Relief.

APs ARE OVER!! Omgggg, I can finally breathe now, guys. Beyond happy, haha.
I have so much time to do nothing now. It's pretty fun, & now I finally feel like a normal kid. (=
Especially compared to the kids at my school... no offense. Actually, I do mean it. They're stupid jackass slackers who wonder why I get good grades. Wanna know the answer? Maybe it's cause I actually TRY in school. It's not like this happens to me naturally. Jeez.

First update in a while due to a very busy schedule.
So I've composed a list of topics I've wanted to talk about.

My schedule for figuring my summer has been beyond crazy this month. Ughh, I'm tired of losing out on hella shit for it. Just cause I didn't go to the second to last dance class, I've now been placed in the fucken BACK of that piece. It probably sounds like I deserve it, but was it really my fault if the teacher moved the class day three days ahead of time when I already had a scheduled summer internship orientation a MONTH ahead of time? I think NOT. Ughh, &it's the only goddamn piece I like. I better get this fucken internship for it.

And I'm tired of having the worst friends ever. Never dependable. Never available. Never wanna hear my words. Never listen. Why the hell am I friends with these people?

I HATE TODAY'S WEATHER. It's hot and sunny. I'm at home due to no car & lame friends. I hate all this shit. Wanna get outta this stupid city & move on to college.

Three of the most awkward moments.
1. When you trip on the sidewalk in public when you're alone. It's not like you can laugh it off with a friend, especially not yourself. Plus, you gotta keep walking like nothing happened when the people around you know you reacted in your head. Haha.
2. When two people reach down to grab the same thing & end up bumping heads. Cause not only does it look especially weird & hurt, but it's just awkward.
3. When you're on the bus talking to friend on the phone, or just talking to a friend on the bus. Then all of a sudden they leave you & you were the only two people on the bus talking. Cause now the bus is awakrdly silent and the people around you are like "Chyeah, now you're a loner." But we all know no one is a loner like that... hopefully.

More couples never talk again than stay friends when they breakup. Why does that happen? Because they were together and then decided to become so close that when a breakup happens, they should just never talk again? That doesn't make sense. Why would they never talk again? Was what the broke up over that bad? If it was, that's an exception to this. But for general breakups, what is the explanation? After a fight, good friends just make up. What prevents couples from doing the same? I don't know, it just never makes sense to me. Like it becomes awkward? I know it happens, and it's happened to me and my friends. But what causes it?!

It's really sad how MySpace and Facebook have come to consume every average teenager's life now. It's reallyyy sad that a lot of my conversations with people have to do with drama on FACEBOOK. Honestly? Haha. And that's how I find out a lot about other people. Facebook is stalker central, so why not let me stalk? Off topic. It really embarrasses me when the situation I'm talking about with a friend on the bus has to do with Facebook. Everyone on the bus hears & it's like "Wow, I sound like one of those teenagers." Btw, Monica is a Facebook whore who spends almost ALL of her time on Facebook/MySpace/texting. Don't complain about bad grades in school or ask me about schoolwork if you're not trying at home or paying attention at school. I have NO sympathy for these people.

Oh&if you're texting nonstop with someone, pick up the goddamn phone! I don't care if it's awkward, but if the area you're in means you can talk on the phone- DO IT. The fact that most teenagers communicate through text is completely sad. This is the age where we fail to have social skills or literacy skills. I'm embarrassed for our generation.

"Life's a climb, but the view's great." -Hannah Montana Movie
I saw it with my sister. I like the song. I learned the Hoedown Throwdown. It's better than the fucken Cha-Cha Slide. Get over it.

What would you do if you were talking to someone you basically just met or like first date kind of thing & they had food in their teeth or a booger in their nose? I mean, most people would say you would tell them, I would too. Except that didn't happen to me. That happened with my uncle & both me and my mom didn't say anything, until his son did. Sooo yeah. It was even my uncle, and we didn't say anything. We aren't too close to him btw.

I hate surrounding myself with people who can't stop complaining. I know the beginning of this blog was, but it's rare I ever do that, & today just called for that cause I am in the WORST MOOD EVER. People who use me just to complain to also need to stop. Kthanks.

How come British singers sing with an American accent? How does that happen? I think that just further proves that American English should be the official language of the world. It was at one point. Er like, the main language that every international personnel learned in order to communicate. I don't understand why HSM3 had the British girl in it sing with a British accent. We all know that wouldn't have happened, so Disney should not have done that.

I never really thought about it until recently, but we are so damn lucky to live in a successful country. I would like to say I'm an intelligent person, but it never really gets to me that we really do live in a world with poverty everywhere. Maybe I really need to travel and see this stuff for myself. Too bad my parents suck and won't take us anywhere. I've never been outta California. I need to see this for myself. I need to see Darfur and the Sudan for myself. I want to see the slums of India and the villages in Hong Kong. And I want to make a difference for these people. More than a fundraiser.

We are the first generation to be born into the time of technology. That never really occurred to me either, that we have all this technology around us like it's normal. It's weird cause I feel like it's been this way for ages. I want to know what it was like to grow up like our parents. To see all these inventions being made. To live through the times of the first black&white TV, and then the color TV, then finally digital TVs. And to see the moment when we first landed on the moon. I think the times of the 1950s were extemely interesting, and I wish I could see that stuff. The history from the 1950s to the 1980s are times I wish I could have personally witnessed. Our time is full of shallow, materialistic liars just wanting to get to the next step before someone else does. I don't think I actually enjoy the morals that we have set upon ourselves this generation.

I think the most amazing time to live through, though, was from slavery to black freedom. I don't actually like those times, but I believe that that to witness that time period and change would have been crazy. It's the beginning time period I don't like, though.

I got a DISNEY Rubik's Cube from Disneyland!

I love the Demi Lovato CD & wanna go to her concert. John Mayer's latest is brilliant, too.

<3

But the best part is- I’m still in love with you.

"gonna give my all, my heart, my mind, my s o u l
'if you could live forever,
what would you live for?'"
-M.Pang's buddy info

I'll leave you with this story written by a Freshmen at my school:
"I hate you," I said. I stared at her while I did, and it's as if she knew I was going to say it, she said it too. As if we were synchronized.

I couldn't bare the confrontation. I diverted my eyes to her ears instead of directly looking at her face.

"You're ugly, you're a bitch, you're conceited, you're obnoxious, you're ungrateful, and you're pathetic."

She didn't respond, if only I could see her face when I said that.

I had one more thing to say and this time I looked up.

"And don't forget the fact that nobody loves you."

She did it again. How could she know what i was going to say?
I didn't want to take her crap.
Quite frankly, I didn't want to take anymore bull from anyone.
Without thinking or contemplating the situation, my arm pushed forward.
With the impact, pain shot through my arm. My knuckles were bleeding and my fingers were paralyzed.
I started to cringe in agony. Though I was suffering, I wanted to see her demolished face.
I worked up the courage to look up at her, but all i saw was me, everywhere.
I was in all the little pieces of the broken mirror. I was the only one in torment.

Only me and no one else.

-Lizzie