Of Opportunities and Epic Fails

Hmmm...where to begin?

I got a job! in a bakery! yay!

I only have to work three days a week, and that would be fine if I wasn't working like 8 hour shifts. I'm underaged! Isn't this against child labor laws?

I really like my job though :/

Today at work, I saw this really cute guy at the cash register, I was buying some dinner and he kept asking me questions like, 'where do you work?' "ooh, that must be fun!"
he was really nice, but I'm pretty sure he was just being flirtatious (playa)

I figured he'll probably come around the bakery once or twice and flirt with me and solange a little more. I think he just wants a booty call

Because I had work today, I didn't get to go to homecoming, which I'm not too bummed about, I didn't go the last 3 years, and dances usually aren't that fun unless your gossiping about someone having sex in the bathroom.
Ahh...High School

oo, yesterday, during the prep rally, I was getting ready to go home (i was super tired and I didn't feel like sitting around on the bleachers) and this other guy (i think his name was taylor? anyways, he was in my HAP class) needed my to help jumpstart his car.

Well, unfortunately for me, I couldn't think of a reason to say no, so I helped the poor guy out.

Usually when out of the ordinary stuff like this happens, I start thinking about what point God was making. Did this just happen or was there a reason?

I believe everything happens for a reason, so stuff like this is sort of like a puzzle for me

Speaking of school, my classes this year are freaking hard. AP Bio, AP Lit, AP Euro, HAP, Calc Hns, Journalism Hns, holding down a job, being incharge of Muslim Youth Newsletter and sports/clubs

It's a hard knock life

I'm like failing AP Lit and I just failed my AP Bio test (i think the highest I can get on it at this point is a 72-77 percent :( )

Ahhh! I have so much to do! I hope I don't die first

Of Megan Fox 'I'm in love with a stripper'

A couple days ago, I was reading an article on Megan Fox, and apparently she was in love with a stripper named Nikita, back when Fox was 18. And that's not the end of it, she thinks Olivia Wilde is insanely sexy and Jenna Jameson is smoking hot.

I don't know who Wilde is but Jameson's a freakin' porn star. Makes you wonder what Fox does in her free time doesn't it?

"I just think that all humans are born with the ability to be attracted to both sexes. I mean, I could see myself in a relationship with a girl —Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands. She's mesmerizing. And lately I've been obsessed with Jenna Jameson, but ... oh boy." (yahoo.com)

I found it funny that the chicks Fox is into look exactly like Fox with some slight variation. Nikita is stripper Fox, Wilde is blond Fox, and Jameson is plastic Fox.
Basically, Fox is gay for herself
lol

But in all seriousness, there is a point to what she said. I was thinking about it. When I was younger, like 11 or 12, we had this person come in, I think his name was Mikey or something, and he did a performance about people who led alternative lifestyle.
I remember it being really good.
Then he asked us a question. He said, 'If you think being gay is a choice, raise your hand.'
I raised mine.
Then he retaliated, 'If being gay is a choice, then did you wake up this morning and decide to be straight?'
That caught me off-guard. My initial reaction was 'no, I'm just straight'
Based on my religion, homosexuality is a sin as it is in many religions, and because of that, I don't usually believe all that bullshit about how homosexuality is an inbred thing.

Of course, like the great theologian Augustine, I had to find away to reconcile my religion and science. Actually I'm still not too sure if the homosexuality gene has been proven or not, but it doesn't really matter to me, because what Fox said is true. Humans are born with the ability to be attracted by both sexes. Not many religious people are willing to admit it, but to further their claim that homosexuality is a choice, they have too.

Many religious figures would probably be unwilling to say that not because they think it's false, but maybe because their faith is so strong they choose to block whatever feelings they have for the same sex subconsciously, which, I suppose, is I must've been doing.

But anyways, looking around at society today, you can see far more teenagers and young people are into experimenting. A lot of people have suddenly determined that they are bisexual because that subconscious attraction they might've felt for the same sex is suddenly okay to have in today's society, so they are more willing to acknowledge it.

But same goes for 'gay' people. I don't actually think they are gay. I remember a gay guy who went to our school named Kyle. He was the flamboyent time. I remember a day when he wore a bra stuffed with apples, a mini skirt, and bright yellow purse. He would wave his hands in exasperation, flutter his eyelashes at passing males and flirtingly call out to football players on their way home.

No matter how gay he seemed, I remember one instant while at lunch, when he and a very pretty girl were tossing around in a secluded hallway. They weren't like having sex or anything, it looked more like puppies playfully bouncing on each other. I don't know about you, but how many girls do you see rolling around and nibbling each other's ears? That's about as realistic as a group of panty clad teenagers having a pillow fight.

So then I thought, maybe he's not as gay as he thinks?

And that's that. Maybe all of humanity is naturally bisexual.

Of Holy crap, I have an essay tomorrow!

Okay, so I need to do a comparison between Jane Eyre and the Wide Sea Sargasso. Problem is, I don't know what to compare.
For the past week, we've been talking about parallel's between the main characters, Jane Eyre and Antoinette Rochester.

Jane Eyre, orphaned at a young age, lived unloved in her aunt's cold house. Hated by her and her child, Jane found solace in her books. Seclusion meant safety and peace for Jane, who was used to her aunt's cold gaze and her cousins' torment.
In Antoinette case, she loved her mother and believed that it was returned, but in the end, her mother drew away from Antoinette's touch after her son, Antoinette's idiot brother, died in the burning carnage of their house.

Detached and unloved at an early age, Jane was perhaps more stable, knowing that only in that house she would have to feel that way.
Antoinette, however, was trapped. Hated in her land, where her family was known to be ex-slave owner, hated by her mother, the one woman whom she truly loved. Perhaps, because of that instance, she came to depend, thrive on another's love, desperate to recreate what she never had.
What she never realized was that she had love. Her childhood caretaker, and surrogate mother, Christophine, loved and cherish Antoinette. Her half-brother and lover, Sandi, loved and cherished her too, but what of it? She did not put any value on them. But why?

Come to think of it, Jane, too, had a caretaker in Bessie. The only woman there to dote on her as a child should be doted upon. In Jane's case, Bessie was a passing character. She had little influence other than to sooth a passionate Jane. Jane forgot her soon, but always loved her.

Antoinette constantly leaned on Christophine. Maybe part of the reason that Antoinette was so messed up was because Christophine never really tried to make Antoinette grow up. She did everything she asked, without laying down any punishment or consquence, so Antoinette didn't really see her a relevant person. In short, Christophine babied Antoinette, perhaps in fear that Antoinette would soon develop into another crazy character.

But anyways, Antoinette, so consumed with this desire to find love, found no outlet. She was so dependent on this need, she never learned to stand on her own two feet. While Jane found comfort in seclusion, Antoinette couldn't be satisfied until she felt constantly loved.
When that didn't happen, and Rochester, though he had admitted he never loved her, would not give her up, she had no escape, by then too emersed in Rochester to leave on her own. She stayed and found comfort outside her mind. She may have been saved had she had the strength to leave him.

It isn't surprising that Antoinette was pushed to madness. In a place like Croele where women must depend on men to rule over them and provide protection, she, like her mother Anette, fell into the hands of greedy infatuated men, who in the end, betrayed and left them.

Another similarity, shared between the two women, are the hot and passionate personalities they had. In a time where female docility and childlike servitude were prized in women, there hot and fiery tempers were kept in suppression. It is ironic that Antoinette, forced unwilling into such a quiet temperment was hated when she tried to freely expressive herself to Rochester, while Jane, who willingly calmed herself, was constantly pulled out of her calm demeanor by Rochester, who favored her passionate mind.

Perhaps Rochester meant to repent for his past crime? Or maybe, her calm demeanor attracted him at first, and her intellectual mind drew him in further until he wasn't afraid or repelled by her passionate outbursts, especially since they usually followed a coherent train of thought. Maybe Jane was able to have controlled bouts of madness, whereas Antoinette had no way to express herself logically without sounding mad.

Christophine, Antoinette's prime care taker, was the opposite of Annette, Antoinette's mother. She was a strong independent woman, stable and sound, but Antoinetter never took example of her, instead choosing to depend on her mother, perhaps striving to win back her favor.

Of Colleges and Deadlines (dun dun dunnn)

Ok, so I figure, I should probably pick out some colleges to apply to now that I'm a senior, sooo

I choose you! Pikach-no
lol

Rutgers, Regular Decision, Febuary 28
Marist, Early Action, December 1st (gasp)
NYU, Regular Decision, January 1st
The College of New Jersey, Regular Decision, Febuary 15

that's all i got so far...

orginally, i thought i should pick 5, but I think i'm a go with 7, it's a nicer number, 7

anyways much has happened, I dont really feel like explaining, so I'll do a little two second flashback

Let's see
after school started, my mom smacked me around like a pinyata for wearing a low-cut shirt, which actually wasn't that low-cut, especially since i don't really have any boobs to speak of, but anyways, i said i'd wear a scarf or something, so then she went on and on about some other bullshit like how i need to be home at 4:00 and studying like asian

oh then she took away my car, gave it back, took it away again, apologized, made me miss my bus, then gave me back my keys again.

All in all, my mom is crazy

Then my bro came home from college again, even though he only left like a week ago, then he demanded the TV as I was watching the VMAs, and my dad was like, "give him the TV you obnoxious child"
so i had my little tantrum, discovering that I have officially inherited my mom's crazy genes, and left the room

Then my bro apoligized, like he should've, then proceeded to tell me his life story, which was sad, pathetic, and surprisingly....actually no, it was just sad

what did he say my friends? a lot of things i didn't really want to hear

by and by, I got a job, i'm sucking at calculus, i gained another .5 lb
I should prob start fasting tomorrow :\

-peace

Of Senior year

I am a senior.

First day of school, not so bad. I have a couple people to talk to in every class. In AP Euro, I have a nice little bubble in the back. AP Lit, I'm good, Calc Hns, I have like one person, Health, I'm fine, Journalism, yea, HAP (Human Anatomy and Physiology, say that three times fast), ther's a couple, which brings me to AP Bio and Study Hall - no one.

Well, there are people I can talk to, but like I don't know them well enough for groups and stuff, which sucks balls, because I have no idea what I'm gonna do for lab.

omg, I'm going to kill myself on D-days. I thought HAP was a regular elective course, but I actually have lab for that stupid fucking class, so I have to eat in 20 minutes, get my butt down to HAP and then I have AP Bio, correction, AP Bio and study hall lab. Those dreams of leaving school early? gone forever :(

At most I'll have a half-hour

So D-day is really like my own doomsday, what with the 3 hour crash course on everything bio.

I really need a job too, that would be nice, to have some money *sigh*

wat else wat else, oh! My mom's b-day is tomorrow! I think we're gonna go to MGM to pick up some shoes, I need a couple pumps for school anyhow :)

I should prolly get some balloons, right?

-peace ;p

Of Towelhead by Alicia Erian

Where to begin?

I just finished Towelhead by Alicia Erian
it was a decent book, graphic and detailed, but decent

The main character, Jasira, is one helava 13 year old. She has huge jugs and model's face and the innocence of a child her age, and everyone notices.
Barry, her mother's boyfriend, is the first to take advantage of Jasira, and that's where this story begins. He doesn't have sex with her, but he is vastly inappropriate.
Well anyways, mother-dear finds out and, instead of kicking the bastard out, she sends her daughter to Houston, Texas to live with her strict and overbearing Labanese father, who also notices his daughter's ....growth spurt...ahem.
He, uncomfortable with her budding womanhood, is even more fierce and strict than he needs to be, to a violent level.
And all this does absolutely nothing but send Jasira into the hands of a Mr. Vuoso, her reservist neighbor who actually does take advantage of her in sick and perverted ways.

For an objective stance, most of you probably think that Vuoso and Barry need to die burning, but Jasira, not so much.
She liked, even loved, these men, or at least she believed she did, right to the very end. That's what made the story so interesting, her confused emotions and unfamiliar desires. Although I'm not sure how many 13 year olds think about doing it with men thrice their age.

The point is, she felt that way because of a desire to belong. Her mother sent her away in favor of another man and her father doesn't know how to handle her unless he's telling her what to do.

What's worse is that no one cared enough to explain to her what was going on with her body. And as disturbing and unwanted that conversation is, sometimes health class isn't enough. The book addresses embarrassing, but surprisingly accurate elements that goes along with being a woman, like shaving (more specifically, shaving the pubes and pits) and periods, and buttons and boys, and most importantly, feelings.

Jasira had a lot, and I mean a lot, of sexual drive. Some of that was unrealistic to me because, I don't know about you, but I certainly didn't get off reading playboy that young (btw, did you know they have a playgirl?). She had a lot of physical attractions, but she didn't understand it, so when Vuoso took advantage of her and her body easily submitted, she didn't know what to think even though she didn't actually want it.

So she mistakenly believed she loved him. Part of it was because he felt so sorry after which made her feel powerful, something she was unused to because of her own unforgiving parents. But because of her parents she felt like she was the one who was always wrong, so she only ended up feeling sorry for that rat bastard, instead of angry like she should've.

It's an interesting story, told in the eyes of a child, and admittedly, the reader too has a hard time remembering that their supposed to hate Vuoso.

Besides dealing with these sexual urges, Jasira also deals with a lot of social issues as an Arab during the Iraq War, which probably also contributed to her increase in sexual activities as a means of an outlet.

But yea, she has no friends because of her perpetual mild-temperment (prob from the beating at home) and then people find out she's Arab. It's funny that Erian choose to call her novel Towelhead, when racism wasn't really her primary point, but anyways, throughout the novel she's called 'sand nigger', 'camel jokey' and of course, 'towelhead'
And while she's dealing with how those words affect her everyday and emotional life, no one notices when the big bad wolf next door comes huffing and puffing.

This story was so graphic and honest that it shocked me a little, but I realized that Erian painted a surprisingly accurate portrait of the rarely poetic transition into womanhood.

And you know, I guess you could say it was funny, more sad, but yes, it was entertaining reading about how Jasira's cheapass father tried helping his daughter smooth over her teen years with 1 dollar boxs of pads and the occasional 2 dollar razors.

Of Late Nights

I. can. not. sleep.

I can't stop thinking about all the stuff I have to do

And I have such random thoughts too
Like I was thinking about all the really nice feedback I've been getting lately
One person said that I was the perfect leader, another, that I'm pretty, another, that I'm funny, and yet another, that I'm incredible talented

And even though I love feeling good about myself, I can't help but think that the most-liked people are also the most depressed

I'll tell you why

Once you get used to it, you'll start feeding off these compliments, judging yourself based on what people say and think of you.
And in the crowd of mostly good, there is always that one complaint that'll send you from sky high to subzero low

From there, you go either one of two directions

Extreme self-confidence ('oh, you're just jealous') which really just makes you an a-hole
or
Loss of Individuality, which is basically when you start changing yourself to be accepted and instead of being happier, you're miserable

Of course their are the many sub-sections, like the goth or punk, those who have that self-confidence, but to an obnoxious extent

Personally, I think everyone cares a little about what people think of them, so that self-confidence comes off as a little fake to me
I suppose the telltale sign would be that incredibly eager look, when their eyes are wide open and their face, tense, especially after they've just made a snarky comment or 'funny' joke, which they think they thought of on their own, but really sprang from the group's demeanor.

I think there are only a lucky few that are truly truly comfortable in their own skin, and even they have their moments.

I guess the trick is to find that happy medium, because I don't think anyone can really fully not care about what people think, there is always someone whose opinion will matter, a parent, friend, spouse, w/e

So where is this medium? The answer is a matter of trust, I think. If you rely on someone who truly loves you and respects you and that you love and respect, that person is whose opinion should matter. It's an obvious answer, I know, but sometimes the obvious isn't so obvious, until someone says it of course.

Yea, so that's what I was thinking about tonight
It's mostly obvious stuff like this, actually.

Dude, you know what I just realized?
I've always noticed that in the morning and really late at night, the light in my room is extremely bright, like blinding
And I thought it was because my lamp just likes to play bitch
but I think the real reason is because my eyes are so adjusted to the dark, that it just seems bright, or the lamp just loses some power after the first couple minutes, but I think it's the first one

lol

Okay! Stuff to do tomorrow
1. Call all the editors and ask them for updates (give them until friday to gather info)
2. Journalism: Write Outlandish review (Summer work and MYN, all in one go)
3. Journalism: Write Feature on Ramadan (Summer work/MYN)
4. Oped Analysis
5. Article Ideas (4 per section)

3-4 hours

6. Update Article List/Contact List
7. Email (surprisingly, this takes near an hour)

So I'm thinking 6-7 hours total

oh joy.

Of Fun Times and Boredom

boo.

i had a very full day today :)
full day, but not all was well

First thing this morning, I had to spend about an hour or two fixing up my mother's financial mess, then I was off to the church

The muslim youth in my community decided to start a newspaper and, I genius that I am, volunteered to be in charge of it, but I really have so much to do this summer, so I don't know how I'm going to manage everything

Anyways, I had to go the church because of this Interfaith section in our newspaper. I wanted the priest there to write a little article about Fasting in their religion since we're publishing in the middle of Ramadan

So I went up the secretary and asked her if i could make an appointment and she gives me this cringe. And then this lady minister steps in and the secretary introduces me as "This is Sana, she's not Christain...*cringe*"
How rude is that, right?
It was like association with me would disease her brain cells

The minister was really nice though, although she told me she wouldn't be able to write the piece herself, she did offer to answer my questions, so I wrote some stuff down but I think what I'm gonna do is have someone from the Christain and Jewish youth groups write the article instead, so I basically just wasted her time.
oh well.

After that, I had to go to the Haldmen Ford because my mom's car broke - yet again.

Seriously, take better care of your car, woman.
She took my car instead...:(

But when I can say? She bought it for me ^^

But the Haldmen and Ford people too for-ev-er to take the car. They spent an hour just looking for our freakin' paper work (get it together, man)

Then they made us stay longer to argue with us about whether or not it was their fault that the mirror shaft was broken, and it really didn't make a difference because our insurance wouldn't cover it anyways

I hate people who waste my time with their stupidity
Seriously, just shut up and fix it

I had plans today to go to Barnes and Nobles too, so I really didn't want to stand around in the heat with fat old men

After that, I had lunch with my parents (also very time-consuming) and finally left for B&N

I finished about a twelfth of the work I planned to do, so...I'd consider it a pretty productive day- lol

I was distracted by my study group ^^

So I got back 'round 9, and now I'm waiting for Hillary Clinton to make her speech

Michelle Obama was amazing yesterday, btw
Maybe it's a girl thing, but I teared a little
personally, I like her a lot more then Clinton (although, I didn't like her much to begin with)
Obama seems a lot more genuine to me

...
Dude, I really need a to-do list

AP Bio
Carbon and Nitrogen Cycle
22-26 Glossary
P-bro Perserve Write-up

AP Lit
Summer Reading Book 2

AP Euro
Online Summary
Summer Reading Essay
DBQ

Journalism
Arts & Review article (Outlandish)
News Article (Indo-festival?)
Articles Ideas (4 per section)
Column/Oped Analysis

Muslim Youth Newsletter
Mission Statement Letter
Muslim Op/ed
Outlandish Review
Ramadan Feature
Call everyone tomorrow to get updates
Make sure we have Interfaith Coloumnists
Talk to publishing company
Update article list/contact list
Figure out how to raise money

Of Details and Update

okay, well considering I was sleeping most of the day and my narcotics are starting to wear off, I think I'll let you in on some more my juicy (or should I say bloody?) details.

The nurses and doctors were actually super nice, but maybe a little too friendly. When I was in the operating room, they had to put on all this monitoring stuff like a pulse sock (this thing they stick on your finger) and heart rate stickers

So as they were putting it on the male doc was going down a little too far, if you know what I mean..., I caught him before he saw anything and had one of the female nurses to do, but woah, close one

anyways, in the middle of all that, they gave me the gas mask and I inhaled about 10 puffs until I was out like a rock.
That stuff smelled really funny, btw, and now everything else I eat has the same scent, its wearing off though, so no worries

So after that I woke up in the recovery with my mom and dad sitting down and smiling next to me. The nurse was telling me I was up before then and asked her what the time was like 14 times
I didn't know I was that stoned

Anyways, now, I'm cool, the bleeding has stopped almost completely. The only thing is my mouth is incredibly dry and I still have to pee like every two seconds

I think the IV made me fat :(

Well, since I'm better, I decided to take a peek at my nose and I swear to you, it looks different

It's not like a big micheal jackson change, and it doesn't look like I got cosmetic surgery, but it def looks smaller and straighter.

My doc said nothing was gonna change so I don't know what to think at this point. But I suppose I'm not too surprised, he had to remove a bone in the process so that might have contributed

More updates tomorrow!

-peace

Of Drugs and Drugs and Drugs and Drugs

I came back from my surgery a little while ago.
I'm still a little woozy and I'm bleeding a little (by little I mean a LOT), but I don't feel much pain, probably because the nurses hooked be up with plenty a drugs before I left, so I'm feeling as high as a kite right about now- lol

It's a little like how I felt after my wisdom teeth got removed - I woke up and felt so good, but I was super disoriented. I almost knocked myself out again as I was heading outside through a very solid wall.

As I'm sure your curious, I tell you a little bit about what I had done (no, not breast implants, I'm quite happy with my...girls - lol)

It was a couple of things, first septoplasty to correct my deviated septum then tribunate surgery to remove a bone blocking my sinuses, and lastly removal of various polyps and air pockets obstructing my passages

It took about twenty minutes

Sounds like a lot more, right? lol

Pre-op, I was being a big baby and wouldn't let them stick the IV in, so they kindly knocked my out first and did their thing

I heard I even got a shot of cocaine (I did not know they could do that)

I remember a little bit about inhaling the anesthesia. It was so odd, I felt awake, yet asleep at the same time. I don't think I was under long enough to get that odd of body feeling, but I remember feeling a little panicked that I couldn't move my arms and legs anymore.

No worries, though, I woke up a second later, or at least it felt like I did

My throat was soooo sore, apparently a side affect of the anesthesia and intubation (this device they stick done your throat to keep you breathing through your mouth)

And I was still really confused when I woke up, not too mention increadibly high . I kept telling all the nurses how great and wonderful they were, and I was like, "You guys are the best, the nicest and the best guys every - woosh, slidy doors..."

Then my mom took me home and took care of me <3
She even put some lip gloss on me because my lips were so dry from medication (I feel so pretty - lol)
You know, she didn't do any of her doctor work because she wanted to make sure I was okay?
I"m gonna take such good care of her when she's old <333

So now, here I am, thoroughly painless, and a tad bit sober on my bed at home :)

My bro just bought me soup, he's being so nice today :)

I'll ttyl with more recovery tidbits, but I'm pretty okay, other than the fact I have to pee every two seconds

-peace :)
wooooooooosh

Of Seperation and Confusion

You know, there has always been a possibility that parents would one day divorce.

They fought a lot when I was younger so divorce was mentioned many-a-time, but me and brother were too young for that experience

I never knew if they just forgave each other after those fights, or if they were just holding off until we were older

But now that we are older, I don't think I'm any more ready for it to happen.

Lately, my dad in particular has been saying a lot of funny things, personally I just think he's being dramatic, but who knows?

I started noticing it after a certain incident. He was 'cleaning' his closet, and by that I mean, throwing everything away, and as he was walking off with a garbage bag full of old socks my mom stopped him
"You don't need to throw all of them away, just pick out some"
He wouldn't listen, so she opened the bag and spilled it's contents, pairing off socks that were his, mine, hers and my brothers, and throwing away the rest (including moldy, holy socks, which was the majority of them)
My dad got unreasonably angry and just walked out in fit of rage
I drove around my neighborhood for 10 minutes before I found him

And then he said things like, "I don't even enjoy her company that well! She too demanding! She's the one wasting all the money with her bullshit shopping!"

couple of days later, it continues

They're both incredible divas, so that can't see how incredibly good they are for each other
My father's patience and understanding suits my mom's quick-temper and complaining
And my mother's caring and work ethic balances my dad's few, but big burst of anger and his innate laziness

But if by some off-chance they were to divorce, if they hated each other that much
...what would it mean for me?

All these years of playing the mediator, I suppose...idk, I don't want to it to happen and if it did, I would proabably being bawling from now until december

But if it did, I'd let it happen, if they're truly and sincerely not happy, I'd let them do it

And God knows I pray that day will never come

-sana

Of Asses and Schedules

You know, I getting really annoyed with everyone in my family
all they do is talk...about my ass

as soon as I come downstairs
"Why is your ass so big? cover that up"
It is not that big!!

If it is, it's my mom fault for giving it to me
besides, it's not like my buttcrack is hanging out, all my junk is in actually in my trunk (butt...pants...POP CULTURE REFERENCE)

moving on, I got my schedule today!!

1 - AP Euro (Salmestrelli)
2 - Health/PE (Stubbs)
3 - AP Lit (Goodkin)
4 - Adv Journalism (Stanley)
LUNCH
5 - Calc Hns (Shea)
6 - Human Ana (Crochetiere)
7 - AP Bio (Looney)
8 - Study Hall

my teachers have really odd names, stubbs, looney, crochetiere...

- peace

Vivanno

You know the good old days, when xanga was a blogger's facebook?

I had since moved on, until someone found my old xanga, so i'm like wtfomfg

Well, little me inspired big me to make a new blog, so this is it
after 3 and a half hours searching for the ideal blogspot, i found blogspot (fitting)

I don't know about you, but after 3 and a half hours, I don't really feel like writing anymore
no i don't
hmm...

wat i will do is tell you a little bit about my fun name
it's wat i'm drinkin, yup
the starbucks vivanno chocolate banana smoothie/shake (don't know which, don't really care)
yummmmmm.