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Monday, 28 September 2009

  • So the 6th week of school is starting to close in. To think, I'm falling behind in all my classes. Terrible right? Yeah, I've been sick and unable to keep up with classes' homework but finally caught up todai.

    This post is more on the randomness of my weekend.
    Friday: Minimum day. Pretty much sums up what a person does. Hang out after school to eat lunch and talk. Headed over to my dance place to mess around and then gymnastic practice. I go home and begin a bit of homework and then Johnny comes and we go to Cabaret Night (super late) so we walked in for free. We went out to eat Phoenix. Texting and talking with people.
    Saturday: Woke up a lot later than usual. Super sore. Attempted to read Scarlet Letter and failed miserably. Fell asleep and after waking up, went to play piano. Johnny came over and we took Peter to get his hair cut. One of the salonist came up to me and spoke in chinese (mandarin) and was advertising. Then out of the blue, she asked if the guy in front of me (Johnny) was my boyfriend. Lmao. Tried so hard to not laugh out loud and look dumb. (: Went to Cabaret Night and miss Maggie's solo by like 5 minutes. Talked with Todd, Joanna, Jason, Dennis, Yvonne and so on. Finished with Cabaret Night. Waited for choir people. Johnny went up to some Walnut girl he thought was cute and asked for her number. She actually gave it to him. Shocking and random. 'Cept he deleted the number so poor girl I guess. Went out to eat Olive Garden with parents and Johnny, Peter, Dennis and Leo. Most disturbing dinner in a few years. Couldn't eat; had to stop right in the middle and hand over the plate because guys will be guys. Headed back to our house. Visited Nicole :] . Played billiards and games. Gave every guy a massage ('cept Peter) even though I was sore. Everyone left around 2 and went to bed.
    Sunday: Boring day. Played piano, did homework. Yea. that's it. Sad no?

    ~Kat

Wednesday, 02 September 2009

  • So I'm writing to keep myself awake. School has basically been hell for this week. After the weird gathering on Saturday, I've been occupied. No skating yet because I'm trying to figure out my dance schedule and all that. I hope that after I start sports, I will procrastinate less. I've been losing so much sleep. In the first week, I lost about 15 hours (assuming I'm sleeping 8 hours a day ). Then this past week I've been sleeping at 1 or later. I'm pretty tired now and sick of homework. Todai is the day I'm done with almost every piece of homework. I'm going to try and sleep early after today. Procrastination sucks, and so does APUSH and APChem with Brav. May is so far off, but for some reason, I get the idea we're not going to pass.


    So clearly I'm not meant to do what I do. My good life gone bad. I walked out of my room and for some reason, stepped at an off-angle and twisted my feet yet again. And so ruins my plan of heading back to the rink for another 2-4 weeks. Lovely. I'm so mad I could break someone's head open. Ughhh... I hate feeling this way.

    ~Kat

Sunday, 30 August 2009

  • So, totally out of the normal today: I didn't feel at crap at any moment today. There's an accomplishment.

    Woke up this morning to do calc homework where then Johnny oovoo'ed me so we were talking and he was working on APUSH and I was on APCAB. After awhile, I had to go to dance. This is one of those moments that I actually dread. One and a half hour stuck in the dance studio with people who barely talk to me. But I continue to go anyways. What was strange, though, was that it wasn't as ordinary as ever.

    I arrive at the dance studio while texting a friend. Upon my arrival, I see Vivian in a very elegant red salsa-like dress. We prepared for lyrical and it was pretty hot. It was about 80 degrees in the room itself or so. But we continued like we normally do. However, instead of across the floor (literally going across the floor for non-dancers [no offense or anything]), we stood in the back and were confused about what we were going to do. We then find out, holding and turning contest. So most of us don't really care what the heck happens in that class. So, we played around and of course, it's always the right side (I'm a lefty in dance). I end up going against Vivian for the holding and single turns, and after I get to go against Todd. Lovely. Of course, he beats me since my right side completely sucks. I do two turns; he does five. Just typical that we don't do the left side. So after we try learning a new combo, but the stereo was like on and off, so we did across the floor. Yeah, basically, my right side sucks, left sides good. So after class, we're all sitting at the outside pretty much. I asked Joanna to take me to the teen center but she left and forgot, so whatever. Then there was Miya, Todd, and Vivian, Todd's like blehh the entire class and now, so I tried talking and yada yada.. But he decides to ditch wushu and come watch hip hop club. Yayyy, but of course, he's bored. So I try to multi-task ('cause I can) by telling them what they're doing wrong and talking to Todd. Then because he's lying on the floor, I take advantage and give him a massage. Apparently, my massages are "godly", quoted by another friend. So, I give him a head-to-toe massage and he has to now agree to everything I say for the next two days. (He felt like he should do something for me, so I told him to agree with everything). He then comes with Grant, Cherry, Ian, Leo and me back to my house. I send Todd upstairs with my laptop so he can do homework. I straightened Cherry's hair and made my own wavy. Then Max and another come over. Now the problem is how to feed everyone. But I just cook whatever I had in mind and apparently it was good. I talked to everyone and was running up and down the house so much that my ankles are throbbing right about now. But for some reason, I dun feel as upset as I used to after big gatherings. So is this an improvement? Could be. Is it permanent? Who knows? Time will tell, right?

    ~Kat

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • So yesterday was a pretty bad day for me.

    I woke up like any other summer day. I got up, read my homework and so on. Then around noon time, Leo and Johnny come over. Unexpected from me, expected from peter. We talked for a bit and then Peter had to go to his doctor's appointment. I headed off to hip hop practice, concerned about P2 not showing up to practice. I went for about an hour and then I had to leave. We went school shopping at Staples. It truly is impossible to actually get any school shopping done without actually going the first day and finding out what you need. We do our best and load the cart. We spent about $330 there, but in reality, we only used $150 for school supplies excluding my new graphing calculator. So this took awhile and we headed off to the optometrist. Lovely. We go ahead and take tests. My brother turned out pretty okai. Then I found out that I am nearsighted. It wasn't that shocking considering that I had trouble seeing in German class too. So, of course, my mom is freaked out by this news, though I'm not sure why. Now I need glasses for occasional uses. Lovely. After the eye doctor, we all headed back to my place to eat dinner. After that, we had to leave in a rush to the dentist. We had a bit of trouble actually getting there and once we arrived, they actually locked the place down. Talk about a dangerous place to have a dentistry open. After the realized we were here, they let us in and Peter goes first. He got his whitened and was all good. Me; oh my gosh. I had 3 tooth decays from who-knows-what and they  were going to take two out and work on the third one some other time. So they're working on the first one and then I feel pain from when they drill a little too deep. So they actually drugged (not in the bad way) me so I wouldn't feel anything. While the novacaine was setting in, they worked on the second one. I was falling asleep here so I just dozed off a little. It was pretty hard to not laugh when 3 stooges were there but I managed, somehow. So, after it began numbing out, they went back to work on the first one. I was still dozing off but it reached a point where the pain can still be felt. I felt a little here and there but not enough to bug me. We set another appointment for the last one and started to head back. It's not fun to be numb honestly. I was like pretty dead on the car ride back. I just slept on both Johnny and Leo's laps. Ian calls about half way home. The guys were so mean and pretended to be drunk and I couldn't really talk so I just laid there. They did the same to Yvonne and they all believed that we were drunk or something. Wonderful. We arrived home to play Mario Party 7. These guys are like very competitive. They cheated in order to win and karma fought back. So the entire game they were pretty dang violent, but not enough to kill each other. I grew tired and headed off to sleep.

    I woke up this morning and the numbness stopped. It's a weird feeling to have feeling in my jaw again. Now it's finally confusing; how is one supposed to open their jaws if their mouth is numb ? My mouth is now really sore and sensitive. Well off to summer reading I go. I only have a doctor's appointment left and I'm not even sure when that is.

    ~Kat

Sunday, 16 August 2009

  • My Appreciation for My Asshole Brother

    Just as the title implies, this is my gratitude for having a pain-in-the-butt brother. This is my better way of venting.

    Since we were kids, we always weren't the greatest siblings ever. We got into constant fights. These fights consists of verbal insults and physical injuries. One time, when we were kids, he got so mad at me that he wrote "I hate Katrina. Signed, Peter" on the bathroom wall. Well here's thanks #1 : He taught me to never be normal. He bit me in the head and screwed me all up. So, thank you very much. I'm not normal; quite the opposite. As I continue with my list, we aren't that much alike. Other than our facial expressions, we do not act the same. But the one thing I'm grateful for is that he taught me to be responsible. I'm responsible for my homework because he always just sleep and does not do a whole lot. I'm responsible that I actually do my own laundry because he makes our house keeper do it. I'm responsible that I look after myself and others whereas my brother just cares for him and himself only. Seriously, it takes like maybe 2 seconds to lift up the toilet seat and he just goes, regardless of who needs to use the toilet next. He invites friends over and I'm taking care of them. Is something just wrong with him? He taught me to take care of myself and others because he is incapable of taking care of himself. I was going to write a complete list until I went out to dinner to cool off. So as of now, this is done.

    I hate that my parents are always criticizing about my attitude problem. Well, until they fix my brother's issues, I'm not going to be convinced by them. Why should I be the only one getting criticized?
    I hate my life. FML.

    ~Kat

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