...miss understood...
oooh quote from dinner:
Father: mrs. doey also says that they will give a math book to you ella, and you too edo.
Me: all RIGHT! I'm the only one without a math book!
Father: you're hopeless.
well, there you have it folks, i'm hopeless. all my hopes and dreams fulfilled right there.
in other news:
- i have to write my history paper
- i have to figure out some more math
- i have to (onononono) survive this recital
- i have to run a 5k tomorrow, in class and with no friend-wise support
- i have to survive
- i have to deal with the fact that life is not a vcr (damn!)
- i have to put on a happy face
cuz there's....NO PEOPLE LIKE SHOW PEOPLE THEY SMILE WHEN THEY ARE LOW....
ehem. although i am kind of proud of the fact that, through all my years of dance, no matter how sucky i am, or how ugly/embarassingly terrible the dance is, i was always the only one smiling, always won the "only person in the whole room with a performance face" contests etc...
constant "everyone smile! like noam..." and stuff.
but i hate fake smiles. even though my parents always tell me that i look like i am fake-smiling, i never am. i always think of something fun or cool to have in mind so that its natural. hate those full of teeth neck clenching cheek murdering smiles. genuine all the way. eh, murders your cheeks anyways.
i will survive the next few weeks. because even if i get up every morning not wanting to get out of bed (guaranteed), and stay up late wanting to just leave NOW but no, still more hwk and studying and crap, even if i want to just stop right there and give the hell up, i will get through it because i always do and everyone always does and my life really, is quite easy. sorry that i always complain...hehe tough for you! (...) i always want to stop and give up, go to sleep, leave uni, leave friends, etc. actually i am kind of exaggerating. but anyways, i never do. i remember countless nights this year when i just would not keep going, i could not. but i did. obviously. so i guess i will. thats reassuring enough for me.
and just think. we are almost done with this hell they call junior year. its had its good times. but i won't say it hasn't lived up to its claim-to-fame. and by that i mean murderous depressing frustrating yucky bad bad bad times. (silly noam and her terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. )
after that there is summer. and i don't care about the stress it will hold and the doramas it surely will host, it is summer. and its happy. don't tell me you don't like summer weather because i will murder you because it is good. yay. no more yuck. and best of all...after drivers ed....i can...SLEEP IN. w00t. *sigh*
oh btw big show. was AWESOME. i loved it. it was hilarious. i laughed a lot. really laughed.
do long division
bye everyone!
P.S. catch any subliminal messages?
P.P.S. there were more than one. k? i really think so.
Father: mrs. doey also says that they will give a math book to you ella, and you too edo.
Me: all RIGHT! I'm the only one without a math book!
Father: you're hopeless.
well, there you have it folks, i'm hopeless. all my hopes and dreams fulfilled right there.
in other news:
- i have to write my history paper
- i have to figure out some more math
- i have to (onononono) survive this recital
- i have to run a 5k tomorrow, in class and with no friend-wise support
- i have to survive
- i have to deal with the fact that life is not a vcr (damn!)
- i have to put on a happy face
cuz there's....NO PEOPLE LIKE SHOW PEOPLE THEY SMILE WHEN THEY ARE LOW....
ehem. although i am kind of proud of the fact that, through all my years of dance, no matter how sucky i am, or how ugly/embarassingly terrible the dance is, i was always the only one smiling, always won the "only person in the whole room with a performance face" contests etc...
constant "everyone smile! like noam..." and stuff.
but i hate fake smiles. even though my parents always tell me that i look like i am fake-smiling, i never am. i always think of something fun or cool to have in mind so that its natural. hate those full of teeth neck clenching cheek murdering smiles. genuine all the way. eh, murders your cheeks anyways.
i will survive the next few weeks. because even if i get up every morning not wanting to get out of bed (guaranteed), and stay up late wanting to just leave NOW but no, still more hwk and studying and crap, even if i want to just stop right there and give the hell up, i will get through it because i always do and everyone always does and my life really, is quite easy. sorry that i always complain...hehe tough for you! (...) i always want to stop and give up, go to sleep, leave uni, leave friends, etc. actually i am kind of exaggerating. but anyways, i never do. i remember countless nights this year when i just would not keep going, i could not. but i did. obviously. so i guess i will. thats reassuring enough for me.
and just think. we are almost done with this hell they call junior year. its had its good times. but i won't say it hasn't lived up to its claim-to-fame. and by that i mean murderous depressing frustrating yucky bad bad bad times. (silly noam and her terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. )
after that there is summer. and i don't care about the stress it will hold and the doramas it surely will host, it is summer. and its happy. don't tell me you don't like summer weather because i will murder you because it is good. yay. no more yuck. and best of all...after drivers ed....i can...SLEEP IN. w00t. *sigh*
oh btw big show. was AWESOME. i loved it. it was hilarious. i laughed a lot. really laughed.
do long division
bye everyone!
P.S. catch any subliminal messages?
P.P.S. there were more than one. k? i really think so.
