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Full (Mexican) Name: Bianka Perez Atienzo Age: 16 Birthdate: 9/27/88 Grade: Sophomore Ethnic Background: Mexican and Italian. Interests: Final Fantasy, site-making, web design, rpgs, writing English literature, writing music literature, tennis, and more! 
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Sunday, December 12, 2004
Greetings to all!
So, yeah. I haven't updated in 17 days. It seemed like it was a lot longer, though, but that's probably because I had a monstrous amount of work to do every night until midnight for the past three weeks.
I spent the past 8 hours at Masterworks. The practices went reeeally well, I think, but the performance wasn't as good. But that's probably because Mr. Pittman unfairly didn't let the orchestra and band really practice, he just acted like we'd already done and went on to work with his chorus.
Ashleigh was over 2 hours late in getting to the church, and when she came our playing got kind of worse. She mixed up our music and had us play from her Messiah book, which had none of the marks that mine did, so it was confusing.
Oh, well. It was really fun while it lasted.
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Grades. They've improved, but they're still not where I want them to be. When I think of them, I think, "Wow, those are a lot of points," and they are, but they're still not enough to please Mom and I.
Physics: 89 or 90. Maybe even 91, seeing as I got 40 bonus points on the last test for being good at math and doing four long math problems.
Spanish: 99 'cuz she refuses to let me get a 100 on my writing assignment because that'll make her look like her assignments are too easy.
Band: 99.
Lit: Probably 88 or 89. I can't do the extra credit either because 1) Mom refuses to spend money on school assignment 2) I don't have a scanner and 3) I don't have my Lit. book.
History: 89, I'm sure. I'll try and raise it up, but there's really not anything that I can do, other than the review sheet.
Blech.
I switched my Mythology for Psychology. I don't know if I'm turning my "easy" semester into my "Holy crap, this is equally as hard!" semester. I hope not. I need a break. I'll be going from a supremely hard semester to no resting time in Mexico to yet another semester.
Hehehe, every one of those sentences started with an "I." Shame on me!
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I recently went back to looking at my old site. I haven't found the time to update it, but I really want to. It's so cool... So...go and visit it! http://www.finalfantasybastion.tk !
Speaking of which, I now have two people telling me to dress up as Tifa from Final Fantasy VII. I've always wanted to, but I doubt that my parents would let me.
You can't really tell, but she doesn't really wear much.
And then Daniel's sister said that I should model. Me? Model? I'm too short! It's flattering, though.
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Watching Full Metal Alchemist. It's really good. Funny, too.
So. I'm thinking about who my reeeal friends are. Some are super awesome and like me and pay attention to me and talk to me and such, even when others that they like talking to are around. But others are normal and only talk to me when it's convenient for them (in other words, no one else is around that they like to talk to).
How ruuuude. It frustrates me that I'm so impossibly nice to them, too.
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My sister left right after my Masterworks concert and still isn't back, though it's past 12:00. She thinks that since she's pissy and rude, Mom and Dad won't bother her. Too bad she's wrong.
I have 91 guys on my list, and I have 103 girls on my list. Almost even!
[Insert a "BWAHAHAHAAAA! IN YOUR FAAAACE!"]
=)
You must read AAAALLL of this.
StarlitFlash: StarlitFlash: Yo dawg
Mudflap Carl: Hey chihuahua
StarlitFlash: I got you a Christmas present on Friday=)
Mudflap Carl: I hope it's not a taco
StarlitFlash: Oh, no, it's very American.
Mudflap Carl: cause you got me one last year
Mudflap Carl: and my room has never smelled the same
Mudflap Carl: lol
StarlitFlash: I wouldn't want to confuse you.
Mudflap Carl: a flag?
StarlitFlash: Naaah, Mexicans don't know what the American flag looks like!
Mudflap Carl: hah
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StarlitFlash: Hehehe, you literal Americans.
Mudflap Carl: at least we're not...illiterate
Mudflap Carl: muahaha
StarlitFlash: I'm completely literate.
StarlitFlash: IN TWO LANGUAGES.
Mudflap Carl: lol
Mudflap Carl: i love you
StarlitFlash: Heheh, the feeling is mutual.
StarlitFlash: See, I can spell.
StarlitFlash: Eat my shorts.
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Mudflap Carl: Eat my underoos!
StarlitFlash: Eat my calzones! And not the edible kind that they sell in Italy!
Mudflap Carl: hehe
Mudflap Carl: you
Mudflap Carl: 're so funny biankela
StarlitFlash: I try=)
StarlitFlash: And every time I hear the word "France," I immediately think of the word "underpants." Is that weird?
Mudflap Carl: no. it's wonderful
StarlitFlash: It's strange how they rhyme but aren't spelt similarly.
StarlitFlash: They have some kind of term for that, don't they?
Mudflap Carl: iunno
StarlitFlash: And when I say "they," I really mean no one.
Mudflap Carl: you could start a revolution
StarlitFlash: Or maybe some sort of collective that makes all of the worldly decisions.
Mudflap Carl: spelling france "Frants" or underpants as "underpance"
StarlitFlash: StarlitFlash: "Underpance" sounds Christmas-y.
StarlitFlash: Like Prancer, the reindeer.
Mudflap Carl: lol
StarlitFlash: It should be a country.
StarlitFlash: Like I should be famous.
StarlitFlash: Ooohh, if I ruled the world.
StarlitFlash: Or if someone that I knew and could control by physical force ruled the world...
Mudflap Carl: lol
StarlitFlash: My sister's watching a Nicholas Cage movie.
StarlitFlash: We noticed that he runs funny.
StarlitFlash: StarlitFlash: And for some reason it made me want to shoot him.
Mudflap Carl: cause he runs funny?
StarlitFlash: I don't know.
Mudflap Carl: You immigrate funny!
StarlitFlash: He looked like he was running away from some terrorists or something.
StarlitFlash: I guess I just wanted to give it more purpose.
GottaLuvTheFUZZY: heh
StarlitFlash: I just had an extremely funny though. I crack myself up.
StarlitFlash: One question:
StarlitFlash: Have you ever wanted to hit a monstrously obese person with a car, just to see if they'll dent your car, get up, and walk away?
Come oooon, haven't you? ^__^
Merrick and Jessica thought that that was really funny. Hehehe.
Well, that's it for now. Sorry for yet another boring entry. I have a lot to talk about, but I don't really feel up to it at the moment.
Comment and/or write in my tagboard, will you? Sure is empty in here... I get more and more hits but fewer comments than ever. So...make my day?
Wehehe, my fly swatter says that. It's make into the shape of a fly and says "MAKE MY DAY" at the bottom. =)
Okay, that's it. Later.
Let me be...
what completes you.
Current Quote: "Physics is like sex. Sure, it gives us some practical results, but that's not why we do it."--Richard P. Feynman.
Current Mood: Playful.
Current Music: Some Chanting in Cowboy Bebop (hehehe, made it look official).
Posted at 12/12/2004 1:32:16 am by Bianka
Remember me always.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Aww, crap. I was supposed to start updating this an hour ago.
Anywho, greetings!
I think I'm in a hole. With block scheduling the teachers are having to cram all of the important sections of our textbooks into these last three weeks. My grades aren't where I want them to be, and no matter how hard I work, my grades hardly go up.
For example, I got a 200 out of 200 on my research paper for World History, despite the fact that Mrs. Villemez is an incredibly tough grader, and it raised my 86.3 to an 86.8.
That's CRAP!
The same thing happened to me in Physics after I got a 100 on the Test. I feel like I can't do anything anymore, so I tried to talk my mom into being happy with my grades, seeing as I've been working incredibly hard, but she says that she won't settle for anything less than what she knows I can do.
I'm thankful that you believe in me so much, Mom, but that's a lot of pressure.
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Project in Physics. I'm gonna do all the extra credit I can, but Coach Lewis tends to forget about Extra Credit and totally ignore my effort to do more than expected.
A lot of stuff for Lit. The mythology one is really difficult, actually. Laws of Life should be simple, seeing as it's a writing assignment. I never get lower than A's on those. Besides, it's about tolerance. What an easy topic.
Hehehe, during class John Lewis asked me what tolerance was. I'm just glad that he asked.
Do I radiate smart waves? Even in Physics when we're in groups people are all like, "Ooohhh, I wanna be with the smart people!" *cling to Beth and I*
Most of the people in that class are druggies. No, seriously, and Coach Lewis allows it.
Then, I have a portfolio project for History. Figures. Mrs. Villemez would never allow us to have a free night of no homework. Psssshhh.
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What a busy day. I loved it.
First period: played with the band until the end of the ceremony. Too bad there's something pretty wrong with my clarinet. Gotta find out what it is...
Second period: went to the practice gym and danced. It was fun because all of the guys from my class came up to me and were like, "Hey! I got dibs on Bianka!" We just ended up switching partners every so often. I even danced with Jacob Scott, but he was just way too tall for it to really work. Mike Lyjack was okay, though. He spun me fast, which was fun!
Third period: went to lunch. I tried to show off my cute little origami animals and shapes, but only Emily listened. Michelle would reply like, "Woo!" but it would usually be to something completely different. 'Twas funny.
After that, Jessica and I went to the library and did origami. I didn't think that it would be that busy, but I really enjoyed having so many people to help. I felt so important. Sure, we ended up doing cranes every lunch period and David was pretty much a slothlike moron, but we can always find the negatives in things, right? Let's put some effort into the recounting of our lives and find the good=)
(By the way, I wasn't trying to pinpoint anyone there. On the contrary, I'm just trying to say something that I've always thought.)
Fourth period: World History. I got my research paper back, got complimented on it being "a beautiful paper," had to take notes, and then watched a movie about World War I. Fun.
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Sheez. My computer is so slow that it takes a while to respond to my typing. Well, okay, I guess I type kinda fast, but that's still sad.
I have a sudden, straaaaange craving to fold a crane. I'll be dreaming in origami shapes tonight.
Though it's not like that you care, my trip plans have been pretty much finalized.
DECEMBER 17TH: Get off from school. Go home and clean.
DECEMBER 18TH-20TH: Do all work that's due at the beginning of the following semester.
DECEMBER 21ST: Pack.
DECEMBER 22ND: (noon) Go out on the road. Dad drives, I'm in the passenger seat, and everyone else sleeps. My job is to keep the driver awake. I'm forced to talk throughout the entiiiiire trip. ALL OF IT.
DECEMBER 23RD: (3 in the morning) stop at Abilene. Stay the night, maybe, and head off again at 7 or 8. Then, at around 1 or 2 in the afternoon, we arrive in Juárez.
Staying...staying...staying...until January 1st. Then, we're on the road again. We get home the following day, leaving me ONE day to rest until school starts up again.
Yeah. Sucks, eh?
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Merrick and I talk on AIM now, and it's always pretty funny. We're always insulting each other's racial background. It goes mostly like this:
StarlitFlash: Heey, you obese American!
StarlitFlash: =)
Mudflap Carl: hey you greasy vato!
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StarlitFlash: Just argued with my mom because of how my face looked when she talked to me, but oh well.
Mudflap Carl: er. i don't like how your face looks either, but i don't yell at you for it
StarlitFlash: lol, how kind.
Mudflap Carl: well..i meant i LOVE how it looks
StarlitFlash: Hehe, sure.
StarlitFlash: *cough* Backstabbing American *cough*
Mudflap Carl: *cough* job-stealing mexican *cough*
StarlitFlash: *cough* uncultured sex-addict American*
Mudflap Carl: *over-compensating for crummy culture of beans and tacos*
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Mudflap Carl: hey brb
StarlitFlash: Okey dokey.
Mudflap Carl: ok back
StarlitFlash: That was a quick pee.
Mudflap Carl: it wasn't a pee lol
Mudflap Carl: i went to go find some tylenol
StarlitFlash: Oh, I should've know, Americans and their drugs. They're all drug addicts.
StarlitFlash: known*
Mudflap Carl: yeah and all mexicans a named julio saint lopez
Mudflap Carl: **are
StarlitFlash: Or Juan Perez.
StarlitFlash: Or Ruben Martinez.
StarlitFlash: I know soooo many of those.
Mudflap Carl: haha
Mudflap Carl: that's okay. all americans are named bill
StarlitFlash: And John.
Mudflap Carl: and matt
StarlitFlash: And Ryan.
Mudflap Carl: and chris
Mudflap Carl: and...i don't know. that's it.
StarlitFlash: All girls are named Brittany.
Mudflap Carl: and tiffany
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Mudflap Carl: brb again
StarlitFlash: 'Kay.
Mudflap Carl: and back again
StarlitFlash: More drugs?
Mudflap Carl: well every time i go to get some out of the bathroom, someone's in there
StarlitFlash: I'd slam into the door to scare the crap out of whoever's in there. They tend to come out of the bathroom quicker that way.
Mudflap Carl: haha
StarlitFlash: Did you do it?
Mudflap Carl: no, i'm just waiting for jimmie to get out
Mudflap Carl: cause every time i think he's out and i'm ready to go, he goes back in
StarlitFlash: Ohoho, he has the trots.
Mudflap Carl: lol
Mudflap Carl: that's such a cute way of putting it
StarlitFlash: It sounds Irish to me.
Mudflap Carl: but success! drugs! or for you, drogas!
StarlitFlash: I'm more of a cough drop person.
StarlitFlash: Remember my obsession in eighth grade?
Mudflap Carl: omg yes
Mudflap Carl: you were like...the colombian drug lord...except you were mexican and not as cool or suave
StarlitFlash: lol
StarlitFlash: I'm not as bad anymore.
Mudflap Carl: suure
StarlitFlash: My mom rations me only so many now.
Mudflap Carl: haha
Mudflap Carl: i'm obsessive with chapstick
StarlitFlash: Chapstick?
Mudflap Carl: yeah
Mudflap Carl: i put it on all the time
StarlitFlash: Whoa.
StarlitFlash: Freak.
Mudflap Carl: at least i'm not a drug lord
StarlitFlash: (says the cough-drop-obsessed Mexican).
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Mudflap Carl: hey miss mexi, i'm gonna get outta here
StarlitFlash: Sleepy?
Mudflap Carl: yeah quite
Mudflap Carl: and i gotta get up early tomorrow to babysit :-\
StarlitFlash: Ouuu.
StarlitFlash: Well, good luck.
StarlitFlash: Don't eat anyone.
Mudflap Carl: i'll try
Mudflap Carl: or at least save some for you
Mudflap Carl: maybe you can dice em up and put em in a taco
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Mudflap Carl: okay i really gtg now
StarlitFlash: Okay.
StarlitFlash: 'Nighty night!
Mudflap Carl: night miss mexico (like miss united states--except less blonde)
StarlitFlash: 'Night Miss United States (like Miss Mexico--except with less teeth)
Mudflap Carl: haha
Mudflap Carl: i love mexicans. realy. if they didn't infiltrate our country like termites, that is.
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And she left right after that comment. Ohoho, good one. I'll get you back, though...
But, while I have the oppourtunity, I'd like to point out the fact that Americans illegally migrate into Mexico every day without papers and live there--exploiting the legal system and economy. Mexicans never rub it in American people's faces, though, because they know that their people do the same thing. Americans should have the same courtesy, though that word is almost inappropriate.
But whatever.
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Okay. That's enough. I knew that this entry wouldn't be long at all. Hope you enjoyed it, at least. 'Nighty night and the sweetest of dreams.
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Current Quote: "Of course, you only live one life, and you make all your mistakes, and learn what not to do, and that's the end of you."--Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman by Richard P. Feynman. Page 255; paragraph 2; lines 7-9.
Current Mood: Mexican. (Yeah, that works).
Current Music: Phantom Skyline by Initial D
Posted at 11/24/2004 2:26:04 am by Bianka
Remember me always.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Hola, muchachos y muchachas. ¿Cómo están? Yo estoy muy, muy feliz. iAdivina qué había hecho hoy!
Yeah, I'm sure that not many of you would read this if it was entirely in Spanish, so I'll switch over.
Translation: Hey, guys and girls. How are you? I'm very, very happy. Guess what I did today!
Give up?
I passed my Driver's Test!
Here's the story:
I drive over to the DMV in my mom's lovely Dodge caravan, excited to take my Driver's Test. I get called up for my appointment very quickly, but it all suddenly goes horribly wrong.
The witch that's testing me takes one look at the windshield and refuses to get in there with me, saying that it's too dangerous. My dad's pissed off and starts talking with her until she finally asks me my opinion. I said, "Well, I honestly didn't think that it would be an issue, seeing as I've been driving on this for a year and there hasn't been a single problem."
My dad said the same thing, but she's like, "Well, you're an experienced driver."
I'm like, "What the heck? You're an idiot!"
She ends up saying that she'll let me come back by 4:30 with a safer car to take the test just so that I won't lose my appointment. She thinks that she's nice for doing it, but it's 3:40 and I haven't driven any other licensed vehicle other than that one! (my car's not licensed).
So I go home and get the keys to my brother's big truck. I speed over to Sprayberry, re-learn parallel parking, (it's way different with a huge truck) do it ONCE, and speeeeed over to the DMV again.
Well, some stupid woman decides that she wants to pull in from a neighborhood going about 25 miles per hour and squeeze riight in front of me, even though I'm going 55. I end up having to swerve over into the other lane to avoid smashing her. Stupid woman ruined my speed from then on.
So I get back over to the DMV at around 4:12 (I left Sprayberry at 4:05 and it takes 15 minutes to get to the DMV at normal speed=) and wait to be noticed by the witch. She doesn't actually come over to me until 4:30, and even then she's talking on the phone and complaining about how she has to stay late because of me.
I'm thinking, " I'm going to beat the crap out of her."
We start the test, and I'm the only one in the car. She's standing outside--still on the phone--and telling me what to do. She's pissing me off.
She finally gets off of the phone and gets into the car. The woman pulls up the seat, getting me even madder because now I can't see the cones.
But I end up doing well, guessing on the location of the cones the whole time. I almost knock a cone down, but I didn't.
She had me go on the road, too. I was going 52 at one point in time, and she was perfectly happy with that, but when I was going 35 in a 40 or 45 mile per hour zone it got her annoyed.
But I passed with a 95 or 96. Woo hoo!
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Got the results of the audition on Thursday.
Bad news.
Despite the fact that I played 5 or 6 more scales than Katie Eason and Elyce Parham, they beat me. That's right. I went from 5th to 7th chair. Why, you ask? I don't know, and I can't come up with any explanation other than the fact that they're seniors and I'm not. I was soo upset when I heard that from Jessica...
I thought that Mr. Esserwein and Mrs. Estes thought that I was good, but that just totally crushed my confidence. And it's hard to believe that the Etude and sight-reading woman would give me such horrible scores that would allow Katie Eason and Elyce Parham leeway to beat me.
Whyyy?
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I don't have so much to do anymore, except for an ENORMOUS research paper for World History that's worth 200 points. I should be doing it right now, too, but I felt an obligation to my beautiful blog.
I probably won't be able to get online for a while. My brother's going to be doing an online project from 1-9:30 every Monday and Wednesday for a while. Supposedly we'll be getting DSL Lite soon, but I doubt it.
So I'll be sandwiched between assignment after assignment until Thanksgiving break or until Winter Holidays. Then, when the Winter Holidays come, I'll be going to Mexico instead of resting (believe me, you can't relax when you're visiting your 50 closest relatives and meeting in ONE small house.)
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I feel really bad for being online and chatting instead of writing my research paper... Sheez, my conscience can be really annoying sometimes.
My mom lent me $20 to go to the movies last Friday, and I had $10 left over. She didn't know it until she saw the money. She waited for me to offer her the change, and when I did she gave me $5 for being honest. Sure, I could've just not offered her the change and gotten 10 more dollars, but I would've felt soo bad.
Wow. I had a really strict upbringing, I guess.
Like, whenever we go out into public places, my mom always comments on how other parents raise their children. She's usually like, "Hah! If my baby went and screamed like that because she wanted something, I'd just let her cry and drag her by her hair outta there!"
Other moms just either shushed the baby down and offered them a cheaper toy or bought them whatever it was that they wanted instead.
Thank my mother for the way I am, I suppose.
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I'm watching Whose Line Is It Anyway? again. There are so many sexual innuendos in there, but that's what makes it so funny!
Hehehe. Sea Man is a superhero. Hehehe, Sea Man.
Tomorrow is my parent's 23rd anniversary. That's so sweet. They've been out buying gifts for each other since 7 o'clock, and it's now 11:17.
I heard Dr. Phil say that people who are bored are boring themselves. I don't agree with that. Do you?
Hehehe, breakdancing is funny.
Lately I cannot STAND narrow-mindedness. It seriously annoys me when people state their opinions as facts. People really shouldn't do that. Sure, that's what teachers make us do in our papers, since we can't use the phrases "I think" or "I believe," but outside of school don't be so narrow-minded.
Someone, whom I won't name (but it's not likely that others would know him/her), was talking to me about Napoleon Dynamite and saying that it was incredibly stupid because Napoleon was a "fucking retard." Just because it's not Hollywood-ified and realistic instead doesn't make it stupid. Open your mind and eyes.
Last week I was talking about the smell of lavender and how whenever I smell it I think of skin problems. Liz looked at me like I was an idiot, so I said, "Hey, things are seen differently in the eyes of others. Don't be so narrow-minded." She just told me to shut up, but she wasn't that mad. I'm glad that I can speak my mind to her without her getting pissed off at me. I value that kind of friendly relationship.
Okay, I think that I'll end this here. Good night and sweet dreams, everyone!
Comment and/or write in my tagboard, please! You know you want to=) I know I want you to. ^__^
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Current Quote: "Why are hamburgers called hamburgers when they're made of beef?"--Christian.
Current Mood: Ecstatic.
Current Music: Eternity by Nobuo Uematsu.
Posted at 11/14/2004 12:11:09 am by Bianka
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Wednesday, October 27, 2004
It's been 10 days since I updated. Ten long, unimportant days.
GAH, I HATE POP-UPS! I had to restart my Pop-up "blocker" because it had "blocked" 207 of them recently!
POS computer software.
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Exactly 1 month ago I turned 16. I'm 16 years and one month old! I'm 193 months old!
Holy poo, I feel old now.
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I found out yesterday that I'll be spending Christmas out of the country. Also, I'll be on the road on New Year's Day (what a way to start the year, huh?).
Well, it's worth it.
My abuelita (grandma) has serious health problems. And I mean serious. There are too many to list.
My abuelito got in a car wreck, ruined his truck, had his outdoor garage-like thing pelted with cement, ruining his other vehicle, got mugged, and then fainted from dehydration and cracked his head open.
And then my godmother got salmonella.
Sheez. We're frikkin' unlucky.
I haven't spent Christmas in Mexico since I was 9. It'll be weird.
Also, my dad says that I'll be having to drive. Driving on freeways is stressful. There are too many idiots out there that don't know how to drive.
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Friday's going to suck. All of the marching band people are going to be gone, leaving me alone at lunch. I'll be dressed up, too. I'll be wearing a cape and a skirt over my pants.
Well, I know many other people to sit with. But then band class it going to be preeetty empty.
Halloween doesn't seem too promising, either. My mom's getting mad that I'm "complicating Halloween". Am not. If I were, wouldn't I be running around in a girlish panic in my underwear?
Hehehe. Me. Girlish. Ahahahaha.
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Something interesting and exciting needs to happen in my life. Sure, my life's busy, but it's not exciting at all.
FRIDAY, October 29th--dress up as my history character aaaall daaaay looong.
SUNDAY, October 31st--Halloween.
MONDAY, November 1st--Lit. Seminar thing due, two Physics labs due, four pages of notes due for Physics, one Physics worksheet due, Vocab and 1-41 of Chapter 25 for Physics due, Vocab quiz in Lit, and probably something else that'll be assigned tomorrow.
TUESDAY, November 2nd--Election Day. I get it off, but I'll probably end up practicing for my auditions, Driver's Test, and writing my research paper on Morocco.
WEDNESDAY, November 3rd--AUDITIONS.
THURSDAY, November 4th--Cultural Diversity meeting.
FRIDAY, November 5th--FREEEDDDOOOOOM! FREEEEEEDOOOOOOOOM! Probably gonna watch The Incredibles with my family.
MONDAY, November 8th--(Yes, I skipped some days, and I'll keep doing so) Another dentist appointment. These crooked dentists keep on saying weird things about my teeth, though I secretly go to another place and they're perfectly happy with my teeth.
THURSDAY, November 11th--Another Cultural Diversity meeting.
SATURDAY, November 13th--DRIVER'S TEST! GAAAAH!
SUNDAY, November 14th--Parent's 23rd anniversary. Woooo!
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I didn't realize before exactly how busy I'd be. Poo.
There's an eclipse tonight. I don't know if I'll go and see it, though...
Nataly and Yemi said that they saw a girl that looked exactly like Jessica driving a green car earlier. Nataly asked me if Jessica drives, and I gave her the weirdest look and said, "Nooo-oo. She just turned 15 two months ago."
Supposedly she and Jessica have the exact same hair. That just reminds me of the whole Jessica-Tabitha thing.
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I have the strangest craving to do THE coolest blog entry ever, double it up on livejournal, and have it be incredibly long. But I don't have the time. This sucks.
I reminded my mom that next year I'll be old enough to watch rated R movies. She was all like, "Nooo," and then she got quiet.
Yup, I'll be 17. But I've gotta be 16 first. I hope that I'll have nice memories from being 16 like everyone else does.
Or maybe they're just lying. Maybe they were really 30 but didn't want to sound so pathetic.
Hehehehe.
So sad that I'm so young, yet I don't have anything too interesting to say about myself. Old people would be disappointed.
I was going to change my layout, but I couldn't find a good song and I didn't have enough time to fix it all up with another one. Oh, well...
One last note. I was writing notes on the Irish potato famine, and, instead of writing all the details of the famine out, I wrote: "Irish people were killed by bad potatoes."
Comment and/or write in the tagboard. Both are preferred!
Let me be...
Yours.
Current Quote: Me: You're so pessimistic. You always see the glass as half-empty.
Nataly: Well, someone drank my drink!
Current Mood: Rushed.
Current Music: Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand.
Posted at 10/27/2004 10:32:08 pm by Bianka
Remember me always.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Hullo.
Wow. I liked that passage from the story that I wrote a whole lot more than I thought I would.
I wrote a 3-page-report on the EggLander project for Physics earlier. It took me more than five hours. I had better get a 115 on this thing. I got 15 points extra credit because 1)my egg survived and 2) I used less than 50 items for my gadget.
Do I really tend to overdo things? Do I work too hard? Am I too much of a perfectionist?
Liz, you make people think.
This song playing in the background is so sad. I kind of think that I'm overdue for an update of my blog's layout, but I still really love this song.
Besides, changing layouts takes valuable time that could otherwise be used in updating.
My sister's going to be kicking me off at any given moment, so I'm writing this really sporadically.
Bored. So bored.
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(That took a long time. I'll just copy and paste it from here on out...)
I went out driving yesterday for almost two hours. I parallel parked about 2 dozen times. My arms hurt a whole lot from having to keep on moving the wheel aaaall the way right and aaaaall the way left each time.
I perfected it, though.
Earlier today my parents went out to go and order a light fixture. Then they went to go and check out the DMV where I'm going to get my Driver's License.
I have to back up into a tiiiiny parking space. No one in my family was aware of that. Just as soon as I master parallel marking, I have to learn and master something else within a limited amount of time!
Great. Just great.
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Speaking of driving, I brought it up to my parents [YET AGAIN] that I want to start driving myself to school as soon as I get my license.
And my mom acted as if I'd neeeever told her before. Same thing with my dad.
My mom said that she wants to drive me to school aaaaall year long. Well, why am I working so hard to get my license, then, Mom? That makes all of my hard work seem pointless.
My dad said that I maay get to drive myself, but if I did my mom would probably get a job.
Can you say Guilt Trip? My mom's never had a job in this country. I'm worried that having a job will hinder her health, too. What do I dooo?
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This seriously overdue, but I'll write it down anyway.
I love all of the presents that I got for my birthday. I have such wonderful friends!
JESSICA--I sleep with Miroku every night=) Ohoho. And the Syaoran doll is adorable! He's so much cooler than Barbie ever was/will be. The card you gave me was not only adorable but really touching. Thanks, Poopy!
TABITHA--That Queen CD was the first one I listened to. It's awesome. And the earrings are so cute; I try to wear them whenever I can. Spank you!
EMILY--Franz Ferdinand! Wooo! I really wasn't expecting it at all. Your present surprised me the most. I LOVE the CD, too. I listened to it on repeat for about 4 hours yesterday when I was cleaning out my closet. The card was cute, too! Thank you!
MICHELLE--Those earrings are so fancy. I wore them yesterday when I went out driving, and my dad was all like, "Umm...you know that we're just going out driving, right? We're not going out dancing or anything." Ehehe, they're so pretty! Spanks!
RYAN--Lola Ray is really good! Automatic Girl is my favorite song. ( Psssst, Jessicaa... One of the band members is a MAD HOT Asian...) Foo Fighters, though heavy, is good, too. Thanks bunches!
CHRIS--Aww, the card is awesome. $20 is 100% of my entire year allowance, and that's only if I get straight A's both semesters. You rock; thank you!
ANDY--The container that the Gift card was in still entertains me. I got a Gift Card for Best Buy last year for my 15th birthday, and now I have a Media Play card. I'm gonna go and mooch off of them both on the same day. They'll hate me ^_^. Thanks!
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If you want to hear good Latin music, listen to 105.3FM. It's the best station for Latin music that I've found. Ever.
Oh, and if you hear rapping, laugh. Just do it. Because rapping in Spanish just sounds funny. Same thing with Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. It's just funny.
I've recently gotten about 40-50 hits on my blog. Are a lot more people visiting this thing than I thought? Ah-HAH! 'Tis proof that people visit and don't comment/write in my tagboard!
I caught you.
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I don't know what I'm doing for Halloween this year. I'm so clueless. I still haven't finished all of my Halloween candy from last year. In fact, I barely even started. Crap.
I want to have friends over for Halloween, but my family always has friends over. Usually 6 children and 4 adults come over, eat, go trick-or-treating in my neighborhood, (because my neighborhood rocks) and stay over for ages.
Since Marching Band is having a competition, a lot of my friends will probably be home resting on that Sunday. Maybe a couple of troopers wouldn't mind coming over to my house and trick-or-treating with me?
What would I be for Halloween, anyway? Any suggestions? Come oooon.
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It feels like winter already. Winter, to me, is equivalent to Christmas. I want Christmas to come already. Christmas is awesome .
Christmastime would also mean that the first semester will be over. I wonder if I'll have all A's by then... It seems so impossible right now. Well, I can see myself getting an A in every class except for Physics. I have an 82 in there, but Coach Lewis messed up on one of my grades. He also hasn't put in the projects. Maybe he'll end up being nice and dropping a quiz grade or two, boosting my grade up dramatically?
Christmas...I love it. I love the way it sounds; I love Christmas music; I love Christmas presents; I love Christmas trees; I love the way Christmas automatically makes me happy; and, most of all, I love Christmas's meaning.
What a beautiful time of the year,
and it's not even here yet.
The year goes like this for me: New Year's, Nataly's birthday, Valentine's Day, Ivan's birthday, EASTER, End-of-the-school-year-day, Dad's birthday, Mama's birthday, Jessica's birthday, my birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then CHRISTMAS.
Time goes by quicker when I put it into terms like those.
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My parents have been painting the house all day. Now that it's kind of dark, I think that they're coming inside. I hope that my mom doesn't shout at me for being online...
I saw a funny political version of Bohemian Rhapsody. I sent it to Jessica, Liz, Ryan, Chris, and another to myself to keep so that I could send it to other interested people. Anyone interested? It's pretty cool.
For the first time in a while, I've actually been feeling somewhat pretty. I was trying on clothes yesterday when I was cleaning out my closet, deciding if I wanted to keep the clothes or not, and I felt really confident in my body.
It's really strange, though. I stopped doing my exercises four weeks ago, and I'm still dropping pounds as if I was still exercising regularly. Sure, I'm pretty active, but not enough to lose the weight that I'm losing. I don't know what to do.
I should be doing that outline for Physics right now...but I don't entirely feel like it.
Maybe next unit Coach Lewis and Mr. Lanham's class will be matched when it comes to due dates. Then Jessica and I will be able to work together on things and give each other answers. I'm sure that if Jessica and I did our work together, we'd actually get it done to a point of understanding, and then have satisfactory grades.
Jessica, you just have to go to college. You're definitely smart enough.
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Austin Powers: Libra (Sep 23 - Oct 22) - An air sign represented by the scales, Libra symbolizes balance, order and justice. Librans are diplomatic, easy-going, social people who always promote good will and friendship. They're also more artistic than people of any other sign. Some less appealing traits include indecision and self-indulgence.
TODAY'S HOROSCOPE:
This will be a fun, conversational, sociable day -- much like yesterday, but without that urge to look past someone's obvious, glaring faults. It's okay. A little reality never hurt. Sometimes it's quite helpful.
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These things are never accurate.
AHAHAHA! I've been talking to Austin Powers on AIM, and I decided to try and see how perverted his creators made him. Behold the results:
StarlitFlash: Porn!
Austin Powers: What about it?
StarlitFlash: Do you like it?
Austin Powers: C'mon. You know I put the grr in swinger!
Nice.
Aww, he just stopped working. Stupid bot.
StarlitFlash: Groovy, baby!
Austin Powers: Yeah! ;-)
>>> Want to see my picture? Type "buddy icons" and download a groovy icon!
StarlitFlash: buddy icons
Austin Powers: Groovy icons here baby!
>>> Type "horoscope" and I'll ask for your birthday, then I'll always remember to send you the right horoscope.
StarlitFlash: horoscope
StarlitFlash: HOROSCOPE
StarlitFlash: HOROSCOPE, YOU FOOL!
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Has anyone ever wondered what the picture above the counter depicts? It's a paint can with blood inside of it, kind of dripping on the wall. It's just hard to tell, I guess. Pretty cool, though, huh?
I though that it was appropriate for the layout. It'll probably change every time I change the whole layout.
Wow. This entry is longer than I thought it was going to be. It's probably my longest yet that 1)doesn't have a Lit. paper in it 2)doesn't have a picture in it and 3)doesn't have a large font size.
I just keep on going on and on because if I didn't I would be bored.
I just saw a commercial with PuffyAmiYumi in it! They look so adorable!
Wow. My mom hid some cokes in my closet many, many years ago. She just asked for two cans of coke, and, knowing that it's been a looong time since my mom told me to put the cokes in there, I looked at the bottom to find the expiration date.
October 24, 2004.
I never thought that we'd have coke or cereal long enough for it to actually expire. You know how the expiration dates are always two or three years off? Yeah. That's pretty cool/amazing.
Ehehehe. Austin Powers came back. I asked him what his problem was because he never answered to my "horoscope" callings.
StarlitFlash: What's your problem?
Austin Powers: What is my problem? I don't know about that...
StarlitFlash: There! You're back!
Austin Powers: Indeed!
So anyway...
Shall we chat about being perverted some more?
StarlitFlash: Sure, if you want to.
Austin Powers: Great! What do you want to say about being perverted?
Fun stuff.
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I have to end this entry here. My sister wants me off. So, comment and/or write in my tagboard! I'll appreciate it!
Let me be...
Your reason for living.
Current Quote: "All fun and games until someone gets an STD."--Ride 2Hip 16 (AIM buddy).
Current Mood: Playful.
Current Music: Theme from Ravemaster.
Posted at 10/16/2004 7:45:36 pm by Bianka
Remember me always.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Greetings and Salutations.
Hello, my American name is Bianka Perez.
Hello, my Mexican name is Bianká Pérez Atienzo.
Hello, my Italian name is Bianka Perez Atenccini.
And how are you?
And who are you?
Greetings and Salutations.
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I'm in such a strange mood right now. I was so happy and bouncy earlier. Now I'm quiet and still.
Maybe it's the Linkin Park that my brother is listening to.
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I made dinner today. It was yummy. I make goooood Italian food=)
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The past 8 or so days have been extremely busy.
Friday, October 1st:
School, then stores until about 11:00 at night.
Saturday, October 2nd:
Overslept, got ready for party, went to party, got home, bought *pool table*, then played until about 2 in the morning.
Tried to connect to the internet after that, but my computer had a virus. I didn't really try to fix it. I was too tired.
Sunday, October 3rd:
Woke up late, babysat, did homework, then went to sleep at around 11.
Monday, October 4th:
My parents bought a new refrigerator and stove. They had it delivered that day. Both the refrigerator and stove are so blindingly white that it makes the cabinets look dirty.
Babysat again.
Tuesday, October 4th
Did a crapload of homework until about 11:20 at night.
Wednesday, October 5th:
A blissfully short day. Did homework until about 10:50 at night.
Today...
PHYSICS:
Test. It was easy at most parts, but at others I was totally baffled. The whole "tying a string at the end of a tin can" was weird. We never went over that in class! Coach Lewis tends to get distracted and talk about something else the whole period. Because of his talking, we haven't been able to do three labs and four reviews. Maybe he's not as good of a teacher as I thought. He's still really cool, but he tends to not teach at all.
Turned in my crappy EggLander. I hate the fact that I have to present it to the class. What the heck am I supposed to say?
SPANISH:
Quiz. It was incredibly easy.
Kept on reading Presidente de la Clase. It's a cute book. It's terrible easy, AND it's a first grade level read for Mexican students (and kindergarten isn't even mandatory! They're just learning how to read. As Jacob said, "Oh, so I can read Spanish about as well as my sister can read English right now, which is not at all."
Nicely put.
WORLD LIT:
Did my speech as Sarah. My speech was extremely informative, I must say=)
I rule.
Then Mrs. Mezzanotte let us all eat the food that we brought.
Jewish bread is yummy.
LUNCH:
Awesome. Just awesome. I love lunch on B days. On B days I sit with 5 more people, so if the majority of them are talking about something that I'm completely confused, lost, and have no remote clue as to what it's about, (*cough*Marching Band*cough) then I can just turn around and talk to Liz.
WORLD HISTORY:
I like Mrs. Villemez. She has such a sad past... Both of her parents died when she was very young, her childhood house burned to the ground, and then her grandmother, who raised her after her parents died and was her only parent-figure, died when she was a senior in High School.
I wonder how she can be so happy.
Well, I guess other people wondered how I can always be so happy. I have many reasons to be depressed and even suicidal, but I always keep my head high and smile. ^___^
Other times I'm just in weird moods like these. But my mood is picking up.
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I feel like writing. I feel that I should be spending my time writing a story, that my time should be spent on writing books instead of blogs, that it's better spent that way.
But I feel that I have such an obligation to my friends online. Besides, it's a way to de-stress. I can only write well when I'm in a certain mood, anyway. If I try to write and I'm not in that mood, I just end up deleting everything.
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/Look in the water. Please look in the water.../
I dart my eyes around, searching for a way out even though I have already realized that I cannot move.
"Where are you?" he asks, panic in his silvery voice.
/Look for me in the water.../
/I want to tell him everything that's on my mind. I want to at least tell him how I Feel. I...want to speak. /
"Where are you?" he asks again, choking on his own tears.
/Desperation...loneliness... Is that his future?/
/Why don't you look in the lake...? I'm right here... I've always been right in front of you.../
I feel tears fall from my eyes, but I cannot feel them cross my cheeks. The water around me is already coming into my nose, into my ears, and pulling me down to the bottom. Closing my eyes and feeling warm tears for the last time, I let myself be pulled down to the bottom of the lake.
/So this is what it's like...to drown yourself in tears.../
I had to get that out of my system. It's part of a story that I've been planning to right since eighth grade. It would involve around 6-10 characters. In the end, they all die nice, pretty deaths. It would be all part of a mystery or something like that. Actually, I don't have it all thought out. I was just intrigued by the thought of writing out the deaths of so many people. I looove writing out death scenes. They're so dramatic and puuurdy!
I'm talking to Jessica online for the first time in months. It's pretty cool. ^^
Okay, now that I'm out of things to say, I'm ending this here. Comment and/or write in my tagboard. Both are preferred.
Goodbyes and farewells.
Let me be...
Your strength.
~Bianka.
Current Quote: "Peace is happiness digesting."--some person.
Current Mood: Twisted.
Current Music: Mala Gente by Juanes.
Posted at 10/7/2004 10:08:23 pm by Bianka
Remember me always.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
You see, I have had the time to update, but I never really felt like it. Shame on me. Well, I guess I'd be more motivated if more than one other person actually read and commented on this thing. Ah, there's a price to be paid for being different and using another online journal server.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 27TH, 2004:
MY BIIIIRRRTHDAAAAY!
Yeah, my birthday was great at school. I got sooo many hugs--even from people that I'm not really close to at all--, 3 "Happy Birthday" in-class serenades, 2 self-made cards, and $1.
At home it started out preeeetty crappily. (Is that a word?) My parents didn't really make a big deal out of it at all. My brother even forgot to get me a present!
But, in the end, it was okay. My sister got me the Juanes: A Dios Le Pido CD (which is wonderful!) and my parents got me a 10-CD changer for my car. Woooo!
My mom told me later that she had first planned on getting me Bobble-Heads to stick on the back of my car. Then she said that she and my dad were going to make me a Build-A-Bear and dress him in policeman clothes to remind me not to speed when I drive. I drive soo well when there's a police person around.
It still felt like just another day, though. Just another day...
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2004:
Hum...
PHYSICS: Test. It was way hard. Coach Lewis just took two official tests and stapled them together, not bothering to re-number them. Because of that, I screwed up my scantron. Number 26 on the scantron was number 1 on the test, Number 27 on the scantron was number 2 on the test, and so on. That's confusing!
He also didn't teach really any of the stuff that we were tested on. How cheap of him to take an official test and serve it to us, then...
SPANISH: Boring. Too easy. I'm learning some words every now and then. I don't really regret not moving up to AP Spanish, though. Learning slowly helps in memorization.
There's such a hot Asian in that class... Too bad he's kind of, well, dense. Like, "Durrrr" dense. Ick.
BAND: Folk Dances has become easy while Marche Slave has become hard again. I should practice, but I didn't think that I'd have enough time to. Shows my estimation skills.
The class is fun, despite the fact that Mr. Esserwein always talks about Marching Band for a while. Hey, it kills time AND prevents my cheeks from hurting like crap. Yay!
WORLD HISTORY: Mrs. Villemez is cool now. I like her. Her class, though incredibly boring, isn't as dreadful as before. Unfortunately, she assigns WAY too much work. I don't live for you, woman.
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After school I had to research Leah and Sarah for the Hebrew Project in Lit, write a mini-children's version of the story of Jacob and Esau, and then draw a cutesy picture to go with it.
And that would have to be the WORST possible time for my printer to go kaput.
So it did.
The stupid printer kept on getting jammed with paper. It wasn't until 8:45PM that it FINALLY started to work correctly. I was up until 10:20PM doing work and listening to my Hoobastank CD.
WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 29TH, 2004:
Boring, boring day. I'm still bored.
The EggLander Project due date got moved back a week, so now I have a whooole bunch of stuff due on Thursday, October 7th. I also have a Cultural Diversity meeting that day.
*puts gun in mouth*
Trigger, anyone?
Weird. I don't really remember much else of the beginning of the day.
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My parents didn't know that I'd be going to Homecoming. It wasn't until I asked my mom what dress I should wear that she realized it. Now I don't know if my friends can come over after the party to get ready. Arggg.
I wonder what I'll wear...
IF my dad lets me go.
Party on Saturday at Bells Ferry Park. Be there.
Liz said that she can't go. Merrick probably can't go because she's grounded for an infinite amount of years. I haven't been able to contact Candace. I haven't seen Andy or Chris around to give them the invitation. I could just tell them online...but why am I so timid only online? That doesn't make sense.
I hate pop-ups that come up RIGHT in the middle of a page. No, wait. I just hate pop-ups.
Awww, my baby birdies are so chunky! I want to squish them! Squish 'em, squish 'em, squish 'eeeemmm!
Mrs. Mezzanotte said that we could only get an A on the 2nd part of that Bible Essay if we could "wow" her. I "wow"ed her last year with a piece of writing that wasn't nearly my best work. Should I try again? Or maybe I won't do so well, seeing as I didn't really write much last summer. What's YOUR opinion?
I'm all out. Tell me if I forgot anything. Don't forget to comment! If you do, then write in my tagboard!
Let me be...
Your hope.
~Bianka
Current Quote: "What are preservatives?"
"Preservatives are the things stuck in food to make them outlast the nuclear holocaust."--Mrs. Villemez.
Current Mood: Zealous.
Current Music: La Paga by Juanes.
Posted at 9/29/2004 8:22:59 pm by Bianka
Remember me always.
Friday, September 17, 2004
HAPPY MEXICAN INDEPENDENCE DAY! YAAAAAAY!
¡FELIZ DIA DE LA INDEPENDENCIA MEXICANO! YEEEEEEY!
I know that by the time I finish this entry, it'll be past midnight, but oh well. It was typed before then.
I spent about ten minutes trying to find the alt + whatever number code for the upside down exclamation point. Then I typed an "i" to try and see any difference. There isn't any. D'oh!
Happy pretty late Costa Rican Independence Day! Woo!
No school today! Woo hoo! It took 50 mile per hour winds and extreme flooding in the outer regions of the county to get one day out of school. Stupid nazi-ish people that are the head of our county. Whoever they are.
I was talking to my mom about how to say some musical terms in Italian, and I realized that "Tempo" is the same as "Tiempo". Ah! I didn't know that before? Sure, I feel kinda stupid that I didn't realize it before, but...wow. Cool.
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Lately, I've been totally swamped with work. It doesn't get better; it always gets worse, too. The teachers don't coerse anymore. They just go, "Hey, we're going to have an enormous test over about 80 chapters of the Bible on that day. Oh, and your project is due that same day as well!"
Mrs. Mezzanotte.
Speak no evil.
So now I have to change the subject.
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So how old is Barbara Walters, anyway? She's interviewed the past 4 or 5 presidents of ours. Considering the fact that the majority of them have been in office for about 8 years each. Ew. She's, like, ancient. I wonder how many surgeries she's had!
Hilary Duff can't sing. How the heck did she get famous? Sickening.
My birthday party has been through waaaay too many changes.
From October 2nd to October 9th because of Homecoming.
From October 9th to September 25th because of my parent's Christening thing.
From September 25th to possibly October 9th again because of the mini-camp and the fact that my dad works that day.
Yep. Just cancel my birthday. Chris told me that I should wait for an open weekend, that a late birthday is better than no birthday at all. I planned on doing just that, but my mom said that my birthday had to be before November otherwise she would personally cancel it because of the weather changes. So, yeah, it's nearly official. I'm doomed to have a horrible birthday. Whoopee.
Some weird person just text messages me saying that they love me. I don't recognize the number, though. It's probably some person that mistaked my extremely plain number for someone else's. Even if it is, it made me feel really happy. Anyone recognize the number (770) 241-1586?
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I'm going to be a poser and do that thing that I see other people doing. It looks interesting!
YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (NAME OF FIRST PET + STREET YOU LIVE ON) - Fudgie Hartley
YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (NAME OF YOUR FAVOURITE SNACK FOOD + GRANDFATHERS FIRST NAME) - Grapes Eustaquio
YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (FIRST WORD YOU SEE ON YOUR LEFT + FAVOURITE RESTAURANT) - Important Hong Kong
EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot) - Garlic Salt Mexico
SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied) - Prune Juice Juarez
"FLY GIRL/BOY" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name) - B. Per (beeper?)
ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen) - Reese's Aquafina (I know that it's just water, but Reese's Aquafina sounds pretty cool!)
DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School) - Cockatiel Sprayberry
SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived) - (I don't have a middle name, so I'll use the middle name that my mom had planned on giving me) Maureen La Quemada.
ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy + Last Name Of Favorite Musician) - Hershey's Kinya.
Neato.
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It's been so long since I've watched Case Closed. Too bad it's an old episode.
It took me about 5 hours to write a paper for Physics. And I could've had the whole weekend. Blast!
At least now I have all weekend to do my World History Project. Gotta see the bright side of things, even though it's getting harder and harder.
I think I'm getting sick. Something's seriously wrong with me. I'm pretty sure I know what it is, though...
My house is attacking itself. The end of the gutter just flew off then suddenly came back and bashed itself into the outside of my house. It made a lot of noise, scaring the crap out of me.
Okay, not every Mexican believes in the "Chupacabra", stupid X-Files Executives! They did an episode on the "Chupacabra" and showed that all Mexicans are deathly afraid of everything, especially goat-sucking (No threat to humans!) mutant-like "animals". Ugh.
My dad's working on the NOPI show (the biggest car show in the world) and won't be back until Monday. Then in January he's going to work on the Superbowl. My daddy's gonna be faaaamous=) No, but he'll just get a whole lot more work, which makes him happy. Yay for Daddy! I need to get more quotes from him...
Well, I'm afraid that my computer is about to screw up and lose all of this entry if I don't end it now. I'll try and make another longer entry soon. Comment, please, or at least write in my tagboard! Hasta la bye bye.
Let me be...
Your wings.
~Bianka.
Current Quote: "You see all of these people here, don't you? They're all Mexican and black, so their bankers are all like "Hell no"...or "The hell no."--My dad at a really crappy store when the Hispanics and blacks had no money to offer at the register. It was much funnier if you heard him say it.
Current Mood: Lifeless.
Current Music: Besame Mucho by Some dude Velazquez.
Posted at 9/17/2004 1:40:35 am by Bianka
Remember me always.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Cheerio!
It's been yet another two weeks since I updated. Oops. I had enough time last week, but this week was definitely too busy. I had too many things to do and was pretty stressed on Wednesday and Thursday.
Luckily, my load is a big lighter, though not by much. I shouldn't be online. Oh, well!
'EY! Didja notice my new layout? Thanks be to Oathkept for her incredible awesomeness and generosity. Oathkept, you rule.
This is the prettiest song ever... It's called Crucify My Love. So catchy...so pretty...and a great lullaby!
Marching Band people are gonna be gone for Halloween. That sucks. So...who wants to go trick-or-treating with me? Come oooon. Someone?
My 16th birthday is in 17 days. Woo hoo! I've gotta write down a more elaborate Birthday List for those who are interested.
BEHOLD!
Normal stuff to get me...
Decorative stuff for my car, like something to hang from my rearview mirror or to sit on my back window.
Juanes--Un Día Normal (Or ANY other CD, please!)
Manga
Anime stuff! (Shirts, buttons, magnets, keychains, ACTUAL ANIME, official cards, and other stuff).
Something involving Final Fantasy (shirt, magazine, or a collector's item).
If you're not afraid of Perfect Place, then I'l be happy with anything from in there, even an eraser.
Gift Certificate (Media Play, Best Buy, and other electronics stores).
The Animatrix
Any type of cheap computer software. I have no software.
Takeshi Kaneshiro (Woo!)
Any kind of cheap jewelry. CHEAP.
Stationery. (I'm a nerd, remember?)
Uh...money?
No-cost stuff to get me...
Burnt CDs of... (if you really wanna buy actual CDs of them, go ahead. But good luck finding the Japanese ones!)
Queen
X Japan
Gackt
Franz Ferdinand
Okui Masami
Other things:
Self-made jewelry
Pictures of yourself
YOURSELF
~*~
I think that that makes me sound greedy and stuff, but I don't want to add the stress of "Oh, I don't know what she wants! I don't know what to get her! Ahh!"
Yeah, I hope I'm not the only one who gets like that.
Homecoming's approaching. I STILL don't know if I'm going.
Aww...I wanted to finish this before midnight, but I just had to read Jessica's livejournal.
My phone limits reset on the 17th. I've only used 27 minutes in the day. And I've only been on the phone for about 6 hours otherwise. Wow. That's a record low.
Call meeeee... (678) 575-5705! No, seriously, that's my number. Yeah, it looks fake, but it's not!
I gave my Tri-M to a nice friend of Michelle's to give to the orchestra substitute today. I hope that I make it. I want to be in National Honor Society, too, but that requires way too much time. Oh, well.
Yeah, though I doubt anyone other than Jessica cares, I don't think I'll be continuing that story I posted last time any time soon. I'm not too interested anymore.
Despite the fact that I have plenty of time to write more, I'm going to end this short update here. Comment, please! Or write in my tagboard; I don't care which.
Regards,
Bianka.
Current Quote: "Someday, the nerds will rule the world."--some dude on the Discovery Channel.
Yes, we will! I shall now go form a plan for world domination...
Current Mood: Wondrous.
Current Music: Ashita Moshi Kimi Ga Kowaretemo by Uh...Yu-Gi-Oh?
Posted at 9/11/2004 12:30:21 am by Bianka
Remember me always.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
We're grabbers. Butt grabbers.
Today is Friday. Oh, I'm so glad that it is. This week was too busy. I can barely keep my eyes open.
Yeah, so I got a cold. I practically lost my voice yesterday. I could talk, but it was pretty painful to do so. I'm much better today, but my throat still really hurts.
I've eaten 17 cough drops within the past two days. Woo hoo!
So Mrs. Mezzanotte talked about two people plagiarizing on the last project. What I do is I get the official summary, copy and paste it, and then write my own summary after reading that one (I very quickly forget books that I don't find too interesting). I REALLY HOPE that I didn't cut out and glue the wrong summary. She'd probably hate me for the rest of my three years at high school, be totally unfair in my grading for the rest of the year, and she'll make me feel like the dirtiest and smelliest piece of crap ever.
Jessica grabbed at my butt twice yesterday, but I only managed to get her once. I'll get her back...
She and I got Liz at the SAME time. It was wonderful. Liz didn't like it, but Jessica and I did=)
Whoa, that sounded bad.
K.B and some other dude went up to Emily and Michelle while Jessica and I were up at the lunch line (Jessica got some yummy cheese and fries!). When we got back to the table they were sitting in our seats. K.B. politely got out of Jessica's seat, but the guy that was sitting in my seat wanted me to sit on his lap. I said, "No, thank you." I'm so polite! ^__^
I've started this cool new thing for my blog. I'm writing a long story and I'll be posting little snippets of it every so often on this thing. It'll be so cool! Just to let you know, it's a true story that I'm writing it on. If you just so happen to guess who or what I'm basing the whole story on, DON'T give it away! It's speeeciaaal.
Here it is:
Our hands were beautifully intertwined.
Like silk was your skin, like a god's was your face.
You told me that you loved me.
You promised to never let go.
We danced beneath the stars.
And then I woke up.
Beautiful Dreamers
Snippet #1
MARIA stared outside of her bedroom window longingly, spotting the older Cheque (sheh-keh) outside playing soccer with her older brother.
I wish I could be down there…
“Maria!”
If only I were a boy… I would sacrifice anything to be around him.
“Maria!”
But Dad would never…
“Maria! I thought I told you to wash the clothes!”
The young girl turned around quickly, gasping as she saw the angry face of her father. She put her arms behind her back, trying to close the window without her father noticing. Although her father had only received a second-grade education, he was an extremely clever man.
Maria’s father looked at his daughter quizzically and sighed. “You were staring at Cheque again, weren’t you? I’m telling you, mija, that boy doesn‘t like skinny little wholesome girls like you. He doesn‘t even know that his friend has a little sister!” He ruffled Maria‘s bangs lovingly. “Now you just wait until you can find a man that will accept you and allow you to be his serving wife. Until then, you’ll have to serve your father. Now wash the clothes, and I don’t want to have to tell you again.”
She sagged her shoulders, bending down and quickly gathering the dirty clothes into her apron. As she passed by the window she noticed that it was open. Even from far away she could hear Cheque and her brother screaming as they kicked the fake soccer ball.
It didn’t take long for Maria to give in to her urge to peek out of the window again. Through wide and curious eyes she saw that Cheque and her brother were taking a short break as another player was chasing after the fleeing ball.
Just staring at Cheque weakened Maria’s hands and she dropped her load of laundry, shrieking as it fell. She watched it fall to the ground, suddenly embarrassed. Maria looked up from the floor to glance at Cheque once more before picking up after herself and leaving to wash.
And there it was. She caught his eyes and held on to them, immediately frozen in place. He seemed to be in the same condition as his green eyes did not falter. For an immeasurable amount of time they stared at each other, bewildered by their mutual acknowledgement.
But all things beautiful are eventually broken, and no exceptions were made. The fake soccer ball was abruptly kicked from the other side of the road, speeding toward Cheque.
“Watch it!” the other boy called.
At the last moment Cheque turned away from Maria and threw up his hands, shielding himself from the ball. The ball slapped his hands and bounced away towards the edge of the road in an embarrassing display of skill.
Maria circled around, gathering the dirty clothes and scampering away, her entire face burning.
Wow. I liked that a whole lot more before I pasted it on here. Oh well. Enjoy!
My parents want me to get offline, so I basically have no choice. I'm so tired anyway...
My sister just got home. It's 12:40! She must've gotten in soooo much troubleee!
Well, I gotta go now. Toodles. Don't forget to comment or write on the tagboard. Both are preferred=)
Regards,
Bianka.
Current Quote: "After all, humans, as much as they don’t want to be unaffected by anything, can never live untouched." Soda-Cola-Pop's The Night A Star Fell
Current Mood: Ill.
Current Music: Scars by X Japan.
Posted at 8/28/2004 12:52:34 am by Bianka
Remember me always.
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