Friday - school, bleh, and youth symphony rehearsal
Saturday - laying around in bed for half of the day because i was too dizzy to get up; went to Longs and Caesars to get hair dye and my tux, and picked up my new glasses. Went star gazing with Ray and Glacen and Matt.
Sunday - Daniel picked me up and we went to the Hilton for the Na Mele Concert. Rehearsal for like ten million hours, and then tried to do some homework, while Karen, Gavin, and Nessah killed my battery T_T it was really fun though, I liked it. :) Ryan tried to teach my Chinese … LOL. but it was a fail… ni hao~. Well that didn’t finish till like 8:30pm. effff.
Monday- woke up sick~ stayed home finishing up homework.
"How does the natural and supernatural events which contribute to the mood in this scene relate to your study of the Elizabethan notion of the ordered universe?"
(btw for an English teacher, he has horrible fxcking grammar)
[corrected: How does the natural and supernatural events, which contribute to the mood in this scene, relate to your study of the Elizabethan notion of the ordered universe?] —dumbass.
anyway, if i recall correctly, we did not even discuss this in class; so why would he give us a question like that. That just shows his incompetence to actually teach what he wanted to teach us, or even stay on track with his lessons, which quite frankly, are all fxcking retarded, because it does not relate whatsoever to what we should be doing.
he’s like not even my brother, but I won’t get into my whole back story; if you know then you know.
but seriously, he can take care of his own goddamn self, why the fuck does he have to pester me while I’m taking a goddamn shower just to ask “where’s mom? did you see her?” … STFU CALL HER YOURSELF DUMBASS.
AND THEN. well before that actually~ my mom brings home blazin’ steaks for dinner (<3) and then she buys one plate that’s worth two apparently. o_O and says to share with my brother.
but i barely eat like half anyway, so i put it away; whatever.
SO just a few minutes ago, my brother asks “did you eat dinner already?” me: “yeah.” him: “so, I can eat the whole plate then?” me: “…yeah.”
-___- seriously, what the fxck. that shouldn’t be healthy. that is like one and a half plates of steak and rice. that’s disgusting.
you have no fxcking right to tell me that in front of the class, with all of your stupid side remarks to me that you think I can’t hear, but I can fxcking hear them all you mother fxcker. I wanted to just punch your face, but you’d probably do some weird ass ninja shit and jump over the desk to just fall flat on your face.
It’s really bad when I tell you straight up “Someone needs to GET THE FXCK OUT.” with a straight face on. FXCK.
So you told me you wanted to hang out with me, and then you end up bailing on me. FINE you had to clean the house, whatever; but seriously, you go to the one place you said you didn’t want to go, and end up going out, and I don’t even know.
I don’t know if I can believe you at all.
And I don’t even know why I care this much about it, but whatever.
a fxcking samofxckingan almost banged my car today -_-
who the hell speeds into a taking a right turn into a goddamn packed parking lot -- FXCKING SHEEET. that was a really close call… BUT LUCKILY Asians are smarter than Samoans, so I was able to save mine an my mom’s life. :)