If you're going to get knocked up, use the good stuff!

As the title may suggest, my blog is ordinary. I can't write everyday as that would probably bore my audience to death. Instead, I've resolved to only blog when I have something remotely interesting (and not mean) to say. p.s. my entire right leg and foot is asleep at the moment. It's really annoying and kind of painful but not really?


I'd first like to mention that I have removed captcha from the comments at the suggestion of Rich. I didn't know I could remove that, so sorry for not doing that before. Hopefully commenting will be less of a hassle now.


I spent most of my day chilling with Staci (in spite of impending college deadlines). We went to rent movies at Redbox where on display on the poster next to the box was the movie The Human Centipede. When I got home, I was on youtube and one of the featured videos was the trailer so I clicked on it. If you are a gentle soul, do NOT watch the trailer! Let me just say, I have never seen anything in my entire life that has made me more uncomfortable. I couldn't even finish watching it.  This movie (of at the very least the trailer) is demented, sick, and disturbing; I can't imagine anybody enjoying it.


Anyhow, back to my day with Staci. We ending up opting to watch The Joneses, which believe me was much more enjoyable than any movie involving centipedes, human or not. For those that haven't heard of it, the premise of the movie is that there's a fake family, the Joneses, that poses as the perfect family in order to sell products. They push products such as cars, furniture, perfume, etc. It wasn't until the very end that Staci and I noticed that the movie was in fact pushing products to the viewer. We had just been talking about what a turn off it is when you see something in a movie and know some company paid big bucks to have it featured (ex. Kellogg's cereal on the table, etc). Well, the irony is that while the movie is saying how false item advertising is bad, the producers are doing that very thing through the movie. There were many moments during the movie in which I thought to myself wow, I wish I had that, or wouldn't it be great to have that job? The movie doesn't sugar coat with false brands and labels like Snapshot (aka Facebook), but rather advertise real company names like Dell, Audi, etc. If you've seen the movie or plan to, just think about it; it's really irony at its finest :P


Because we're bums and broke, we went to the dollar store today (where I got an amazing new lint roller!). I bought a few things (if you think you're going to go into a dollar store and save, you are sorely mistaken), but what I found most interesting was the medical section:

On sale were ovulation predictors?!?! Oh, and just in case the $1 ovulation test was faulty, you can pick up a pregnancy test to check out if you're preggers. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't trust a $1 pregnancy test. My personal opinion:

If you're going to get knocked up, use the good stuff!

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There is. It's called captcha

I was planning to blog earlier, but I literally just got home and finished eating dinner. I stayed after, and didn't leave yearbook until 7:25.

In fact, I've spent over 13 hours this week after school putting it together with Karen and Holly :O I don't know why I do it, or if I even like it, but truth be told, it gives me a sense of purpose. I like to think that someday someone will look at their yearbook, and think on these years with kind hindsight. They won't remember the embarrassing moments, like the time they slipped in the hallways (2x in one day), or that time they weren't prepared for an oral and made a fool of themselves. They'll only remember the good times, like that time they won an award, or made a lifelong friend. A lot of people accomplish great things in high school; it's just nice knowing that 50 years down the road, I'll have tangible evidence of my efforts. The yearbook is proof that I did something with my time.

Yearbook order forms will soon be out. I will post all information on our facebook page, or if you would prefer, I could post some of the bigger announcements on my blog :P Just say the word.

Anyhow, it's time for my vitamins again, in addition to my meds:

The tiny white pills, my methimazole disintegrate on contact with my mouth, and it sucks. It's like having to taste feet every day. And I know disgusting: last month, during a sleepy stupor, I managed to put lotion on my toothbrush, and actually attempt to brush my teeth with said toothpaste-poser...ew

Enough said, moving on to my view of life:

It is said that friends come and go. None more so, than those in period 2 study. At times it feels as though the entire school is clustered into the cafeteria, and other days, it's just me...

Well, being who I am, I have made some new friends :) Without further ado, meet my Hispanic (mostly) Buddies!

To the left is Gabriel. Though he's only taking Spanish 4H, he's much better than me at Spanish, so I ask him for help with my homework. He's really nice and strangely studious. Of all the kids in study (myself included), he's the only one who pulls out homework and works on it everyday. It's ridiculously admirable. Imagine if the Asians (and Jews) of our school could channel that kind of focus, we'd beat out Thomas Jefferson in a heartbeat.

To the right is DJ (not Mojica). He's only 15, but he's more than 8 inches taller than me. As he puts it, he's a mutt mutt; 3 different races on each side, including Hispanic, Italian, etc. He's really sweet; yesterday he rode on his bike to Shoprite especially to get his mom a birthday present. I sort of bother him in study, but I don't think he minds. He's friends with Louis, my other new Hispanic friend. He left with Ms. McQuade today, so unfortunately I don't have a picture of him.

Yesterday, during lunch, Greg Parry came over to the table and dumped a ridiculous number of forks and spoons onto the table. Ishan then proceeded to stuff all of them into Aaron's backpack. It was funny, but I didn't expect it to happen again...

Today, Greg once again walks over to the table and unloads all these forks and spoons:

 <- note spoons

Turns out, that this is all in protest of the school's having charged him $5 to buy a new ID. According to him, he's been doing this for about a week now. I can sympathize though, because one time when I was particularly frustrated with the school, I stole a few sheets of paper from a ream of paper by the mountain of paper near the cafeteria. It sort of felt satisfying because it was nice paper (really long and thick). However, I ended up using it for signs at the activity fair, so I guess I returned it in a sense.

In Spanish class, this was carved into the desk I was sitting at:

Either it's a really creative play on words, in which case it's very punny, or the person couldn't spell marijuana properly. In any case, I thought it was kind of funny. Speaking of funny, we were "discussing the reading" in groups, when Michelle brought up the Harry Potter tests going around on facebook. I then mentioned how I had taken a test to see if I was asian (turns out I'm 0% asian, and a gui lo at that; it was news to me), which inspired Hansin to ask, "I wonder if there's is a test to see if you're human?" Whereupon Michelle responded,

"There is. It's called captcha"

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