29.6.03
somebody sent me a pic from their prom the other day and now my inbox is 94% full 'hotmail would like to inform you that you may not be receiving all your emails...' (i use the crappy version; its too much of a hassle to get a new email) so i decided today to go through and delete all the emails i dont need. in one somebody replied to this story i wrote and i found it sorta interesting so i thought id put it up. its from a couple months ago i blv...enjoy
on saturday i went to a mock trial. just like a normal trial but it was all fake. i mainly went bc it could fill up a flexible credit thing for my history/government class. (whats flexible credit?) k. flexible credit is credit that you have to somehow get durin the quarter but there's multiple ways that you can get it. like either you can go to a board meetin of a city/school, or see a history related flick, or go to a veterans meetin or sumthin. you hafta do sumthin to get the points. like if ya dont do anything for it, your grade goes down bc its like missin a test. for history i hafta do 2 (25 pts each) and for gov, i gotta do just 1 (50 pts each), which is 3 per quarter. sooo i had already gotten 2 and i needed one more. so brost said that we could go to this mock trial and hed give us flex credit for it. AND if ya go the ppl at the trial also pay ya $10 cash for your time. so i was like, hey, count me in. so, i go there and the trial is from round 12.45-4.45. since my teacher has a couple government classes, alotta jrs/srs from my school were there too. so b4 the trial my mom had given me her cell and told me to page her when it was over and she woudl pick me up outside of the daley center where she had dropped me off. (she didnt have a cell to use that day bc she had given hers to me and my dad was at vegas w/ his or normally she woulda given me his so that we both would have one). the trial was supposed to end at 4.30 but it ended a lil bit late. so after the trial i paged her and told her i was waitin outside of the center for her where she had dropped me off. then after a couple mins i was outside and i got cold so i went back inside. so when i went inside i paged my mom again and told her that i was now inside the building so that she didnt wonder where i was. i was sittin inside for a couple mins when a girl from my school that had gone to the trial came back from the "corner bakery" across the street. she had some pasta and asked if i wanted some bc it was a huge plate full and she said she prolly wouldnt be able to finish all of it. so i said might as well just go to corner bakery myself and buy lunch w/ the $10 i just got. so we both went over there. when i got there 2 other girls and 1 guy from my class were there so i ordered a large chicken ceasar salad and joined them. (salad's my all time fav food) So then b4 i went there, i paged my mom again and left a mess that i was goin to the corner bakery right across the street from the daley center and that she could pick me up from there instead of circlin round and round the daley center wonderin where i was. so it was all good. i was just havin a grand old time w/ my friends when i get a call on my cell. so im thinkin, ya its prolly my mom just callin to say shes outside. ok. i turn on the phone and i hear "SIBY!!!!!" all my friends around me hear it and just stare. turns out that since my mom had given me her phone she actually didnt have her own cell phone (duh) and hence she had nothing to check her voice mail messages w/ (duh). she had gotten my first message and checked it at the hospital (bc she was waiting at the hosp while the trial was goin on). then she got 2 more messages from me while she was on her way but had no way of checkin bc she had givin her cell to me (duh). and she had gotten to the daley center and while i had been eating she had been circling the center many a time. then she had to ask a taxi driver while keepin a close watch on her car bc all round there is a no parkin zone and in like 2 mins they'll catch yoo if ya do and ull have to pay a huge fine. so shes tryna keep an eye on the car and begs a cab driver if she can make a local call real quick. she calls teh cell phone and this is where my story left off. she yells at me askin me where i am and i tell her im in corner bakery right across the street. she yells at me to come outside and i told her i had ordered food and i couldnt just leave it. so then she comes in some time later and tells me to come outside to the car right when ive finished eatin. ya. she called me an idiot 6-7 times durin the car ride home... [she once told me that she had a dream that she was drivin down the highway and i was annoyin her(i was sittin in back of her) and she was tryna hit me w/ one hand while tryna drive w/ the other and she carreened into a ditch. great. she even dreams bout this...]
quote of the day: 'siby samuel, listen to me. there's nothing, and i mean NOTHING a big bowl of ice cream cant fix.'
on saturday i went to a mock trial. just like a normal trial but it was all fake. i mainly went bc it could fill up a flexible credit thing for my history/government class. (whats flexible credit?) k. flexible credit is credit that you have to somehow get durin the quarter but there's multiple ways that you can get it. like either you can go to a board meetin of a city/school, or see a history related flick, or go to a veterans meetin or sumthin. you hafta do sumthin to get the points. like if ya dont do anything for it, your grade goes down bc its like missin a test. for history i hafta do 2 (25 pts each) and for gov, i gotta do just 1 (50 pts each), which is 3 per quarter. sooo i had already gotten 2 and i needed one more. so brost said that we could go to this mock trial and hed give us flex credit for it. AND if ya go the ppl at the trial also pay ya $10 cash for your time. so i was like, hey, count me in. so, i go there and the trial is from round 12.45-4.45. since my teacher has a couple government classes, alotta jrs/srs from my school were there too. so b4 the trial my mom had given me her cell and told me to page her when it was over and she woudl pick me up outside of the daley center where she had dropped me off. (she didnt have a cell to use that day bc she had given hers to me and my dad was at vegas w/ his or normally she woulda given me his so that we both would have one). the trial was supposed to end at 4.30 but it ended a lil bit late. so after the trial i paged her and told her i was waitin outside of the center for her where she had dropped me off. then after a couple mins i was outside and i got cold so i went back inside. so when i went inside i paged my mom again and told her that i was now inside the building so that she didnt wonder where i was. i was sittin inside for a couple mins when a girl from my school that had gone to the trial came back from the "corner bakery" across the street. she had some pasta and asked if i wanted some bc it was a huge plate full and she said she prolly wouldnt be able to finish all of it. so i said might as well just go to corner bakery myself and buy lunch w/ the $10 i just got. so we both went over there. when i got there 2 other girls and 1 guy from my class were there so i ordered a large chicken ceasar salad and joined them. (salad's my all time fav food) So then b4 i went there, i paged my mom again and left a mess that i was goin to the corner bakery right across the street from the daley center and that she could pick me up from there instead of circlin round and round the daley center wonderin where i was. so it was all good. i was just havin a grand old time w/ my friends when i get a call on my cell. so im thinkin, ya its prolly my mom just callin to say shes outside. ok. i turn on the phone and i hear "SIBY!!!!!" all my friends around me hear it and just stare. turns out that since my mom had given me her phone she actually didnt have her own cell phone (duh) and hence she had nothing to check her voice mail messages w/ (duh). she had gotten my first message and checked it at the hospital (bc she was waiting at the hosp while the trial was goin on). then she got 2 more messages from me while she was on her way but had no way of checkin bc she had givin her cell to me (duh). and she had gotten to the daley center and while i had been eating she had been circling the center many a time. then she had to ask a taxi driver while keepin a close watch on her car bc all round there is a no parkin zone and in like 2 mins they'll catch yoo if ya do and ull have to pay a huge fine. so shes tryna keep an eye on the car and begs a cab driver if she can make a local call real quick. she calls teh cell phone and this is where my story left off. she yells at me askin me where i am and i tell her im in corner bakery right across the street. she yells at me to come outside and i told her i had ordered food and i couldnt just leave it. so then she comes in some time later and tells me to come outside to the car right when ive finished eatin. ya. she called me an idiot 6-7 times durin the car ride home... [she once told me that she had a dream that she was drivin down the highway and i was annoyin her(i was sittin in back of her) and she was tryna hit me w/ one hand while tryna drive w/ the other and she carreened into a ditch. great. she even dreams bout this...]
quote of the day: 'siby samuel, listen to me. there's nothing, and i mean NOTHING a big bowl of ice cream cant fix.'
28.6.03
i saw this sweet shirt yest at the taste of chicago and it was like 'i am the property of bad asses who skip summer school to go out and have lunch w/ verry hot chics incorporated', and i was like, 'yo, lemme get one of those'.
yes, i def hafta say that yest was THE best day of my summer fosho.
quote of the [yester]day: 'itll be our big adventure...'
yes, i def hafta say that yest was THE best day of my summer fosho.
quote of the [yester]day: 'itll be our big adventure...'
26.6.03
hopin to go out this friday w/ liz and jenna or sumthin to that effect. if that doesnt work ima prolly just roll w/ maciej. we'll see what happens. i actually have sooo much on my mind right now. i gotta finish this one quick bc when my sister comes back we both gotta go to church for VBS (vacation bible school). its from pre-school to 6th or 8th or sumthin like that. im goin to volunteer, my sister's goin to teach. basically, its common knowledge that the volunteers just go to talk w/ each other, chill out, and get a free lunch. however thats gonna change this year...... yeah. i did preschool last yr which was extremely easy. on the last day theres a final program where ppl can sing songs, do skits, read compositions, and all that other boring stuff. at the end of the song we had the kids sing w/ these actions that looked like the kids were perpetually doin the wave/macarena, me and another volunteer were like 'i say pre K, you say G! pre K?' and then the kids yelled out 'G!' 'pre K?' 'G!' it was great. but now, this year im doin 5th grade. and im the only volunteer in that class. just my luck.
(i was physically dragged by my sister to get outta the house and go to vbs, so im continuing this approx 24 hrs later)
i was under the impression that i was gonna be a mere volunteer bc that was what i had signed up for. there were supposed to be two teachers for 5th grade and a volunteer (me). one of the teachers bailed so by default i became a teacher. the actual teacher who was left said it was her first time and that she wasnt really prepared for anything and requested that i teach. soo it wasnt the sit around and chat w/ other volunteers business i know so well...er...other ppl know so well. we had some sort of meditational/preparational meeting of all the teachers/volunteers before the thing started. we came late, both me and my sister (pushpa, yes, once again, laugh it up) bc for some reason she doesnt like driving over 60. right when we walked in, they were sayin 'each one of yoo is a paperclip.' see, this is y i said we didnt have to go for it. i gotta do the same thing tday evening. whoop-di-do.
oh yes, speakin of church. for any/all of you who know me, ya know i love music/singing and the like. im usually whistling wherever i go. (whistling is illegal in fenfen. hard to blv but true). we have 2 choirs at our church. one in the native indian language comprised of about 20 adults. then there's an english choir w/ the kids. when you're 9, you can try out to be in it. [since i have a late bday and all, i tried out when i was 8 and got in(bc im just so damn good)...this presently causes many problems in our church now w/ other parents who want their kids in at 8. there i go again, stirrin up trouble] i am presently the assistant director of this rough compilation of 'singers' ppl like to refer to as the english choir. right now we have about 60 kids total, half of which do not know/dont feel like singing. choir auditions every year always cause a big commotion bc all the parents want their kids in choir bc they think it gives their kids and themselves some sort of status or bragging rights or w/e. in the choir committee meetings, the adult choir has a say on how many kids we take in each year. they wanted 20. we wanted 10. FINALLY after much effort on my part, we decided wed only take 10. see, last yr we decided to just take 20. how manyd we take? 21. thats y we have such a hugemongous choir right now that is soo crappy bc its too much for me to control. (oh, btw, kids have to get a 60% then they're pretty much guaranteed acceptance. wait, what's a 60%? something tells me that's an F! something that says 'hey kid, you cant sing for your life! screw off, you suck.' but nooo. not here.) k so we're only gonna take 10. we told the judges specifically that they shouldnt feel obligated to select 10. if only 4 make it, so be it. a total of bout 18 kids tried out. kids were all nervous and askin me if they were singin the tryout song right and all. i told em not to worry about it bc there was a 50% chance theyd get in. the judges gave rankings and outta spite they gave more than 1 person a specific rank. so it was like 1 for 1st, 2 for 2nd, 1 for 3rd. they said there were alot of ties. i personally do not blv in ties. either you were better or worse. thats it. (okokok maybe there are some ties but not in this. just make up your mind who sang better. not to difficult) then we called a meeting bc there were 9 total ppl in ranks 1-6 then conveniently 2 in rank 7. soo should we take both of em and go over 10? i pushed so hard to just take the 9 to avoid goin over like we did last yr. the meeting started off w/ 3 kids from the english choir and like 2 ppl from the adult choir. (we have appointed reps but for some reason the english reps never wanna come). as the meeting went on, more adults came pouring in and then we were outnumberd. so then we (they) decided to take in the last 2 kids. 'cmon, we cant just leave both of them out! theyll feel so bad!' no they wouldnt bc we hadnt released teh rankings yet so they wouldnt know. (it only hit me afterwards that one of the adults' kids was one of these limbo 2 in question) then we're all like 'ok we'll take 11.' then other adults were like, 'ok 14 had a passing/qualifying score, we cant just leave those 3 out. (wait a sec. what was the passing score again? 60???) so once again the english members were outnumberd and all the adults present decided to take the other 3 too. TOTAL CRAP! we had a meeting b4 and had specifically decided to take 10 or less. now we're takin 14. 14/18. why even bother havin an audition. i was pissed. just more kids gonna be sittin there w/ their thumbs up their noses. and who has to get all these kids to stay under control let alone sing let alone well. and if sumthin goes wrong, who gets blamed?? take a wild guess. theres not really much i can do bout it.
i told some of ya this already but in psychology we were talkin bout different kinds of parenting and one of the bad methods were the very restrictive kinds. if its restrictive w/ reinforcing encouragement its good. if theres no encouragement its reeeely bad for the child involved. (funny bc right when we came to this parenting style, a pair of parents popped into my head right then...) it leads to poor communication and greater depression/agression. maybe that explains why i always complain so much......
on a ligher note, the quote (dialogue?) of the day:
madden: 'its like 90 degrees outside! wtf are ya wearin a sweater??'
molinaro: 'i can take it off later if i want.'
madden: 'yeah, thats what yoo think...'
(i was physically dragged by my sister to get outta the house and go to vbs, so im continuing this approx 24 hrs later)
i was under the impression that i was gonna be a mere volunteer bc that was what i had signed up for. there were supposed to be two teachers for 5th grade and a volunteer (me). one of the teachers bailed so by default i became a teacher. the actual teacher who was left said it was her first time and that she wasnt really prepared for anything and requested that i teach. soo it wasnt the sit around and chat w/ other volunteers business i know so well...er...other ppl know so well. we had some sort of meditational/preparational meeting of all the teachers/volunteers before the thing started. we came late, both me and my sister (pushpa, yes, once again, laugh it up) bc for some reason she doesnt like driving over 60. right when we walked in, they were sayin 'each one of yoo is a paperclip.' see, this is y i said we didnt have to go for it. i gotta do the same thing tday evening. whoop-di-do.
oh yes, speakin of church. for any/all of you who know me, ya know i love music/singing and the like. im usually whistling wherever i go. (whistling is illegal in fenfen. hard to blv but true). we have 2 choirs at our church. one in the native indian language comprised of about 20 adults. then there's an english choir w/ the kids. when you're 9, you can try out to be in it. [since i have a late bday and all, i tried out when i was 8 and got in(bc im just so damn good)...this presently causes many problems in our church now w/ other parents who want their kids in at 8. there i go again, stirrin up trouble] i am presently the assistant director of this rough compilation of 'singers' ppl like to refer to as the english choir. right now we have about 60 kids total, half of which do not know/dont feel like singing. choir auditions every year always cause a big commotion bc all the parents want their kids in choir bc they think it gives their kids and themselves some sort of status or bragging rights or w/e. in the choir committee meetings, the adult choir has a say on how many kids we take in each year. they wanted 20. we wanted 10. FINALLY after much effort on my part, we decided wed only take 10. see, last yr we decided to just take 20. how manyd we take? 21. thats y we have such a hugemongous choir right now that is soo crappy bc its too much for me to control. (oh, btw, kids have to get a 60% then they're pretty much guaranteed acceptance. wait, what's a 60%? something tells me that's an F! something that says 'hey kid, you cant sing for your life! screw off, you suck.' but nooo. not here.) k so we're only gonna take 10. we told the judges specifically that they shouldnt feel obligated to select 10. if only 4 make it, so be it. a total of bout 18 kids tried out. kids were all nervous and askin me if they were singin the tryout song right and all. i told em not to worry about it bc there was a 50% chance theyd get in. the judges gave rankings and outta spite they gave more than 1 person a specific rank. so it was like 1 for 1st, 2 for 2nd, 1 for 3rd. they said there were alot of ties. i personally do not blv in ties. either you were better or worse. thats it. (okokok maybe there are some ties but not in this. just make up your mind who sang better. not to difficult) then we called a meeting bc there were 9 total ppl in ranks 1-6 then conveniently 2 in rank 7. soo should we take both of em and go over 10? i pushed so hard to just take the 9 to avoid goin over like we did last yr. the meeting started off w/ 3 kids from the english choir and like 2 ppl from the adult choir. (we have appointed reps but for some reason the english reps never wanna come). as the meeting went on, more adults came pouring in and then we were outnumberd. so then we (they) decided to take in the last 2 kids. 'cmon, we cant just leave both of them out! theyll feel so bad!' no they wouldnt bc we hadnt released teh rankings yet so they wouldnt know. (it only hit me afterwards that one of the adults' kids was one of these limbo 2 in question) then we're all like 'ok we'll take 11.' then other adults were like, 'ok 14 had a passing/qualifying score, we cant just leave those 3 out. (wait a sec. what was the passing score again? 60???) so once again the english members were outnumberd and all the adults present decided to take the other 3 too. TOTAL CRAP! we had a meeting b4 and had specifically decided to take 10 or less. now we're takin 14. 14/18. why even bother havin an audition. i was pissed. just more kids gonna be sittin there w/ their thumbs up their noses. and who has to get all these kids to stay under control let alone sing let alone well. and if sumthin goes wrong, who gets blamed?? take a wild guess. theres not really much i can do bout it.
i told some of ya this already but in psychology we were talkin bout different kinds of parenting and one of the bad methods were the very restrictive kinds. if its restrictive w/ reinforcing encouragement its good. if theres no encouragement its reeeely bad for the child involved. (funny bc right when we came to this parenting style, a pair of parents popped into my head right then...) it leads to poor communication and greater depression/agression. maybe that explains why i always complain so much......
on a ligher note, the quote (dialogue?) of the day:
madden: 'its like 90 degrees outside! wtf are ya wearin a sweater??'
molinaro: 'i can take it off later if i want.'
madden: 'yeah, thats what yoo think...'
24.6.03
gots a poem for ya. yes, i wrote it all by myself. ill give ya a penny for your thoughts...if ya got any idea for a decent title for it lemme know...
I see her face at the top of the stair.
I see her outside, the wind in her hair.
I see her face in all that I see;
I do not know what will become of me.
She was my life; she was my all;
Yet time would not stop, time would not stall.
I waved to her and she shouted goodbye.
She didn’t know that I was crying inside.
I see her face at the top of the stair.
I see her outside, the wind in her hair…
The reverie fades, and I look to the dawn,
For on the world’s chess board, I’m only a pawn.
Alas! This paradox of sadness and bliss,
Completely encompassed in a single kiss.
O! Is this paradox of sadness and bliss,
Worth…that kiss?
watcha think?
quote of the day: 'Siby, i want to BE you!!'
I see her face at the top of the stair.
I see her outside, the wind in her hair.
I see her face in all that I see;
I do not know what will become of me.
She was my life; she was my all;
Yet time would not stop, time would not stall.
I waved to her and she shouted goodbye.
She didn’t know that I was crying inside.
I see her face at the top of the stair.
I see her outside, the wind in her hair…
The reverie fades, and I look to the dawn,
For on the world’s chess board, I’m only a pawn.
Alas! This paradox of sadness and bliss,
Completely encompassed in a single kiss.
O! Is this paradox of sadness and bliss,
Worth…that kiss?
watcha think?
quote of the day: 'Siby, i want to BE you!!'
20.6.03
im gotta sit here from 10-12 bc my sisters class started thenand myparnets didnt feel likemakin 2 trips(the spacebar on this keyboard isbusted...) my summerreally isnt all it was hyped up to be. however, i did finally get my 'hail to the thief' album; as previously stated by maciej, 'dope sauce'. tonsof ppl arestartingtheirsummerreading, but notme. no way. ima saveit all for july ormaybe even august. rightnow im debatin on which book i justshouldnt read. every year ijust dont read one book forsummerreading. its becomea tradition. frosh year it was intothewildbout that guy who went to the yukon and just diedthere. boring. soph yearit was my antonia bout the chic and that other guy and then in the end the chic didnt evenmarry the guy and theplot wascrappy. a total ofONEperson inmy eng classlast yearliked thatbook. last yr itwas confederacy of dunces. even the title is flaming gay. ('mr rodgers is gay' 'whojust said that??' 'i did' 'how can you say that? that's really offensive! have you ever seen mr rodgerskissinganotherman??' 'no' 'ever see himhaving sexw/another man??' 'no' good times, good timesin govsoc 4/5) and this year i heard the aristophanes book is 'interesting' tosaythe least, and i gotta read shakespeare bc he's justawesome. the raisin in thesun'sprolly a mustreadsincetheyremakin everybodyread it. (jeez... theres still 3morebooksleft...) pretty crappy they're givin us two booksby waugh. either she(he?)'s so good they knew wedlove the secondhelpingor itsmoreofatorture mechanism for ppl tryna take ap. then we got the jackie tey book. (is it a bad thingthat i havent heard of 4/6 of these authors/books?) i fliped through it and itwas boring tosay the least. okokok,i didntreallly flip through it,ijust lookedat the firstline... but still,as far asi can remember it waspretty repulsive. maybe im just alilkid complaining about the worldaroundmeandnot botherin to justgrowup and read the 6 stupidbooksand takeit like a man???? nahhhhhhhh.
life'snot fair. especially mine. mostof yoo knowhow much my parents harrass me. (ivepresently got alist of greivances inmy profile thingy but thecomplete declaration of independence is pending...) check this out: mymom's plannin ongointo texas. i didntreally catch y nor did i care. i just also heard that she wastakin my sister along too. nowthisisntoneofthose usual business trips to canada/alaska/bahamas etcwhere we all go thereand then im forcedto sit inthe hotel room bcmymoms at theactualconference and mydad lovesto watch the premiumchanels that my family is too cheap to get at home. (at leastwehave cable. dunnowhat id do w/o good ol comedy central) texas is diffbcmycousinslivethere. the last timei sawem waslike 2yrsago. ireeeely wantedtogo but my mom said no. hwvrshestakinmy ssiter. i think the tripis scheduledfornextweek. so. my mom and sister aregonnaleave on wednesday. then they'regonnabe gonefor thurs/fri and the weekend. when i asked y icouldntgo i was informed that i hadclass that i just couldnt afford to miss. (itscometo this.myparents aretellinme when i can afford and when i can not afford tomiss class.) then imlike 'doesntpushpa haveclass?'(yes, yes,her name ispushpa...yuk, yuk,laugh it up) they're leavin afterclasson wed so thatsnot a problem.turnsout that she hassomething where she can either go to classon tues/thurs bcits thesamething both days and to make a flexible sched students can pick which daytogo. (i have an uncanny feelin she made up that stuff bout the tues/thurs. theyhave the sameclasstwo days ina week to accomodateppl?? if i didntfeellikegoin to philosophy tday, wouldtheyjust have the exact sameclass onmonday to accomodate??NO!) then wheni inquireabout friday, 'thats 4thof july.' duh. (as an aside: we really gotta bringthe 'duh' backinto circulation...) so shereally doesntmiss anyclass bygoin, orsoshe claims. i checked andi didnt haveclasson that friday and sothe only class id bemissin would be psychology. all we do istakenotes inthatclass. nodoubt its interesting but i coudl get the samestufffromthebook. yest we were doin an experiment w/ lemonadeand m &m's. likepavlov'sdogs heard a bell then they were presented w/ food andtheyd salivate. so then it got to the pointwherethyed start salivatin whenthey heardthe bell. so then wewere tryna experiementbyhearin a random wordthen eatin some m &m's/drinkin lemonade tothe point ofwhere right whenweheard theword weourselveswoudlstart salivating. (my teacheraskedthe class whattheword shouldbe and somebody saidradioactive and weused that. whatadumb word. radioactive. it shouldabeensomething cool andflashy and interesting yet mysterious.....like.....siby.) but we did that for like halfanhour actually eatin/drinkin whenwe heardtheword 25 times and then havin a trial where we didnt eat it then havin 25morewhere wedid. by the 3rd trial, everybody raised their hand to say that theysailvated after hearin the word but most ppljustdid it tomakeour teacherhappy bc it was the first timeshes tried somethinglike thisinclass and everybody didntwantto dissappointher bc shes really nice and reallyperky and nobody wanted her experiementto be not have goodresults. i foundthis out after class. i in factdid salivatebut ithinkit was mainly bci knew i was supposedto and i waslookinat this blue m&m that i wasgonna pop inmymouth 5 secondslater. in between the 25 odd trials when we actually did eat/drinkshe askedif anybody had somethinginteresting or ajokeorsumthin. i seizedthe opportunity and told about what id learned in subsection the day b4( the classhas 70 ppl so wesplit up into 3sub sections onwednesdays) my teacer is south korean and haslike10xthe accentof EP. then weweretalkin bout dreams andhow many ppl in theroomand dreamedof thisandhow manyppl intheroomhaddreamed of that. then sheslike 'ha mani pepo dri a she?' we thought she was sayin ship,likehow many ppl dream of bein in a ship. so we'relike 'how many ppl dream of ships?' then sheslike 'noooo! ha mani pepo dri a SHE, like 'oh she!'' then we all understood what she wassayin 'in ameica, oni wa o too pacen dri a she. in koea abou sisdee or sebendee pacen dri a she' our whole classfound this extremely amusing and burstout laughing. 'in koea, i samwa dri a she, den dey ha la' we again mis understood her and thought she wastryna say 'logs' and didntknow why thatwouldbe such a fad inkorea. turnsout shewassayin LUCK. it was soooo funny. i toldthe story to our wholepsych class in theientervalsbtwnlike 10 trials. everybody crackedup. it wasa good day. jeeeeeeeeez. way off topic... SO i presently amnot ableto go to texas bc i have ONE class that id miss. total crap. ima seeifi can try to persaude my parents otherwise tnight. i got more to say but i just cant type w/ this stupidkeyboard w/ thestupid spacebar broken. ill catch yall lata.
quote of the day...or yesterday...or maybe wednesday: 'hamani pepo dri a she?'
life'snot fair. especially mine. mostof yoo knowhow much my parents harrass me. (ivepresently got alist of greivances inmy profile thingy but thecomplete declaration of independence is pending...) check this out: mymom's plannin ongointo texas. i didntreally catch y nor did i care. i just also heard that she wastakin my sister along too. nowthisisntoneofthose usual business trips to canada/alaska/bahamas etcwhere we all go thereand then im forcedto sit inthe hotel room bcmymoms at theactualconference and mydad lovesto watch the premiumchanels that my family is too cheap to get at home. (at leastwehave cable. dunnowhat id do w/o good ol comedy central) texas is diffbcmycousinslivethere. the last timei sawem waslike 2yrsago. ireeeely wantedtogo but my mom said no. hwvrshestakinmy ssiter. i think the tripis scheduledfornextweek. so. my mom and sister aregonnaleave on wednesday. then they'regonnabe gonefor thurs/fri and the weekend. when i asked y icouldntgo i was informed that i hadclass that i just couldnt afford to miss. (itscometo this.myparents aretellinme when i can afford and when i can not afford tomiss class.) then imlike 'doesntpushpa haveclass?'(yes, yes,her name ispushpa...yuk, yuk,laugh it up) they're leavin afterclasson wed so thatsnot a problem.turnsout that she hassomething where she can either go to classon tues/thurs bcits thesamething both days and to make a flexible sched students can pick which daytogo. (i have an uncanny feelin she made up that stuff bout the tues/thurs. theyhave the sameclasstwo days ina week to accomodateppl?? if i didntfeellikegoin to philosophy tday, wouldtheyjust have the exact sameclass onmonday to accomodate??NO!) then wheni inquireabout friday, 'thats 4thof july.' duh. (as an aside: we really gotta bringthe 'duh' backinto circulation...) so shereally doesntmiss anyclass bygoin, orsoshe claims. i checked andi didnt haveclasson that friday and sothe only class id bemissin would be psychology. all we do istakenotes inthatclass. nodoubt its interesting but i coudl get the samestufffromthebook. yest we were doin an experiment w/ lemonadeand m &m's. likepavlov'sdogs heard a bell then they were presented w/ food andtheyd salivate. so then it got to the pointwherethyed start salivatin whenthey heardthe bell. so then wewere tryna experiementbyhearin a random wordthen eatin some m &m's/drinkin lemonade tothe point ofwhere right whenweheard theword weourselveswoudlstart salivating. (my teacheraskedthe class whattheword shouldbe and somebody saidradioactive and weused that. whatadumb word. radioactive. it shouldabeensomething cool andflashy and interesting yet mysterious.....like.....siby.) but we did that for like halfanhour actually eatin/drinkin whenwe heardtheword 25 times and then havin a trial where we didnt eat it then havin 25morewhere wedid. by the 3rd trial, everybody raised their hand to say that theysailvated after hearin the word but most ppljustdid it tomakeour teacherhappy bc it was the first timeshes tried somethinglike thisinclass and everybody didntwantto dissappointher bc shes really nice and reallyperky and nobody wanted her experiementto be not have goodresults. i foundthis out after class. i in factdid salivatebut ithinkit was mainly bci knew i was supposedto and i waslookinat this blue m&m that i wasgonna pop inmymouth 5 secondslater. in between the 25 odd trials when we actually did eat/drinkshe askedif anybody had somethinginteresting or ajokeorsumthin. i seizedthe opportunity and told about what id learned in subsection the day b4( the classhas 70 ppl so wesplit up into 3sub sections onwednesdays) my teacer is south korean and haslike10xthe accentof EP. then weweretalkin bout dreams andhow many ppl in theroomand dreamedof thisandhow manyppl intheroomhaddreamed of that. then sheslike 'ha mani pepo dri a she?' we thought she was sayin ship,likehow many ppl dream of bein in a ship. so we'relike 'how many ppl dream of ships?' then sheslike 'noooo! ha mani pepo dri a SHE, like 'oh she!'' then we all understood what she wassayin 'in ameica, oni wa o too pacen dri a she. in koea abou sisdee or sebendee pacen dri a she' our whole classfound this extremely amusing and burstout laughing. 'in koea, i samwa dri a she, den dey ha la' we again mis understood her and thought she wastryna say 'logs' and didntknow why thatwouldbe such a fad inkorea. turnsout shewassayin LUCK. it was soooo funny. i toldthe story to our wholepsych class in theientervalsbtwnlike 10 trials. everybody crackedup. it wasa good day. jeeeeeeeeez. way off topic... SO i presently amnot ableto go to texas bc i have ONE class that id miss. total crap. ima seeifi can try to persaude my parents otherwise tnight. i got more to say but i just cant type w/ this stupidkeyboard w/ thestupid spacebar broken. ill catch yall lata.
quote of the day...or yesterday...or maybe wednesday: 'hamani pepo dri a she?'
18.6.03
(this is all a conscious stream of thought at 12.45 am mind yoo...) socrates once said 'know thyself.' i thought i did. no, i do. the problem is that other ppl dont 'know' me persay. my nature is to be very condescending. that's just how i am. all (make that half) of the stuff i say isnt directly intended to hurt anybody's feelings. i enjoy making fun of people. some may find this sick however i blv that only when a person recognizes their flaw(s) and is able to accept mild ridicule on account of it, it is then that they have really won the battle by not letting that flaw affect them as a person. for example, at drivers ed, i would always make fun of the girl i sat next to. we sorta know each other from before so it wasnt like making fun of a total stranger. then one day after class she asks me, 'siby y are yoo always so mean to me?' woah. see, i had no idea that she was takin it to heart. example 2: at school, this girl (who will for now go nameless...) straightened her hair and i saw her in the hall and i was like 'woah. you're hair looks pretty crappy. it looks better the way it was before.' y i said this? i dont know. its just me. did i really want to degrade this girl? no. turns out, i think i did. of course, when i did find out she thought i was being serious, i made a consious effort to compliment her on her hair more frequently w/e the circumstance to remedy past (i need some good word to stick in right here and its not comin to mind.). some ppl get all huffy bc others 'cant take a joke.' i admit that what i do/say somtimes crosses the line of just bein a joke to bein somethin else. on another branch of this, i was hittin on this girl the other day bc i was bored and she was bored and we were both just plain bored. turns out that she thought i was bein serious w/ her and when she found out that i wasnt, she was totally crushed. i felt so bad, but i found it troubling that i had no logical way of explaining myself to her. eventually i was able to work it all out but i find these sort of episodes happening more often than not. something i gotta change, or at least attempt to.
in philosophy yest we were talkin bout love, and bout different emotions we feel that are impossible to describe. for example, if i asked a person (somebody who was married, im highly skeptical if its even possible for adolescents to experience love in its fullest sense) to describe what love was like or how they knew they actually loved whomever, id get some cliche'd answers like 'i sometimes get worried when i dont know where they are and havent called', 'i like making them happy', 'i'd do anything for them at all', 'i dunno how i could live life w/o them' etc. does this accurately depict what love is? or just touch on the surface of what we feel as a result of love. so in essence, the person is not describing love but the mere byproducts of it. can anyone explain love? is it even possible? when you talk to couples who are married already mostll spit out some crap like 'it was love at first sight.' is there even such a thing as 'love at first sight?' contrary to popular belief, i don't believe there is. lust at first sight? yes. love? no. sure, its easy for any couple to say after the fact what they thought they experienced before, just like its easy for me to say the SAT was super easy AFTER i recieve my score of 1600 (hey, it could happen!). either way, i found it quite interesting that i couldnt explain something i thought i could. if yoo think yoo can adaquately define what it is, lemme know...
all around us ppl arent satisfied with their self image. if you asked a bunch of ppl if they are trying to or would like to lose 10 lbs, just about 90% (fyi: 83.4% of percentages are made up on the spot) of them would say yes. i dunno if this is just me but i really think this is a more predominant thought among women than men. women always wanna be different. different hair, different clothes, different face, different body, the list goes on and on and on. when stopping to think why somebody would want to do any of these things, most of the time it points to how ppl want to be viewed in the midst of others. my mom really wanted a diamond. she also wanted to be 100% sure that it was a real diamond and not just quartz or zirconium or anything like that. yes it makes sense that a person would want their money's worth but ppl get jewelry and tons of other stuff like that to show other ppl. my mom likes to wear this necklace w/ a diamond on it to special lectures/meetings/functions etc. y? its all just a big show. i asked her 'whats the diff btwn havin a fake diamond as opposed to a real diamond if either way ppl are gonna see it and think its real?' sorry, i digress. from self image to diamonds... anyways, society/media is to blame for the level of unsatisfaction in women these days. society puts forth that yoo have to be exactly this way to acheive anthing in life and women do all they can to be the 'perfect woman.' (my sincere apologies to any free-willed woman who does not fit into this category and is gettin more and more enraged at my generalizations) i believe it doesnt matter what yoo look like at all bc as a friend of mine so aptly put it, 'after 30-40 yrs, everybody starts to sag.' so basically what im tryna say is that it really dont matter what yoo look like at all. my parents try to make me comb my hair ever single day but i could really care less. for all of yoo who have low self esteem, here's my tip of the day for yoo: every morning when yoo wake up and look in the mirror, point a finger at yourself and say 'hey good lookin.' ya gotta be serious about it. no laughin or anything like that. (just make sure nobody sees/hears yoo of course). just try it for a week and I PROMISE your self esteem will improve drastically.
jeez. its a bit after one and i got phil/psych tmrw. word to the wise, dont take summer school, even if its free...
quote of the day: 'dear siby, i love logs AND yoo.'
in philosophy yest we were talkin bout love, and bout different emotions we feel that are impossible to describe. for example, if i asked a person (somebody who was married, im highly skeptical if its even possible for adolescents to experience love in its fullest sense) to describe what love was like or how they knew they actually loved whomever, id get some cliche'd answers like 'i sometimes get worried when i dont know where they are and havent called', 'i like making them happy', 'i'd do anything for them at all', 'i dunno how i could live life w/o them' etc. does this accurately depict what love is? or just touch on the surface of what we feel as a result of love. so in essence, the person is not describing love but the mere byproducts of it. can anyone explain love? is it even possible? when you talk to couples who are married already mostll spit out some crap like 'it was love at first sight.' is there even such a thing as 'love at first sight?' contrary to popular belief, i don't believe there is. lust at first sight? yes. love? no. sure, its easy for any couple to say after the fact what they thought they experienced before, just like its easy for me to say the SAT was super easy AFTER i recieve my score of 1600 (hey, it could happen!). either way, i found it quite interesting that i couldnt explain something i thought i could. if yoo think yoo can adaquately define what it is, lemme know...
all around us ppl arent satisfied with their self image. if you asked a bunch of ppl if they are trying to or would like to lose 10 lbs, just about 90% (fyi: 83.4% of percentages are made up on the spot) of them would say yes. i dunno if this is just me but i really think this is a more predominant thought among women than men. women always wanna be different. different hair, different clothes, different face, different body, the list goes on and on and on. when stopping to think why somebody would want to do any of these things, most of the time it points to how ppl want to be viewed in the midst of others. my mom really wanted a diamond. she also wanted to be 100% sure that it was a real diamond and not just quartz or zirconium or anything like that. yes it makes sense that a person would want their money's worth but ppl get jewelry and tons of other stuff like that to show other ppl. my mom likes to wear this necklace w/ a diamond on it to special lectures/meetings/functions etc. y? its all just a big show. i asked her 'whats the diff btwn havin a fake diamond as opposed to a real diamond if either way ppl are gonna see it and think its real?' sorry, i digress. from self image to diamonds... anyways, society/media is to blame for the level of unsatisfaction in women these days. society puts forth that yoo have to be exactly this way to acheive anthing in life and women do all they can to be the 'perfect woman.' (my sincere apologies to any free-willed woman who does not fit into this category and is gettin more and more enraged at my generalizations) i believe it doesnt matter what yoo look like at all bc as a friend of mine so aptly put it, 'after 30-40 yrs, everybody starts to sag.' so basically what im tryna say is that it really dont matter what yoo look like at all. my parents try to make me comb my hair ever single day but i could really care less. for all of yoo who have low self esteem, here's my tip of the day for yoo: every morning when yoo wake up and look in the mirror, point a finger at yourself and say 'hey good lookin.' ya gotta be serious about it. no laughin or anything like that. (just make sure nobody sees/hears yoo of course). just try it for a week and I PROMISE your self esteem will improve drastically.
jeez. its a bit after one and i got phil/psych tmrw. word to the wise, dont take summer school, even if its free...
quote of the day: 'dear siby, i love logs AND yoo.'
12.6.03
tday was pretty blah. went to psych then went to the hosp then came home to find somebody pretty pissed off w/ me... all i got is the quote of the day and the pic of the day. my summer's laughing at me...
Quote of the Day:
"When someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles to frown about it but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and punch the crap out of them."
Pic of the Day
Quote of the Day:
"When someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles to frown about it but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and punch the crap out of them."
Pic of the Day
11.6.03
ok. over this summer, for about 2 months im taking psych and philosophy. may seem like relatively easy courses but they've got tons of readings that go along w/ em. there's bout 30 ppl in phil but round 50-60 ppl in psych so every wednesday we split up into 3 groups to discuss what we heard in the lectures. tmrw we're splittin up into subsections for psychology for the first time. 4 indian chics in the class. what are the odds? we'll see. my sister's takin orgo (organic chem) and difeq (differential equations) over the summer. sucks for her. so shes always doin homework problems and studying for tests etc (she tries to ask me for help w/ math bc i took it last year but i still cant help her. cmon, i had finnell. take home tests. i didnt learn a thing at all in that class, but it was still TONS of fun) and makin me look really bad bc my parents see her workin and see me just sittin around.
mk. we have 2 comps and a laptop. my mom and dad have research funds with which they can do diff things. they can pay for a conf w/ it or buy a comp, just as long as they can say it promotes the work they do in any way. for example, they prolly wouldnt be able to buy a cell phone or a swimming pool or something to that effect. one comp is my dad's. one's my sister's that she just brought back from college. the laptop's mine. we got a comp table that i kept my laptop on but now that my sis is home, i got pushed to the chair and she gets my work table. tday i felt like sendin an email and my dad was playin freecell on his comp and my mom was makin a powerpoint for some cancer presentation shes doin on sat/sun. my sister was actually workin on my table while listening to music. (my parents highly discourage studying while listening to music. i was studying for the SAT last week while listening to the radio. multitasking of course. my thinking is that ill learn to concentrate w/ distractions making me perform better w/o the distractions. sorta like how runners practice w/ weights.) so i told her to gimme the keyboard/mouse and lemme use the comp bc she wasnt usin it. after like 5 mins i decided to try to figure out how to put up pics on this thing. then she gets all mad and tells my dad that im just foolin around and that she's tryna work and that im distracting her. my dad who wants no part of all of this succumbs to my sister. i was attempting to save what i was workin on but then my sister just takes the mouse and closes it all. so as shes takin the keyboard back, i press alt+f4 to close the media player she's usin then leave. shes still workin and the song plays for a good 10 seconds after the program's closed bc the comps pretty old. i expect her to realize the program's closed when the music stops then suck it up then turn it back on again but no. she yells out 'SIBY!!' then runs over to where i'm calmly trying to scoop myself some ice cream and continues to rant about how i closed her media player. jeez. what i go through.
Mr. Garrison: Well, your moms are just upset. They're probably all on their periods or something.
Gregory: Mr. Garrison, Wendy and I think that was a sexist statement.
Mr. Garrison: Well, I'm sorry, Wendy. But I just don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.
i dunno. i would write more but its almost one and ima head off to bed now. gnight to all.
oh, and also, read this cnn article on matrix2 screwing up the general population:
mk. we have 2 comps and a laptop. my mom and dad have research funds with which they can do diff things. they can pay for a conf w/ it or buy a comp, just as long as they can say it promotes the work they do in any way. for example, they prolly wouldnt be able to buy a cell phone or a swimming pool or something to that effect. one comp is my dad's. one's my sister's that she just brought back from college. the laptop's mine. we got a comp table that i kept my laptop on but now that my sis is home, i got pushed to the chair and she gets my work table. tday i felt like sendin an email and my dad was playin freecell on his comp and my mom was makin a powerpoint for some cancer presentation shes doin on sat/sun. my sister was actually workin on my table while listening to music. (my parents highly discourage studying while listening to music. i was studying for the SAT last week while listening to the radio. multitasking of course. my thinking is that ill learn to concentrate w/ distractions making me perform better w/o the distractions. sorta like how runners practice w/ weights.) so i told her to gimme the keyboard/mouse and lemme use the comp bc she wasnt usin it. after like 5 mins i decided to try to figure out how to put up pics on this thing. then she gets all mad and tells my dad that im just foolin around and that she's tryna work and that im distracting her. my dad who wants no part of all of this succumbs to my sister. i was attempting to save what i was workin on but then my sister just takes the mouse and closes it all. so as shes takin the keyboard back, i press alt+f4 to close the media player she's usin then leave. shes still workin and the song plays for a good 10 seconds after the program's closed bc the comps pretty old. i expect her to realize the program's closed when the music stops then suck it up then turn it back on again but no. she yells out 'SIBY!!' then runs over to where i'm calmly trying to scoop myself some ice cream and continues to rant about how i closed her media player. jeez. what i go through.
Mr. Garrison: Well, your moms are just upset. They're probably all on their periods or something.
Gregory: Mr. Garrison, Wendy and I think that was a sexist statement.
Mr. Garrison: Well, I'm sorry, Wendy. But I just don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.
i dunno. i would write more but its almost one and ima head off to bed now. gnight to all.
oh, and also, read this cnn article on matrix2 screwing up the general population:
10.6.03
stupid stupid blog didnt post my mess again. piece of crap. i had a couple of offensive, offcut, insensitive jokes. here are the ones i remember... my sincere apologies if you've heard any of these b4:
q. why did the woman cross the road?
a. who cares?! what's she doin outta the kitchen?!?
q. why cant a woman ever find some nice, gentle, caring, intelligent guys?
a. b/c they all have their own boyfriends already.
a couple of the many reasons why dogs are soo much better than women:
-Dogs don't cry
-Dogs love it when friends come over
-Dogs don't care if yoo use their shampoo
-Dogs think yoo sing great
-A dogs time in the bathroom is just for a quick drink
-Dogs don't expect yoo to call when yoO are running late. The later yoo are, the more excited dogs are to see yoo
-Dogs will forgive yoo for playing with other dogs
-Dogs don't notice if yoo call them by another dog's name
-Dogs are excited by rough play
-Dogs don't mind if yoo give their offspring away
-Dogs understand that farts are funny
-Dogs love red meat
-Dogs can appreciatge excessive body hair
-Anyone can get a good looking dog
-If a dog is gorgeous, other dogs don't hate it
-Dogs don't shop
-Dogs like it when yoo leave lots of things on the floor
-A dogs disposition stays the same all month long
-Dogs never need to examine your relationship
-A dogs parents never visit
-Dogs love long car trips
-Dogs understand that instincts are better than asking for directions
-Dogs know that all animals smaller than dogs were made to be hunted
-If a dog gets old and starts to snap at yoo constantly, yoo can shoot it
-Dogs like beer
-Dogs don't hate their bodies
-Dogs never buy Kenny G or Michael Bolton albums
-Dogs never put on 100 pounds after reaching adulthood
-Dogs never criticize
-Dogs agree that yoo have to raise your voice to get your point across
-It is legal to keep a dog chained up at your house
-Dogs don't worry about germs
-Dogs don't want to know about every other dog that yoo had
-Dogs like to do their snooping outside, not in your wallet, your pockets, or your sock drawer
-Dogs don't let magazine articles guide their lives
-A dog would rather yoo buy them a hamburger dinner than a lobster one
-Yoo never have to wait for a dog. Their ready to go 24 hours a day
-Dogs have no use for flowers, cards, or jewerly
-Dogs don't borrow your shirts
-Dogs never want foot-rubs
-Dogs enjoy heavy petting in public
-Dogs find yoo amusing when yoo're drunk
-Dogs can't talk
-Dogs aren't catty
-Dogs seldom outlive yoo
q. why did the woman cross the road?
a. who cares?! what's she doin outta the kitchen?!?
q. why cant a woman ever find some nice, gentle, caring, intelligent guys?
a. b/c they all have their own boyfriends already.
a couple of the many reasons why dogs are soo much better than women:
-Dogs don't cry
-Dogs love it when friends come over
-Dogs don't care if yoo use their shampoo
-Dogs think yoo sing great
-A dogs time in the bathroom is just for a quick drink
-Dogs don't expect yoo to call when yoO are running late. The later yoo are, the more excited dogs are to see yoo
-Dogs will forgive yoo for playing with other dogs
-Dogs don't notice if yoo call them by another dog's name
-Dogs are excited by rough play
-Dogs don't mind if yoo give their offspring away
-Dogs understand that farts are funny
-Dogs love red meat
-Dogs can appreciatge excessive body hair
-Anyone can get a good looking dog
-If a dog is gorgeous, other dogs don't hate it
-Dogs don't shop
-Dogs like it when yoo leave lots of things on the floor
-A dogs disposition stays the same all month long
-Dogs never need to examine your relationship
-A dogs parents never visit
-Dogs love long car trips
-Dogs understand that instincts are better than asking for directions
-Dogs know that all animals smaller than dogs were made to be hunted
-If a dog gets old and starts to snap at yoo constantly, yoo can shoot it
-Dogs like beer
-Dogs don't hate their bodies
-Dogs never buy Kenny G or Michael Bolton albums
-Dogs never put on 100 pounds after reaching adulthood
-Dogs never criticize
-Dogs agree that yoo have to raise your voice to get your point across
-It is legal to keep a dog chained up at your house
-Dogs don't worry about germs
-Dogs don't want to know about every other dog that yoo had
-Dogs like to do their snooping outside, not in your wallet, your pockets, or your sock drawer
-Dogs don't let magazine articles guide their lives
-A dog would rather yoo buy them a hamburger dinner than a lobster one
-Yoo never have to wait for a dog. Their ready to go 24 hours a day
-Dogs have no use for flowers, cards, or jewerly
-Dogs don't borrow your shirts
-Dogs never want foot-rubs
-Dogs enjoy heavy petting in public
-Dogs find yoo amusing when yoo're drunk
-Dogs can't talk
-Dogs aren't catty
-Dogs seldom outlive yoo
8.6.03
stupid blog didnt post my mess. this is actually from yest... went and retook the SAT tday. fun fun fun. i was forced to in an attempt to get a higher score. i was arguing w/ my parents (a pasttime of mine) about what a person's capabilities are. they were trying their level best to convince me that it is in fact possible for every single person to get a 1600. the only thing is that some people may have to 'study' (is it even possible to literally study for one of these standardized tests? its like tellin somebody yoo're gonna take an iq test tmrw bc its part of a job application (work w/ me here...) and that yoo're gonna cram all tnight. when you're faced with the question 'which word does not fit: elephant, sex, sofa, globe?' are 3-4 hours of attempting to increase how smart ppl view yoo as reeely gonna help any? sorry, i digress) more than others. 'but mom, if it was humanely possible for everybody to get a 1600 (its gonna be outta 2400 soon. 800 points for a bad-ass written out essay. ouch. have fun froshies) wouldnt more than 1-2% of the population be getting perfect scores?' 'no. people are lazy and dont want to study.' yoo see, both my parents are doctors. my mother graduated from med school second in her class of bout 5-600 ppl. and has high hopes of me doing the same. boy do i have news for yoo; no way thats happenin. how did she have a social life while studying all day i ask her. ohh. right. she didnt have a social life. she says that if she had to do it over again shed do it the same way. i for one am the total opposite. many of yoo may think that i just go home each night and study study study. i beg to differ. for the ppl who REALLY know me well, they can tell yoo that im relly just a dumbass that doesnt study much either. meh.
i went to a wedding tday, after the SAT. then after we ate ppl started dancing. there was in fact a girl i had a mind to dance w/ but sadly, my parents were there and usually get pissed if they even see me TALKING to a girl. (i kid yoo not. there have been extensive arguments about this in the past) my cousin was there though w/ me (nooo morrissey. bad, bad) and she saw ppl dancin and she wanted too also so i was like what the heck, y not. (shes 4 btw) so she stepped on my shoes while we danced. it was very cute. if yoo havent ever danced w/ somebody whos 4-5 i highly recommend it. its one of those small pleasures in life like a cop deciding not to ticket ya or makin fun of somebody.... yeah. (now for today) i just came back from my cousins' house a lil while ago. had some bbq there bc it was my uncle's bday. good times, good times. when we came home (bout 10.30) i was instructed to go straight to bed but being the rebel that i am, im online now. sadly the person i was having a pleasant conversation w/ had to leave abruptly. oh well. ill catch yall later. i leave yoo w/ the quote of the day. or should i say yesterday:
'Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I’ll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I’m gone, but you know what I’ve left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it’s head with a note that says “You.” After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.'
i had half a mind to do this to a very evil evil man aka brost bc he in fact did gimme a b for the sem when i worked so hard in the frickin class. small problem. he ran off to nd right after finals. crap. however, it is summer and summer=bliss and bliss=summer. any questions??
i went to a wedding tday, after the SAT. then after we ate ppl started dancing. there was in fact a girl i had a mind to dance w/ but sadly, my parents were there and usually get pissed if they even see me TALKING to a girl. (i kid yoo not. there have been extensive arguments about this in the past) my cousin was there though w/ me (nooo morrissey. bad, bad) and she saw ppl dancin and she wanted too also so i was like what the heck, y not. (shes 4 btw) so she stepped on my shoes while we danced. it was very cute. if yoo havent ever danced w/ somebody whos 4-5 i highly recommend it. its one of those small pleasures in life like a cop deciding not to ticket ya or makin fun of somebody.... yeah. (now for today) i just came back from my cousins' house a lil while ago. had some bbq there bc it was my uncle's bday. good times, good times. when we came home (bout 10.30) i was instructed to go straight to bed but being the rebel that i am, im online now. sadly the person i was having a pleasant conversation w/ had to leave abruptly. oh well. ill catch yall later. i leave yoo w/ the quote of the day. or should i say yesterday:
'Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I’ll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I’m gone, but you know what I’ve left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it’s head with a note that says “You.” After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.'
i had half a mind to do this to a very evil evil man aka brost bc he in fact did gimme a b for the sem when i worked so hard in the frickin class. small problem. he ran off to nd right after finals. crap. however, it is summer and summer=bliss and bliss=summer. any questions??
6.6.03
yeah, i had philosophy tday and we were pondering the question of if we really exist as we think we do. are the things we see, hear, feel, and experience all just figments of our imagination? is everyone else really there or do our minds just place them there? are we really just in a dream that we cant wake up from? and if we are really existing as we think we are, still, is what we perceive and apparently 'know' true? for example, if i see some chic and she's wearin an orange tank top. is she really wearing that tank top? is it really orange? or is that only what my mind is telling me? wow. NO, i am not getting this from the matrix2; do not go out and see it because it is extremely dissapointing. a critic speaks:
"There's an acceptable degree to how many times his ass can be shown in a movie, and that degree is either 0, or negative (negative means that Keanu Reeves' ass gets cut off, which would rule). On a side note, in case you get in an argument with a Matrix nerd cult member, the "Keanu's ass" argument always wins. It's like playing rock, paper, scissors and sucker punch to the throat. The sucker punch always wins. Don't believe me? Try it: next time a Matrix nerd starts rambling on about "Christological symbolism" and other geeky shit that nobody cares about, just say the magic words. I guarantee you'll either win the argument, or give the impression that you're an acute homophobe. Either way you win.. sort of."
what a lame-ass movie. gotta get goin from this uic comp lab...4 more days...keep your fingers crossed...
and a plug for the next best blog in the world: d3 powerhouse
"There's an acceptable degree to how many times his ass can be shown in a movie, and that degree is either 0, or negative (negative means that Keanu Reeves' ass gets cut off, which would rule). On a side note, in case you get in an argument with a Matrix nerd cult member, the "Keanu's ass" argument always wins. It's like playing rock, paper, scissors and sucker punch to the throat. The sucker punch always wins. Don't believe me? Try it: next time a Matrix nerd starts rambling on about "Christological symbolism" and other geeky shit that nobody cares about, just say the magic words. I guarantee you'll either win the argument, or give the impression that you're an acute homophobe. Either way you win.. sort of."
what a lame-ass movie. gotta get goin from this uic comp lab...4 more days...keep your fingers crossed...
and a plug for the next best blog in the world: d3 powerhouse
5.6.03
what am i supposed to post on this thing? why did i get one of these in the first place? i dunno. right now ima try to get a quote up daily and my away messgae for the day? (mk, i know its gay, yes yes) if ya got any ideas/stuff ya want to stick up or want me to stick up here, just lemme know. for all the ppl who dont know, a lil bit about me:
name: siby samuel (SR/male/illinois)
nicknames: sib, sibs, double-s, sibster, sibmeister, sibling, sibuel, siby-kuta, and bubs
school: fenfen
hobbies: makin ppl laugh or at least smile and the all time favorite, pissing off teachers
email: findsiby@hotmail.com
AIM sn: sibysamuel (yes, i know its soo original)
anything else?: my parents are psycho
"i taught a stats course and i let the students make up their own surveys, and yoo know, all their questions were about drugs and sex and...south park"
mad at brost. really mad. like shotgun to head mad. he didnt grade our rough drafts and then tore apart my final draft. then gave a 275 q final that i soo did not finish. i HAD an a for the sem b4 this paper/final now, no way in hell. pissed off? yes. worst thing in the world? no. am i in school anymore? am i finished with all my finals? do i have a personal fanclub? am i in summer school? YES, YES, YES, YES, YES! wait...on that last one...
name: siby samuel (SR/male/illinois)
nicknames: sib, sibs, double-s, sibster, sibmeister, sibling, sibuel, siby-kuta, and bubs
school: fenfen
hobbies: makin ppl laugh or at least smile and the all time favorite, pissing off teachers
email: findsiby@hotmail.com
AIM sn: sibysamuel (yes, i know its soo original)
anything else?: my parents are psycho
"i taught a stats course and i let the students make up their own surveys, and yoo know, all their questions were about drugs and sex and...south park"
mad at brost. really mad. like shotgun to head mad. he didnt grade our rough drafts and then tore apart my final draft. then gave a 275 q final that i soo did not finish. i HAD an a for the sem b4 this paper/final now, no way in hell. pissed off? yes. worst thing in the world? no. am i in school anymore? am i finished with all my finals? do i have a personal fanclub? am i in summer school? YES, YES, YES, YES, YES! wait...on that last one...
4.6.03
