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Two major things:

1. The purchase and arrival of The Guide to Getting it On, 992 pages of everything anyone could possibly have wanted to know about sex short of having it.

2. My facebook status is no longer bluffing. However, I am. To myself. Unsuccessfully.

My current feelings are beyond explanation, nor do I feel secure enough to reveal such damning facts on the internet. I am unaware of what exactly makes up the nature of my annoyance, but I know that it is something I want to run away from, and also something that is impossible to escape. I have brought this upon myself, and it is entirely my fault. I can only hope that my personality is as pliable as I had always hoped it would be.

chronically lazy.

I stopped my subscription to Teen Vogue a while back, but they sent me an issue yesterday--there was an article on "Fashion Blogs" and it inspired me. Stuff always inspires me to start these short-lived projects that never see the light of day. 

But I do know I definitley definitley have to clean my room. Which I really want to do by the end of Feb break. My clothes from F21 came in the mail yesterday! I love that store. It is the spirit of my closet. 

I've also come to the conclusion that unless I instill some motivation into my veins, I am probably going to bomb bio, which is unacceptable. It is not an option--literally. I have to start taking it seriously, but I can't focus. 

As for other classes--I'm too tired to know what is going on in Spanish, but that's okay, because Senora spends a good thirty minutes talking about things that we don't need to know, or filling the board with extraneous terms. In precalc we're doing factoring. I love factoring--I get a strange satisfaction out of it. And I especially loved cancelling out. I'm so glad I'm done with Math B. 

Parenting is extremely boring. Almost excruciating. I think I might use it as much-needed nap time. 

25 THINGS ABOUT ME.

1. I am addicted to buying books. It's a terrible, expensive habit. I literally (ha, pun) have a stack of books that I have yet to read, and the problem is... I keep buying more. 

2. I am terrible at studying. TERRIBLE. but i'm a good student, and pretty smart, so i make do. 

3. I love Nutella. Nutella = > peanut better, jelly, etc. 

4. I'm such a sucker for sad movies. and books. and epic love stories. I'm a hopeless romantic, basically. Case in point, Penelope is my favorite movie at the moment. 

5. I have no idea what I want to do with my life after school, and it kind of scares me, but I know that I definitely want to be rich because I spend too much money. (Amazon.com is the greatest idea ever, next to Google.) 

6. I miss the fearlessness of my childhood. 

7. It bothers me that my parents can be so stubborn about school or what they believe I should do/not do. But I also realize that me and my mom are really similar and that's kind of scary. 

8. I think everyone is really interesting and worth figuring out, you just have to take the time--that's why I really like psychology. too bad i don't really learn anything in psych class. 

9. I fall in love with songs and listen to them for hours straight. I have really really holistic taste in music. and did i mention I've been forced to do SAT verbal practice forever. 

10. I want to be a hand model. 

11. I didn't have an oven for an entire year and a half so now I bake all the time for no reason and then I eat it all. It's really bad for me. 

12. I'm bilingual, but I don't practice my Chinese enough, and I'd be considered illiterate in China. 

13. I love English and history. Math is my weakest subject. I'm a bad cliche. 

14. I don't want to save the world because it's messed up, but I want to feed starving children.

15. The only reason I'm not competitive is because I hate failing, especially when I try. That's why i don't like track because when I let myself care and don't win, it makes losing harder. 

16. I'm a whole bunch of "could've been"s except I always gave up or stopped taking the lessons or procrastinated and didn't do it. 

17. I love the days when I have both eyelid creases. 

18. I love noncompetitive running, and running on trails. I really like the sound of sneakers hitting pavement. even if that's weird. 

19. I have low tolerance for idiots. You should know how to read by now. 

20. I read dirty books. Self-explanatory. 

21. i've always wanted to have my name written in the sky by a plane. 

22. I love PLANETARIUMS. Especially the spinning stars thing. I think that would be the most awesome place to be proposed to at. 

23. My little sister is definitely going to be taller than me, but I really hope by only a little bit. 

24. I never make exact plans, and even if I did I'd never follow them because spontaneity is my best friend. 

25. As cheesy as it sounds, I really want to fall in love. On the other hand, I'm afraid my expectations are too high because of all of the fluff I've filled my brain with over the years. I don't mind a little grit, though. 

Here at our remote test facility...

Growing up in an Asian household means that we don't normally "celebrate" Superbowl Sunday. Every year before this year, it has been treated just like any other Sunday. At most, my father and I would watch the game. Well, he would watch the game, and I would "watch." This year, my uncle and aunt came over with their adorable dog, the furry creature love of my life. We even picked up 30 wings from KFC, as well as two large pies. They were supposed to be thin crust, and while I appreciate the effort that the pizzeria made (it was a custom order) it came out more soggy than thin. The dough nearly collapsed beneath the generous distribution of sausage, tomato, pepperoni and mushroom. 

As luck would have it, today is also my grandma's birthday. I believe she's seventy-seven now. I love her, she's fabulous. 

Anyway, the game itself was quite remarkable. Let me just say that I have never fully understood football. I always knew what a tackle was, a fumble, and I had a vague grasp of the concept of a 'blitz' and a 'down'. I knew that the object of the game was to get it into the end zone, thereby scoring a touchdown. I knew that touchdowns had different point values, and all of the self-explanatory stuff. I also realized very early on that football is infinitely more interesting than baseball, which is one pastime that I will never appreciate. However, up until this year, I had no idea what the game was actually about. 

(GO STEELERS)

So, with that said, I'm also disappointed in America for not living up to its hedonistic name. I don't think  a nipslip will ever be a threat ever again, because they've only invited very safe, old acts to play during halftime. Don't get me wrong, Bruce Springsteen is great, but he's so far from scandalous. 

In other news, this weekend:

Friday - Went to work. Then, Counties... in which I ran my personal best for the 1500m. (5:26!!) Also, the 4x8 qualified (accidentally) for state quals. No thanks to me, because I am the slowest leg on the team... I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, this means I have another 10 days of track. Errrgjlkadflaer.  I also went to my first cliche sleepover, during which I had some of the most interesting conversations with people I never thought I would have such conversations with. It was fun. 

Saturday - Went to work. Then, felt compelled to be a homebody. I stayed home and baked chocolate chip toffee cookies. They were delicious. And chewy. Yum. I've still got about 1.5 dozen left, I think... I also watched Made of Honor (it was cute) and Wanted (James McAvoy...yummmm I love his nose).

And today I went to work again. I'm also working tomorrow. Damn. (But oh, money... How I spend thee so swiftly). Oh, speaking of. I really hope the boss doesn't think I'm some sort of leper because all my shifts are me working by myself. There's a reasonable explanation for this. One that I have no desire to get into because it would involve a great deal of frustration. 

Recently, I also watched Penelope (which I did not know was Canadian...) the most adorable movie I have ever seen. It was a heaping plate of cheese cum feel-good, but I loved it. And James McAvoy looked delicious. He made me realize that while I'm not certain I am attracted to a "type" of guy, I am definitely attracted a type of nose. It sounds crazy, possibly even obnoxious, but I find that it is also very true.