topic shall definitely cause me to have an early Going-To-Be-Senioritis. I just can't take it. Man, I wish I wrote this for the Flash magazine!

News Values....Grrrrrr

I took the mini News Values quiz a couple days ago and i did not get a plesant grade.
....Don't wanna be in plus just because of a mini quiz!!!!!!! :O

Driving

I am supposed to have my liscense right now. Technically, I am supposed to have it in October or November, but whatever. I am not even close. Everyone else around me has theirs and I can't seem to get into the feel of even wanting to drive. I have had 2 lessons, and I still don't like it. I agree it's a more effiecent way to get around town, and hang out with friends and whatever but I still don't have the feeling of "AAHH I WANT TO DRIVE!!" I don't think I ever will either. Although, I do feel better knowing that there are people older than me who still don't want to get near a car to drive it.

Sweet 16th- Harry Potter style!

So my party was themed Harry Potter. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You  can say all you want how childish it may be, but it was amazing!!! Scene it, Harry Potter themed chocolate cake, and Harry Potter themed gifts. Oh my..... I was overwhelmed. Harry Potter has been my childhood and therefore, is a big part of me. When I finally got the idea for the party, I couldn't let it just simmer. For weeks, I would spew out references to Harry Potter at random to see who could spot them. I would reference Harry Potter at least 5 times a day and would use quotes throughout the day just to annoy my friends, who are still safely my friends today. Anyway, I got a cloak, wand, and the Deathly Hallows necklace. (I wear it everyday and I will never take it off.... yeah...... sad... but I LOVE IT!). So, my last big party, spent in a big way, was the best party I've been to yet. :P

The Words

So, last sunday I went to go see The Words. There are not enough words to explain how it connects to my emotions or how deep the message really goes. The MAIN story is focused on a man that stole a story, and has to live with the reprocussions of his choice. The little story beneath that is of a guilty man who threw away his life love for a story (the same story the other man stole) that helped him get over a pain. And THAT whole story (those two stories within each other) is within the main little story about an author that reads his book (The Words) and how he has to face the choice he presents in the book. He must then choose: Real Life or Ficitonal Life?

This movie spoke to me because it discussed the real fears that plague aspiring atuhors and teh confessions that come after the actions of desperate  people and their greedy wantings. I can safely say that this movie won't speak to people in a deep way if they aren't connected to it in the way the characters are, but it is still a movie wtih profound messages and emotions that run deep to anyone who watches it. I recommend this movie to ANYONE. It was truly excellent :) I want to go watch it again!

At Last!!

For the last few days, I have been unable to get onto the blog at school. I find this extremely annoying because last year, I could blog without difficulty AT school. This year, the school has somehow managed to block this blog website and it made it difficult because I would have a crazy story to tell, or idea to blog about and I COULDN'T DO IT!! You know how frustrating that is?? Well, if it was so interesting why did I forget it once I got home?? Because life gets in the way. yeah, lame excuse. But hey, life is life and it gets in the way. Anyway, I am just estatic to be able to blog AT SCHOOL AGAIN!!! Yeppie!!

Mmm, Nice Leg Hair Dude

So I really should be doing my homework for one of these days. Blue day, silver day, thunder day, oh my. Too much for Juli. Yes, I referred to myself in third person. What else is too much for me? Seeing a motorcyclist with basketball shorts on...That was a mistake to look. Oh, haha, his hairy legs were indeed very nice to witness as I look up and see him looking back at me, with his little helmet window thing up. Yes, beautiful eye contact... Anyways, I really question 1. why would a motorcyclist guy continue to have like a staring contest with me whilst driving 2. is that why basketball shorts were thought to be banned? I was like "Hello..." (if you can imagine the creepy voice for this, then THAT'S PERFECTO because I feel as if that's a voice you'll be able to haha about more with, if that makes sense). Ah man, anyways, I made a grown man feel awkward today while chattin' it up with my homie, Juliette. Yea, if you know me, I can do that to people. That's what I did to Liz today in Journalism. Ooh, man, I really should just have a videotape strapped to a hat or something and post it up here. Or I should make a Tweeter. But sometimes, I'm not all that hilarious or happy. Sometimes, like when the bell had rung and Raha made me drop all my shtuff on the computers, I just want to yell, "Ezekiel Jesus!" *I'm trying to not to say Jesus Christ too much this year, so I feel Ezekiel Jesus is better. Also, that's a reference to Aqua Teen Hunger Force, just in case you wonder about the things I say sometimes.* Oh shnap, I blogged longer than intended...Oh well.:D

Also, shall I not say it to you in person, happy whoo-hoo you're ____ years/days/months old birthday to:
Dani
Ang
David
All y'alls that has a birthday this week. Congrats, were all old. YAY. Especially Nichols, haha. But he probably skips over my blogs, so he won't know I'm talking about him! I'm totally kidding though Nichols (if you do read this), you're in the prime of your life! Go live it up!

This Can be Illegal

So I recently realized that my usual method of accessing the Flash blog occasionally fails on the school computers. So I did the next best thing: I googled the word "Blogger". As you can tell, that worked out. However, I did learn something interesting on the way. Apparently, if I type the wrong words into this box, I will be guilty of a 1st-degree felony. When Google returned to me the fruits of my inquiry, I did not notice at first the link that eventually brought me here. This is the headline that caught my eye: "Blogger who supported cop-killing is charged" This linked to a news article that explained that some Philadelphian had the bright idea to publicly support the murder of a police officer, and worse, call for the deaths of more. No, that is not protected by the First Amendment. Instead, it has resulted in charges the first degree felony of "solicitations to commit murder", as well as misdemeanor charges of terrorism and harassment. Be warned, fellow bloggers.

One of those days . . .

Today is one of those days. It's not exactly a bad day, but it's not good either. I guess it's one of those days where you just want to go home and question your existence on the planet. This is a new feeling for me because most the time I have a happy-go-lucky personality. To be honest, I'm a little confused on how to stop this feeling. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm probably feeling this way because one of my bestest friends is not here today so I haven't laughed as much as I'm supposed to.

Maybe I'm feeling this way because I didn't get to see my horse this morning before I left :'( which makes me sad. I always go out and say goodbye and give him a kiss before I leave but today I didn't have time. So, now I have to wait till 5:30 (after cross country) to see him. Sigh . . . I just want this school day to be over so I can go to cross country and talk to my little freshmen. They'll make my day brighter :)

Juli this ones for you

Hey Juli ! (Hope I spelled your name right, haha. :P)
I really met you first last year, from Mock Trial I think. But this year (so far lol), I have gotten to know you a lot better. You are so dang cool !!!!!! I hope you know. You always say that no one reads your blogs but I DO READ THEM! :D 'Cuz they make my day and my life lol.
You are such a cool cat. Ok that sounded cheesy. Oh well.
Anyway, don't worry about your Philtrum Mole, its all good lol.
No one except your mom will notice. >:D
I totally thought i had more to blog about but as I'm writing this sentence everything i was going to talk about is escaping me and flying off to some other crazy land. That was such a run-on sentence. haha. grammar nazi !! :O :D :D emoticons
This is my most unorganized blog ever!
Anyway, just thought i'd let you know that your awesome and cool.
See yaaaa!
p.s this is really funny that i'm writing this because your right behind me in journalism. teehee.
bye!

The Start of Football Season

Autumn is soon approaching and with that comes the beginning of Football Season.

 

Whether that refers to the NFL, NCAA, High School, or Pee-Wee Football, no one can deny that it is a big part of American society now-a-days.

 

On a Thursday, Sunday, or Monday you can catch my family in front of the TV watching the latest highlights and games of the week. September through February, I can guarantee you that as many as five Fantasy Football teams are running at once in my household. If the game can’t be watched, well, that’s the wonderful thing about TiVo these days; you can always watch it later.

 

With the start of football season, comes my parents’ yelling at the TV, a plentiful amount of trash talk between my families, and the ultimate Fantasy victor. 

 

As friendships and tough competitors are born, and records are broken, the scent of Football can be detected in the air, and as the great Vince Lombardi once said, "Gentlemen, this is football."

Philtrum Mole

Today, I had pre-Mock Trial practice with Raha (thanks for the lovely blog:D), Shelby-Boo, Manda, Char, and yea. So, after Char had left and Manda had disappeared off to somewhere else in Rocklin, Raha had noticed a certain something on my face...

Do you know what those lines above your upper lip connecting to your nose is called? Philtrum. Nice word, ain't it? Anyways, I have a mole smack-dab in the middle. It's always been there, but I guess nobody looks at somebody else's philtrum. So there it was:  my supposedly hidden mole was exposed. The secret spilled. Etc., etc. I thought it was quite amusing that nobody really notices it. Do they notice the other like four moles I gots? Do they? I like to think that my moles are like a graph and that's how I remember where they are. Cool story bro, I know.

What I'm trying to get at is that while this discussion happens, I see my mother outside Origins. After running out of the room and almost knocking a mother and baby over, I get outside asking her what she was doing there. Her first reaction is, "What's that above your lip?" I'm like, "It's my mole. It's always been there." She replies, "Really? Well, maybe it just got darker. We should go see a doctor about that." ...Oh yes. That's what happened. What makes people notice this? How could you NOT notice it before?

Oh, people. Oh, just for future reference, please do not park on the side of Origins and Thai whatever it's called. It's just not meant for anybody to park there. Maybe I'll talk about my mom driving into that little area tomorrow. Oh, wait. It's a blue day. Maybe I won't. I'll save it for Tuesday then.:D

Hi Julie

So I logged onto this thing and noticed that the bulk of the text on here was produced by Julie. So I decided that this blog needed a different perspective on her. So here it is. Julie is currently sitting about 6 feet away from me. Shelby's here too, by the way. She's complaining about someone who compared her to a dog. Typical Julie. It's ok. I don't think you look like a dog. Mostly. Just kidding.

Piece Of Cake! OBVIOUSLY NOT

Apparently, it's Friday. Today is the Quarry Bowl which I decided not to go to because I'm too damn tired! And because I'm so freakin' tired, I'm probably not going to be funny. Anyways, it's also my walking-home-buddy's birthday. So I said, "Let's go on an adventure!" He agreed thinking that I was going to buy some random crap (ex: eye drops and feminine products) for myself. Little did he know that I am a genius and have plans for things like buying cake.

So after school, we went to CVS. I said we shouldn't have because first of all, CVS ain't gots cake. Second, CVS "wasn't classy enough." Haha, nothing against CVS, but I was planning on going to Bel-Air. I saw the awesomely-priced soda and was so excited that I felt it'd go perfect with cake. As we stood in line, I pull out my nifty little plastic card and put it to my face whispering, "Please work, please work," as I never have any idea how much money I have in that thing. Luis looked at me, mortified that I have to wish to my card to work for me. (You know what's mortifying for me? When you walk up to somebody and they greet you by pulling up their leg up to their face because they're a dancer and therefore really flexible. It's worse when they wear shorts when doing this. It's awkward when they still say hi to you....) Either way, it worked and as we walked up the devil hill to get to Bel-Air, I started like half-dying because I was still wearing my new striped sweater (Only one person sang the striped sweater song to me. I'm kinda disappointed.) and didn't want to take it off because, well, I look good in that sweater. :D Trudging up the freakin' mountain they call a hill, Luis kept making me laugh, which made it harder to walk and breathe and made my more of my soul keel over and die.

Anyways, we get in Bel-Air sweated profusely and I sent Luis to go find a random object. As he walked away, I ran to the cake section, being watched by a creepy Bel-Air worker seriously just standing in front of the breads. Literally, that's what she did the entire time I was there. I'm starting to question Bel-Air.... But I got a random cake and took it to the worker that's supposed to write the saying on the cake. I told her to write "Happy Birthday" and "Don't be mad." Can ANYBODY tell me why it took her FRIGGIN like 20 minutes to write that? It's super simple, you put the frosting in the bag and the bag to the cake. I have to sum this up because I'm pissed off now and need my sleep. Luis saw the cake, debated with me, I ended up taking it home, and now my family is eating it. What is going on these days? My back hurts...

FRIDAY!!

Today is Friday!!! I love Friday so much. It's the end of the week and after my last class I'm always so relaxed and ready to go home and do what ever I want. Most likely sleep. Or read. Or watch TV. Or ride my horse. Really anything I do on the weekend is relaxing and fun. Except tomorrow, I have the first cross country race of the season and I'm running the Varsity race. The thing I like about races, is that it's really only 23 minutes of pain and asking yourself "Why! Why do I do this to myself!!" Then after you think, "that wasn't all that bad" and you return to practice the following Monday preparing to start the whole process over again. I'm kind of rambling now . . . It's because I'm so tired! Which brings me back to thinking IT'S FRIDAY!!!

Mutated Animal Crackers

What has the world come to?! As a standard shopper at target I was prone to be attracted to the large clear teddy bear container full of animal crackers. So I bought it and have been eating weird mutated horse sheep cow crackers all day. Almost every single animal has an utter and don't even get me started on the elephant.

What has the world come to?
They can't even make animal crackers look like real animals!

I Have Adventures Every Day!

So I just got the mail. And behold! I actually got something... It was from Washington University in St. Louis. Umm, nice? Why are random people getting my info? Why are random people sending me letters?! Why are people telling me what my e-mail address is, but won't tell me theirs?!

Lol, if I'm able to take a picture of it, I will totally post it because this freaks me out/makes a good blog story. Ahem, it says "What does your backpack reveal about your academic future? Find out on  blah blah blah site." How about I tell you. I don't need no damn quiz.
My backpack says this about me:

• I won't back down, so back off.
• I take just the essentials, screw everything else.
• I'm not suited for stressful jobs because I'm too damn lazy.
• It also says I don't need to take a quiz about my future.

Anyways, it goes on. "With your academic record, you'll be hearing from a lot of colleges." Hmm, let me get this straight. I don't look for colleges, colleges look for me?! Woah, this must be freakin' revolutionary. (Read this in my voice...It's better that way.) Also, with my academic record. HAH. HAH AGAIN. OMG, YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME. I'm like the laziest student ever, therefore, I procrastinate, therefore, I fail at classes.

Apparently, I'll get a totally new fabuloso "College Essay Writing Checklist," which tells me how to write "college essays." I can write essays. I know that because of my apparently outstanding academic record.

This thing says it's a top-ranked college... Then, umm, why haven't I heard of it. YOU'RE NOT FAMOUS UNTIL YOU'VE REACHED HARVARD STATUS...punk.

"A place where you'll feel at home." Hehe, no offense, but Missouri? I don't think so. Ya basta. Those in Spanish III Hon. should get that joke. Anyways, they gave my a nifty little envelope to send them back some MORE info about my life. I should write this...

• For academic interest:  I like blogging. It makes me feel as if I'm needed.
• Extracurricular: Sleeping, this letter is keeping me from doing this.
• Preferred First Name: Haha, oh the things I could put...
• My phone number: 1-800-DON'T-BE-A-CREEPER
• They managed to put my own e-mail address in the box where I'm supposed to put it. Too bad they spelled it wrong. HAH. OH GOD, HOW SAD IS THAT?
• They...they left my parent's e-mail blank. WHAT THE HECK?

Although, I must give them props. Why? Because they printed this on really nice paper.

What up Geometry?, Best Friends, Quarry Bowl, Oh My!!

     Ok so I've been doing my Geometry homework for the past couple minutes (except for now :p), and I came to this probem that was completely stupid in my opinion. It asked me to draw a Venn Diagram. One circle represented "Studies for class a lot" and the other was "Has long hair." Weird right???! Then it gave me people that said stuff like "I never do homework and I have a crew cut." What the heck??? This is not math!!!!!!!!!
    
     Anyway. During lunch today, (although I didn't realize it at the time because I was studying for chemistry like a maniac), some of my best friends had a fight.
     It did not turn out well I'll tell you that much.
     I am very sad.
     Now that my best friends hate each other, now im not sure who i'm going with to the Quarry Bowl (see my dilema?). I'm just confused !
     Why me. :P

Creepin' on the Water Polo Boys With Other Boys; Junky Japs

Yep, the title says it all. Those in my AP World class should get the joke(the junky one)(and not even if you were, you can get it, I guess). I was so bored today so I was decided to walk home with my friend, Luis. However, he has water polo until 5. Feelin' pretty generous, I waited. Here's how the adventure of waiting went.

I went to the tables next to the pools and saw this guy, so I started conversing with him. He told me he was on the team and that was all nice and whatever, but he started to change. He had a towel on, but I thought he was just...(how do I put this?) just takin' his pants off. Haha, that's super creepy sounding. So I was like you know you can just change. I'm not here to look at your man-parts in a speedo... And he looked super confused. Later did I realize (well, you should know what I realized...and if you don't, then don't worry yourself about it).

Soon after, my other friend Evan came over because he hurt his knee or something. And so we just sat there watching the others swimming around in their speedos and ya' know, what dem water polo boys be doin'. They had a little break and they came over to their backpacks which were on the tables. I swear the tables covered their swimmin' shtuff, so it kinda (NOT KINDA) looked like they were naked. God, how I felt so awkward. Even more awkward because I was the only girl there. Even even more awkward because I knew most of them. Anyways...

That's the jist of it, chillin' with some guys watching some more guys. I think the boys water polo needs a lil' more than just a speedo...Just sayin'.

Oh, another highlight of my day, I saw like five different squirrels. FIVE! :D OR MORE. I dunno.

Hey Manda and Masaronie, can I get like an award for blogging the most? Not now, at the end of the year. I AM DEDICATED TO TELLIN' PEOPLE ABOUT MY LIFE AND THE STORIES THAT GO WITH IT. PEOPLE NEED A LIL BIT OF JULI IN THEIR LIFE.

Not Your Regular Kind of Jumping

So yesterday I got up super early and headed to Nevada with my parents. We were going to a really fancy horse jumping show called a Hunter Derby. A hunter derby is where riders jump there horses in an arena, but the arena is set up with jumps that look like things you would jump in a forest. What they are doing is making it look like a fox hunt. So anyways, I had to where a fancy dress and shoes, and make my hair all pretty. When we got there we got to tour the course that the jumpers would be jumping on. I took lots of pictures of the jumps. They were beautiful! Then after that we went to the VIP tent to have brunch. BRUNCH! I've never had brunch before. The food was absolutely delicious! Then came the part I was looking forward to all day. The jumping! The horses were so beautiful and powerful. They make me and my horse look like little toys. Anyways, it was a really cool experience and I want to go again next year.

Wrong Person

So this past friday I was hanging out in downtown Sacramento with my two friends, Kendall and Emily. We were waiting for our other friend, Rene, to come meet us at the parking lot where Kendall's car was parked. After waiting for over fifteen minutes, Emily got fed up and called Rene to see what was taking him so long. He replied that he was where we were but he could not find us. At the time, there was a guy talking on a cell phone across the street dragging something that we thought was a longboard (Rene was longboarding over to see us.) So in the spur of the moment, Emily and I madly ran out of Kendall's car and started shouting and jumping up and down at the guy across the street that we thought was Rene. It was actually very frustrating because the guy did not acknowledge us at all so we thought Rene was ignoring us. So here we were screaming at a guy across the street and Rene on his phone. Finally, we realized that after Emily hung up on Rene and the guy across the street was still talking on his phone that the guy was not Rene. Also, the thing he was dragging was a suitcase not a longboard. So now this guy who was probably visiting Sacramento, will now never come back because two crazy teenage girls started screaming at him to get his attention for no reason. Plus, he looked kind of lost and like he was trying to get directions from the person he was talking to on the phone. Well anyways, back to Rene. Turns out he was a street down from us and right after we realized that poor lost guy was not him he showed up around the corner. Thanks, Rene, for making us look like idiots.

Pumped

I am so pumped for this season! Last weekend was the cross country's camping trip and it was super fun. My team is so fantastic and we really mesh well. That sounds kind of creepy... But anyways, yeah it was great. It made me uber excited for the season to get rolling. Saturday was our first time trial so we were able to see a rough estimation of where everybody stands on the team. The girl's squad this year is really competitive, more competitive than it has been in years, so we are going to be pushing each other to the limits.Our first official meet is this Saturday, then Wednesday is our first league, and that Saturday is Woodbridge!! AAAHHH I'm just so ready for this.

Blogging...

Hmm....so I guess I should have been blogging during the summer and the first week of school. Well, I totally forgot and hopefully I'll get back on track now. So.....what's happened in my life so far? Pretty much nothing important.....yeah you can probably tell I have nothing to say now...so I am going to go start thinking of some ideas and post another blog in a day or two. Oh yeah, I almost forgot! I hung out with my friends during summer, like anyone here probably cares, haha.

REAL FOOD=KEY TO MY HAPPINESS :D

So being without a family car has left me so grateful yet so pissed off at what I have and don't have. I've been doing the shopping after school and getting dinner at night (which means seriously walking down to McD's or Taco Bell to get food) and although I hated it...I felt as if I had something nice to say, but I REALLY just hated it. But ya know... Anyways, my sister came over this weekend and bought the rest of us groceries. Like, real groceries. Not some fake chicken slapped onto a freakin' patty. And let me tell you, I'm lovin' it. Not McD's. I'm lovin' food. Oh yes. I'm in such a better mood now. I feel elated:D. I should keep this up...Well, being at school keeps me apart from my food at home, so maybe I should begin my junior-going-to-eventually-be-a-senior-itis because I will totally be OK with being fat.

So this ballsy guy went up to my friend Shay and asked help for Chem, but he didn't know her. I thought that was weird...So she comes into the library and I peer across the table to see this unfamiliar white guy and I whisper "Who's that?" Shay goes, "Oh, I dunno." I'm like that's chill. As I continue on with my anatomy homework, I hear him ask, "What's this?" The paper that he needed help on was DEFINING TERMS. I'm like OK. He told us he didn't have notes so he goes up to more random people and asks for theirs. I got really confused, as you might be as well. He comes back and Shay HAS TO FREAKING TELL HIM WHERE THE TERMS ARE BECAUSE HE COULDN'T FIND IT. I'm like, SERIOUSLY...That's probably the most basic thing you can do. But I was feelin' nice so I told him, "You're gonna be my buddy. You chill with Asian people?" His response goes, "...Uh, I dunno." I DUNNO? I DUNNO?! Ugh... My other friends come walking up with a confused face and mouthing the words "who's this guy?" I said, "This, this is my brother." Obviously, I said this sarcastically like I say almost everything else. He SCOFFS, and says, "No, I'm not your bro." I'm like "That's cool, you ain't meh buddy no mo."

Also, during the convo, he kept asking if we were in Chem. We kept saying no, so I told him that we were all juniors (because, ya know, mostly sophs take Chem) and he's like, "Well, I'm a senior..." I'm like congratu-freakin'-lations. Don't give me no attitude. Take that to yo mama, boy. Anyways, he made my mornin' worth tellin' I guess. People, just because I want to make an impression don't mean you gots to be mean.

On the other hand, I met this other senior, Jessie-boy. I added the -boy part. Anyways, he was super sweet and I swear he's like a genius. That's all I have to say for him. Even though I made a total ass out of myself upon meeting him (I karate chopped him, haha. But only because he wouldn't let me buy him a donut), he still treated me nice. I guess people are just too different for me.

AP, Honors, Advanced or Regular?

Last year I took my very first AP class- APWH, as well as my second Advanced class. The year before that I took my very first Advanced class. This year I am forsaking any advanced or AP classes and went straight for the Honors. I have had my try of every possible level of class now, and I must say, I wish that some classes had an Honors instead of just an AP and a regular. I love my classes, I really do. But now that I have experienced the challenge of AP, the regular class of next year up seems almost easy. Don't get me wrong, I still have to work and whatnot in the class, but after taking the AP version of a similar class last year, I've begun to miss the challenge of the class- instead of writing detailed answers and finding hidden meanings and whatnot, I have to write the non-in-depth meaning and although it's easier, I miss the challenge. Wow, I've said that phrase how many times now?? Well now you know how much I miss it. I love the easier classes, considering the fact that Junior year is supposedly the hardest of the four, but I wish that Rocklin had Honors classes or advanced courses for the same ones that only offered AP or regular, so some of us could still be challenged enough without our minds exploding. Again, I don't mind the easy courses, but sometimes I wish I could be challenged enough in an easy class without harboring the sinking feeling of being behind in a AP class. But hey, who should I be complaining to, seeing how I have a less-than-busy schedule compared with my other friends?? Whatever. I'm just happy I have my Honor's classes to keep my mind continuously working :)

Can Music Really Be That Powerful?

Early on, everyone kept saying that music is what gave them power to move on from certain things, to do certain things. It gave them power and meaning. I never saw the meaning it; I've always believed that it's the person's choice that can motivate them to do certain things. It's been my belief that humans can control their own emotions and can motivate themselves. Only recently, I have been able to see the reason for the belief that music can motivate certain emotions. For instance. when I listen to slow songs, I feel like I am sad and I don't want to do anything, when I listen to upbeat songs that have meaning in the lyrics, I feel like I am motivated to do something. Maybe it is because of the lyrics meaning that relates to our emotions to cause this reaction? Maybe because we can connect to it and feed off it, thus reacting to it through our emotions? Who knows. All I know is that I have been listening to one song on repeat for more than an hour for a reason that I still can't grasp. Maybe the lyrics are addicting? Maybe the beat of it is just pulling me in? Who knows. But I now believe that music CAN control emotions, if not for a little time, or maybe for just a bit of emotion we possess.