CHEEZ-IT

 I'm at the school library again, just waiting for study hall. Since, my friends pretty much ditched me and everything. Neither of them went to school and Tania said she would wait for me. Motherfuck. Anywho, you are my only companion 

now. I'm going to try and stretch out the 30 minutes I have to wait out. Just stretch them out and hope I can keep occupied until then. I would normally be at home right now, eating adobo and getting changed and ready, but my mama is taking her NCLEX exam for the 3rd time today. But now she's pretty got a kickass initiative to ace this test. I dont think I said before, but my papa got her an '08 BMW. I know right. Where the fuck is my '08 BMW. Shit. But, anyhow papa said its hers once she passes the test and has a job, for now my Auntie is using it

. Because she donated her crap, but really sexy red Camaro and is waiting to get a new car. So, pretty much my mama has to pass this test. That is if she wants to drive the car. We had a BMW in NZ too, I can tell she misses it. She wouldn't blow off this opportunity. I could tell that she was nervous this morning though. She was all snappy, and hurried and her hair was a mess, but I told her to chillax and that she'll be fine, and the she asked for a hug. I thought it was pretty weird, but whatever, as long as she pass

es this test.

Everything is pretty much determined whether or not mama passes the exam. When we get our own house, when I can get my camera, when we can go hardcore shopping, blah blah blah.

Speaking of my camera, ma papa was totally going to buy me the most beautiful DSLR over the weekend, 'cause he just got his Taaax Retuuurn. I wanted the Nikon D40.

And he was going to get it for me. But as usual, the cosmos fucked me up and didnt want that to happen. We went to Circuit City because they were closing down and had 50% off of all cameras, when we got there there was pretty much nothing left. It was like a freaking modern day Western. I think I even saw tumbleweed cross my path. The we went to Best buy and there it was, all beautiful and shiny and complicated and professional. My beautiful Nikon, but then the motherfucking guy who was "assisting" us fucked up and didnt have a battery for it so we couldnt test it out. And my papa was not getting me a camera without testing it out.

So we went to Costco which had it but it was totally a 

rip-off, $100 more than at Best Buy. Oh and I was forealz gonna sue Costco too. One of their boxes cut me, good thing I wasnt in a very "sue-ing" mood that day.

So then we went to Wal-mart and they had it for $50 cheaper, but they were out of stock. And then the same dilemma at Target.

You see, the gods dont want me to achieve my personal legend. Ha. The Alchemist.

Okay.

A day after I wrote all the rest of this post. A few things have happened since then. 

First off, I got my camera! Joy of Joys! 

So, here are some pictures from the new camera for now.

Because I dont have much time left 'cause its

 already past midnight and since this post is 

long, long overdue.

 

Thanks a bunch.

For helping me make my decision.

Thank you Claudia, Tanya, Mr Benson, Macy, Jep & Jayo.

I am now going to do track. Even though I'm still a bit reluctant. So to make up my mind, I have set up a self test. A test for myself.

See my brain still hasn't made a proper decision. I know I'm making a big huge deal about this but I don't really have anything else to talk about so you know, might as well.

Any who seeing as try-outs are tomorrow at 9 I'm just going to wake up and If I wake up on time Ill go and If I don't wake up on time I wont. Simple and straight forward.

Easy.

Oh, what do you know. I have something to talk about. I just remembered.

Anyone ever heard of Liza Phair? O' course you have. She was the indie queen in the early 90's.

Of course I wasn't alive until the third year of the early 90's. Her music is pretty much shit now though. Know that song "Why Cant I?" you knooooow.

"Whyyyy caant I breeeath wheneverIthinkaboutyou" 

Yeah, she sings that.

Well I read this book and it mentioned one of her first songs "Flower" on it, and I kinda had to check it out. I found it easily enough, right here.

I don't know why but I like it. Its perverted in every way and I like it. 

No. Shut up.

Uhm. There's this guy in 8th period. He's 18 and has a tattoo and has really nice gray eyes and really full lips. If you clicked the link, you would know what I'm talking about when I say that his lips are "a perfect suck me size". Lolololol. What I'm trying to say here folks is that this guy is cute. He's always going on about my lips too. Saying they're big. They're not even big. Just red, and kinda pouty, 'cause of the braces I had. Any who I always catch him looking over my way, and Im getting sick of it. I say to him "What you want a staring contest?" So he faces my way, and I raise my eyebrow. 

Oh, Its on.

We were allowed to blink in this contest. Just weren't allowed to look away. 

I think we ended up staring at each other for around a minute, not saying anything, just the occasional chuckle here and there. 

The chick sitting next to him, she says "you guys like each other or something? Cause I'm seeing a connection."

I'm sure she was joking. I just laughed it off and gave him one last stare.

I don't even like him.

He's just very handsome.

I went to Walgreens, and I saw this guy I knew from Financial Literacy in the first semester there. He worked there, I suppose and was taking a break. He looked like he'd aged 10 years or so. He recognized me. I heard a faint wolf whistle when I walked in the doors and passed him. I was just like whatevs though. I was feeling kinda pissy.

Oh shiiit. I'm listening to "White Rabbit" right now. This song is just so amazing. I don't think Ill ever need to take any type of drug EVER. All I need is this song. Heh. That book I read has a funny bit with this song. Harry Vance sings "Remember what the dormouse said GIMME HEAD, GIMME HEAD" instead of "Feed your head". ha ha. 

ha.

There's no sound for the first few seconds.

I think Ive run out of things to talk about.

This post was nonsense anyway.

Much love,

ina

Wont you help a brother out?

I've lost a bit of weight from soccer.
I started out 115 pounds and I'm now 108.
But now that soccer is over I'm expecting those 7 pounds back within the next 2 weeks.
I don't really want them back, they can go and dance around all 7 pound-y somewhere else. But I don't really want to exercise anymore either. Soccer was fun, it was fun, but it was tiring. I don't regret doing it, but I did regret doing it after trying to run the track in 1 minute 30 seconds. I did regret doing it when I could taste copper in the back of my throat, and I did regret doing it after I got badass cramps. In the long run though, after a killer 1 loss,1 tie season. I do not regret it.

I do not want to run long distance any more, and have aching muscles anymore, and taste copper any more.
But I still kind of do.
See, the soccer coaches think I'm pretty fast. Coach Chatman even talked to the track coach, Coach T and invited her out to one of the practices to see me run around and chase the ball. She came and talked to me and suggested that I should do 400 metre and 800 metre and long distance running, you know, because soccer is a running sport.
She talked to me as if I was in track already, and this got me pretty excited.
I jogged past the coaches and Coach Angel was all ass like and said "Oooh Katrina. Did you just get recruited?"
I was like "lmao, I guess"

Track tryouts are on Saturday. I don't know if I should do it. Because I just feel too lazy to do anything right now. But I want to do sprints and I want to do hurdles. Also, I want to keep those 7 pounds OFF.
Plus they have killer hoodies, the track team does.

 
I don't want to run too much though. I don't like running for ages. I don't want to run up the mountain, I don't want to have to go to tryouts again without knowing anyone. I don't want to run and make myself hurt. I wouldn't fit in with all those tall chicks who wear the shortest short shorts for what reason, I wouldn't have a clue.

I want those killer hoodies.

C'mon. 

Help a brother out.

ina

How fucking hard is it to watch some rubgy?!

After a good 15 minutes of trolling Youtube I found Charlie the Unicorn 2, Interview Fail (which was epic btw), "Do You Know" by Enrique, and Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit".

But most importantly I remembered how fond I actually am of Rugby Union.

You know, after watching this.

And I thought to myself "How did I miss this? Oh! That's right. I live in America. Rugby is not big over here!"

No duh Ina.

No fraking duh.

But anywho, I am determined to be watching the All Black kick some ass this year.

DETERMINED.

Goodbye.

My mama is ordering me to make rice.

Truly Asian,

ina

LMAO.

 

I suppose

I suppose I should be upstairs cleaning my room, that looks like a hurricane passed through it twice, then came back a third time just in case it didn't leave enough of a mess.

I suppose I should be cleaning my room instead of sitting here eating the dry roasted & salted pistachios we got from fresh & easy.

I suppose I should go to the bathroom now that I really need to pee.

I suppose I should quit telling people I need to pee.

I suppose I shouldn't really feel peeved at my brother for having his friend over for 2 hours more than intentionally planned.

I suppose I should be doing something more productive than waiting for the videos on my phone to be uploaded onto the laptop.

I suppose I should put all those videos I took together and start preparing them for you guys to see.

I suppose I should stop saying I suppose because its really starting to get annoying.

ew ew ew.

I just stumbled upon an old friends bebo profile. 

It is ridiculous.

I swear to God.

I will not be like that if I ever get a boyfriend when I turn 32. 

Never ever.

Euck.

Gosh Darn it. 

I suppose I should get a life. 

I heard they're pretty cheap on eBay.

mad love to your face.

:P

ina

 

I've decided that I like to post videos. So I made one right now.

You don't have to watch it, really you don't.

And theres another one. 

Im just slowly going to post random videos from my phone up one by one. It'll be fun.

Here's one of me using my phone as a mirror and doing my hair on the bus.

Enjoy!

Algebra I

Sucks motherfucking ass.
I'm in the somputer lab right now, supposed to be practicingmy math.
Well, you know what I say?
I say FUCK IT.
Fuck this shit.
I hate this class.
hate it with a passion.
Burn in hell Algebra.

See some FUN!

I took this like 10 mins ago.

Watch it you guys, seriously. I will love you forever.

I already do

ina

oh fuck

I realized no one can even watch this.

Oh well. Thats blows.

I don't even like to do these things.

And it looks like I'm not going to be.

Not right now anyway. you see, Macy tagged me, and I cant seem to copy and paste it properly. I was going to do it, and I will. I AM LETTING YOU KNOW.

My cousin has a boyfriend. Well shes not really a cousin. Shes my cousins daughter, which would make her my niece. She's the same age as I am, only 20 years days older, so its easier to call her cousin. Anyway, she has a boyfriend. They met over an online game I heard, maybe WOW, or I heard it was Ragnarok or something. I don't know. He's not actually in the same country as her, so I suppose its a "long-distance relationship". I didn't hear from her that she had a brand spankin' new BF either. I thought us two, I though we were tight. But I guess when she moved to California and abandonededed me she didn't feel the need to be buddies anymore. Always playing that damn Ragnarok. 

hahaha.

I had a reason for this post, I swear.

Just bear with me here folks.

So my point is that her mama and grandparents are strict also. You know, typical Filipino parents. So I wonder how she can be so bad ass like that. I don't even begin to think how I could ever do that. I WANT TO. I want to stop being such a square and defy something for once. I mean, shit, I'm doing everything my parents way and they still aren't happy with me.

Why the fuck listen to them now right? 

They keep me at home.

Either say no or make me feel guilty if I even ask to go out with friends or go to a party or anything like that. 

I'm so used to it I don't even ask them any more. I don't ask if I can go see a movie with some buddies, a movie that I really want to watch, like Coraline. I have to make up excuses to not go to a quinceneara beforehand. I cant even give a mate my home phone number, too scared that someone other than me would answer that phone and bomb me with questions and yell at me for nothing.

My point, now that I've remembered it, is why can't I walk out of the house and ask a friend to pick me up so we can hang out?

Why can't I call my friend to talk to her about pointless shit I don't really care about?

Why can't I have a boyfriend I lie to my parents about, hold hand with in the hallway and make-out with in between class periods?

Why can't I suck it up.

HELP ME.

I'm going to lose this shit I swear.

ina

I made it work!

Huzzah!

I made the webcam work FINALLY.

Now you can hear a person talk, sheezus.

Oh freaking great. Now it wont upload.

Geez. The cosmos just arent liking me today.

So heres a trial run.

and heres the one I meant to upload.

Hopefully THIS works.

Aaaand it doesnt. Typical. Im uploading it to youtube then. Its not actually a great video, not even at all, I just want to put it on here. For no reason.

Yeah. I dont know.

Here it is.

OH my GOD!

Yeah Yeah Yeahs are coming out with a new album! 

Oh God oh God oh God.

It's Blitz!

Thats what its called. Brilliant ae.

Faaark.

I am excited. I am. I really really am. 

^-^

I will now go off on a quest to find their new single Zero coming out April 6.

Wish me luck amigos.

Pray for me.

ina

Success!

I know this isnt 7 minutes later. Probably more an hour?

But I went cuhrazzyy on photobucket.

Insane!

Lookee!

Now, this is my first attempt at editing vanity so don't be too cruel. Plus, it was a bored attempt, not a serious attempt.

Oh, know what? I don't even care.

Yeah.

Suck it.

Much ado about nothing.

It is President's day and I am bored bored bored.

Oh me, oh my. I don't know what it is about musicals but I just seem to have a weakness for them.

Like this one number on Chicago

What the fudge?!

The font keeps changing. So does the size.

Urgh. Oh look. It just keeps getting bigger.

And bigger.

And bigger.

And even bigger still!

Hmph. I think I'll stop now before the letters start walking by themselves on the kitchen floor.

Until I get bored again, so, in 7 minutes.

ina.

Hehehe.

Doesn't it just look wonderful?

No? 

Well then, fuck you.

Juuust kidding. I was just giving the ol blog a little make-over, because I was bored, and didn't feel like blogging. 

Unfortunately there's some words en espanol on the top right hand corner, and the titles are all lowercase. Oh well.

You can't have everything. Which is typical.

I'm sick of complaining about my parents. They're taking over my life, but I have reason to complain. So, again, it's a bit ironic.

I don't even know what I'm saying. Perhaps I'm distracted by my Mama right there asking me if I need tutoring for the proficiency's. Or Jorge reading something off of The Bible out loud. Maybe its Zac's fart.

I was supposed to go to practice today, even though its Presidents day. But of course, my papa didnt want me to go. Because he's super supportive like that.

im going.

Suck It.

I am fucking pissed. I am fucking pissed.

So here I am, rediscovering the amazing Evermore, and I am dying to dowload their album Real Life. Just freaking dying. And I'm pretty much a few clicks away from downloading it, but the computer asks me for the password. So I type in my mamas computer password. It was "New York" I don't know why, my mamas a dreamer I suppose. So, I type that in but it says its invalid. So I type it again, thinking "motherfuck she better not have changed it". Oh but she did.

Motherfucking typical. 

Typical typical typical typical mama.

Always out to get me.

Always motherfucking out to get me.

Evermore will have to wait. The Humes brothers will have to wait. No matter how motherfucking desperate I am.

SHIT!

You crushed my spirit Mama.

I don't know.

I was recording a video for this blog, for the 4th time, because the other 3 didnt work on PhotoBooth.

This one was definitely working, but mama crushed my spirit.

I was all happy, and perky, and cheerful, and Hooray! Then mama came out of her bedroom and crushed my spirit.

She said 

-Ga unsa man ka. What are you doing.

*Nothing Mama, just watching something.

-Naa kay gi storyahan? Are you talking to somebody?

*No, I'm just recording something.

-Well saba ka kaayo. Ga on ang TV unya banha pud kaayo imong tingong. Unya ga pa tulog ko ni Zac. Well its very noisy. The TV is on and its too loud and your voice is loud too. I'm trying to get Zac to sleep. 

*Ok Mama.

She goes back to her room and back to our crying Zac.

She wasn't being a bitch, but I just didnt feel like being happy, and perky, and cheerful, and Hooray! anymore.

It's okay though.

It's more interesting to read something when the someone writing it is sad.

But my video was fun. It was fun.

I'll try to be perky tomorrow.

ina

I just love

how epic Chuck Norris is.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

Chuck Norris counted to infinity. Twice.

Chuck Norris' heart beats once a month.

When Chuck Norris falls into water, he doesn't get wet. Water gets Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris grinds coffee with his own teeth and boils the water with his own rage.

Chuck Norris' calender goes from March 31st straight to April 2nd. No one fools Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris doesn't have a "ctrl" button on his computer. Chuck Norris is always in control.

When Chuck Norris gives you the finger, he's telling you how many seconds you've got left to live.

Chuck Norris likes to knit sweaters in his spare time. And by "knit" I mean "kick, and by "sweaters" I mean "babies".

This is me copying myself.

I told you I would blog didn't I? Didn't I?

Fuck yes, I did.

You best believe I keep my promises hamie.

Best believe it.

Anywhoooo. I'm having a pointless motherfucking conversation, and I'm bored. 

So, I've decided  I have assured myself that I need to blog about something, and that something will be my mood today. 

The first half of the day was A-okay. I was feeling fine, not too disappointed with the 0-0 tie against Rancho the day before, after our "technically undefeated" season. Not finally, we have 3 more games still, but its we are going to remain "technically undefeated". I was fine with there being a substitute teacher in place of Symmonds The Great for English this morning. I was still radiating with joy after I found out I got all of my credits back the other day because my "transcript" from NZ had finally gotten approved after a 6 week vacation being pondered over at some grey building in California. I was all good with taking an Algebra Prognosis or whatchamacalit test again, because I actually knew how to do the work. I was perfectly okay sitting on the floor in the showers of the girls' locker room with Thing 1, Thing 2, Laura, Giselle and some other chick taking notes on Hockey. 

At least, I think I was fine.

It was in Period 7 that I started feeling kind of, really, hecka, down. Motherfuckingshitofaclass Period 7.

Period 7 Photography 1. 

Where Miss motherfucking Jensen is. 

Miss Jensen the uptight 28 yr old whore chick who is insanely uptight/conceited/self-centered/egotistical/self-important/full of ones self and who somehow almost make everything about herself. Even when she says she's "thinking about the students" it is still certainly most obvious that she is thinking about herself. When she is talking about the film developing process she is talking about her pictures back in high-school where she took killer pictures and won contest.

Blah blahblah Blah SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Shit, she pisses me off so bad. I swear. FUCK. I hate that class! 

But I'm thinking that you need to take photography to be a photojournalist.

I was pissed. What with Candy Cane Student Council girl with the Juicy Couture bag going "OHEMGHEEEE *whinny like a horse" every 7 fucking seconds and other shit going on around me. I was annoyed with everyone. They were annoying. I wanted to die, I swear I did. If I still was in that mood right now I would say "I don't want attention, I just want to die"

But I'm not in that mood right now. 

No siree. 

Hmph. What else should I blog about?

Oh! I know.

So, I've got Health for the 2nd semester right. Where you learn about peer pressure, and your health triangle, and saying hell no, and watching movies like Super-Size Me. Oh, and where you get a bright blue form for your parents to sign agreeing that the teachers may teach, uhm, Sex Ed. LOLOLOL. So, I just kinda left the form there on the kitchen bench, you know, to avoid any sort of awkwardness, but I still kinda got it. My mama was all like "Well this is important Ate, you know you can get pregnant at 15 right?" and I'm o all like "woah woah woooah! Chillax mama, let me have a boyfriend first or at least allow me out of the house. Chilllaaaaax" 

Whats funny though is, my mama worked in a maternity clinic back when we were in the Philippines, and there were life sized molds of certain parts of the male and/or female anatomy. By the time I was 6 I could point them out and say "That is a penis!", "That is a vagina!".

And she expects me not to know about the birds and the bees.

Pfft.

Oh hey! remember Skippy? Do yah, do yah, do yah? Well, remember Rayshawn? Her not-so-secret admirer. Yes well, SKippy walked into him the other day and he gave her a peck on the cheek. And then yesterday she walked into him again andhe insisted on walking with her around the school asking for Skippy to give him a kiss. Skippy was like "Noooo. Don't be stupid". He gave her another peck on the cheek.

Skippy finds Rayshawn annoying.

Hrm.

I have more to say now that I don't have time.

Typical.

The parents are home. I must go to sleep.

Until next time, friends.

ina

 

Hello Sir!

I have decided, that I'm going to Brown University.

I have also decided that I want a Moped, real bad.

I've decided that there are 3 potential crushes and that 1 is definitely forbidden. xP

I've decided that I really, really want a turtle.

I've decided that 17 is the age to be.

So, that's that.

I've been slack when it comes to the blog. Well, shit, thats my bad. Sorry.

I don't know what to blog about. 

Uhrm. Uuuuhhrm.

Hmmm.

Hey!

Want to see some photos?

Okey Dokey.

This is Gina & I

This is me in the hallway

This is Tania & I

This was going to be the plagiarism of Dr. Seuss

And this? This is one that I loved. x)

Eurgh.

Parents are home.

I promise to blog...

A big FAT promise.

:)

mucho amo

ina