Monday, March 29, 2010

Fuzz

Somehow I can never think of all the interesting things I wanted to put on my blog once I actually get to writing a post. I'm going to pick my brain and type out whatever happens to float across it...

It's my new goal to eat mola mola. It's the heaviest known bony fish in the world. I'm not sure if there are any unbony fish, but this is the heaviest one with bones. Google it.

Today it is very foggy outside. I love to run around in the fog on the soft wet grass with barefeet. It's a lovely morning for that. Too bad I'm in school :P

We're having a fiesta today in Spanish. I accidentally left my corn muffins at home, so Daddy is bringing them to school on his way to work.

I don't like the feeling of rejection. It's especially bad 4 times over. Emory, UVA, Stanford, Northwestern...

Bell. Later alligator.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Today

School is the only place I ever feel bored. And I never feel bored even then because there's always a friend or the internet to distract me. But today... today I'm just taunting my pal August and my computer isn't next to Nicolette because we're in the library for AP Lit. so I don't really know what to do.

It always feels weird to write something creative or personal when you're in a public place. It feels like someone might be reading over your shoulder. Or at least, that's how I feel.

I am told a certain spiky green fruit known as the Durian fruit smells like rotting flesh and tastes like tapioca flavored with onion. Some guy once called it the "King of Fruits."

Saved by the bell. Later.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

7 Years


I broke a mirror last night. I hope this doesn't affect my chances of getting into Princeton.


Friday, March 12, 2010

Things That Make Me Smile

Praise for Footnotes of My Life:

"Your blog very interesting."
- ARISTIONO NUGROHO (taken from his comment on one of my posts)

There are no typos in that quote. :)

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Yearbook Migraine

I am sitting in yearbook class again. It is 10:15 a.m., five minutes before the end of the awful terrible dreadful class.


No one listens to anyone else, we waste time talking about things that could be settled in five seconds, and we get screamed at because the same things still aren't done.

WHY???

I don't know.

Here's a picture of a gigantic drain that scares the poo out of me. It looks Phtoshopped, but it's real. Look it up.




Lake Berryessa Glory Hole.