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My schedule have been fcked with ONCE AGAIN D: This is the third time they changed it. So I went straight to my 8th grade counselor Ms. Araujo for help. But they made an announcement (homeroom) yesterday, that the students, for any reasons/situation, cannot be allowed into the counselor's office in anytime of the day unless the counselors personally calls their class to get the student to go down there, or the teacher gives the kid a pass to the counselor's office. (Which if you ask me, is stupid, it used to not be like that even if the kids are pouring out of the offices; what is the NEW principal's problem?!) So I had to go ask Mr. Ehnle (my seventh grade math/science teacher) for a pass because Ms. Roe (my social studies teacher) was absent for two weeks and we had a substitute, Mr. McGee; plus Mr. Ehnle's class was right next to Ms. Roe's. Mr. McGee I think has personal hatred towards me, and I believed that he would not give me a pass. And he didn't even believe me when i said I was going to Ms. Araujo's. But he gave me permission anyway, I think because Ms. Araujo was standing right in front of him saying that she needed to talk to me. And so Ms. Araujo walked me to the first floor to her office with a bright smile paste to my face because I had high hopes that she'll help me out. But after about ten mintues of making me believe that she will help me out, all I got was, "Honey, it's not up to you or me if you get to stay on your old and more prefered schedule." My smile disappeared; WTF is your... FTW! That ended with her thinking I'm Mexican. Because she asked which high school I'm planning to apply to and I replied Lowell or SOTA (San Francisco's School of the Arts). Then she asked what I'm planning to apply to SOTA for. I said Creative Writing, then she started this two minute conversation about me wanting to be a writer, I said, "Yeah, maybe a journalist." And so she said something about I should search up her friend who writes books (forgot the name because it was long); bilingual Spanish/English books. Then she gave me a title, which I didn't understand, because it was a Spanish title. So she now thinks I'm Latina. WOW. That's impressive, a lot of people believe I'm a mixed Mexican lady, maybe it's because sometimes when I get intense I have this weird Spanish accent. HAHA! Or so I'm told. But then again, anywaaaaay... I went right back to class, and after a while (or after I told Amy about what me & Ms. Araujo talked about) she told me to go back to Ms. Araujo because Ms. Araujo gave me the wrong name of the "Sally" girl that I gave as an example of the people who was taking my spot in class. I planned to sneak out of class since the door was only about two yards away from where I was sitting; but since I was a good girl, and Amy said I should, I went up to Mr. McGee and told him I forgot to tell Ms. Araujo something, and he lent me a hallway pass, (because one of the new stupid rules was not to walk in the halls while it's class time & it's not passing period; FTW!) and I promised him it'll only take me five minutes. But then Ms. Araujo wasn't in the counselor's office, and right next to her office was Ms. Smith's way bigger one. I walked inside after Mr. Hiler walked out, thanking Ms. Smith. Before she can say anything, I said, "I know I'm beingreally stubborn about my schedule, but Ms. Smith, it's screwed!" And I explained to her how Ms. Araujo got the wrong girl, thinking it might help my cause somehow. And Ms. Smith and I talked for a few minutes. It ended with me getting a KitKat, a huge hug, and an assurance that she will talk to Ms. Poong (my ex-Algebra I teacher & one of the people who's fixing the schedules.) What touched me was when I said, "I can't work slow like Mr. Wong. It melts my brain." Ms. Smith said, "You're so awesome." with a smile. Haaaaaay, (: But that was my whole ordeal of the week. 

Ohkay, please don't think I'm being picky about my classes. Because honestly, it's just because I can't work slow. And Mr. Wong, he works like his students are retarded (not meant to offend.) He works like we're stupid or something. And I can't do that, I can't do with normal classes. They're too easy and I can't do easy. And Ms. Poong actually teach good, does her explanation but then it's not super long, nor is it too short; it's just right because she knows we're all capable to deal. Mr. Wong doesn't even do Algebra problems, he does decimals & general numbers. I mean COME ON NOW!

That's got me going, (:

*Please pray for the calamity in the Philippines to level down.

Past Days,

Schooool. Has. Been. Great. Curriculum wise(: The whole drama between my two "lil sisters" have yet to be fixed. The drama between my two main chiquitas have yet to be fixed. The drama between other people has yet to be fixed. So I don't know what to do. Butttt, I don't wanna talk about it. I wanna talk about school. I've been doing my homework everyday, passing it on time; UNLIKE seventh & sixth grade. Haha! I'm so proud of myself, what can I say? I'm genius. Naah, I'm aiiiight (: <-- Ate gets mad @that. Anyway, uhmm, and I've got like an A on this test on Edgar Allan Poe's short story: The Tell-Tale Heart and it's aight . It's not the best he's written. My personal favorite would be The Oval Portrait. It's really good. It broke my brain when I tried to figure it out in fifth grade (= AHahah. & I didn't even read The Tell-Tale Heart before I did the test. I read it after, but I still got an A. I'm proud. I just read the first sentence of each paragraph and then the whole of the last paragraph. I'mmm so good. 

Umg anyway, I'm watching ASAP on tfc and Gary V's singing Tayong Dalawa for the show with Kim & Gerald. And Omg, it's so saaaaaad, I'm gonna miss it. I love Ramon! Uhmm & just gotta say that ILOVE Santino , ahahhahahahha May Bukas Pa is really awesome, gives you more faith than expected. You have got to believe a little kid when they say "God is here." with those big brown eyes and that cute face. Omg, I looove him! AHaha, Gonna take a shower then heading to Serramonte w/Family & Elaine, Mwaaahrz . 

O m g ,

he's not worth it, Idk why I wasted two years with something not worth it.

Birthday!

^some pics, more 2m . mwaahrz, ^

My birthday past on September 5th & it was happy HAPPY happy! It was all like a three day celebration. I looooved it. Anyway, I'll write more tomorrow & I'll upload pics later on. I need to finish up my homework because I just got switched back into the honor class. & I think Mrs. Poong or idk how to spell her name, doesn't really like me much because she said I irritated her, buuuuut I did pretty good. She's just really mean and grouchy. (Can't even laugh @Jimmy's joke. Woooow!) I wish Maria comes tomorrow so we can finish up that column on the paper.

Unexplainable

This moved me, did not make me cry or crumble, but it moved me. 

It made me feel sacred and touched.

What will you do?

I have el problemo. And I know that it's not my problem really, but I will make it my problem. I have two bestfriends; let me rephrase that... Two of my bestfriends are fighting. Well, okay, I don't know if I'd call it 'fighting', but they aren't talking. I don't know what to call that. Because they're bestfriends too! And I just want them to fix it. Because I know they can. But the problem that I see is that they have too much pride in themselves. They think that they are more highly than the other, which is not wrong. I mean, they never said this to me, but this is the vibe that I'm getting from my main chicas; that they don't want to say 'sorry' first, they both wait on each other. And if you are waiting on someone that is waiting on YOU, then it won't work out because then both of you are waiting on nothing. And i feel really bad because the I can't do anything about it. I just wish that they both let go, and that they both just say wahtever, let's hold hands. Kiss and make up. Kiss and make up.

It's September, homie!

Gawd, I cannot believe that this year have been going so fast. For the past nine months, life has been everything but boring. I'm glad for school, except it takes away my beautiful time with 'sleep'. I can't believe that I'm in eighth grade, and everyday I have to say to myself, "OMG, i'm in eighth Homie!" Other than that, I've been great, feeling a bit W&W, but i guess that's normal for me. Uhhhm, & I'll be 14 in a few days, four days infact (: I can't wait, althou I don't necessarily believe in celebrating birthdays, (but that can change, belief) I'm thankful for life. Because that's fourteen years in this world, that's a big thing. Well, honestly, i think it's a big thing to be living everyday, so I take pride in that, but living years is HUGE thaang, homedawg. I'm going to church on saturday, probably with my mom & my sister & brother, but I'm not sure about that. I might go alone, I don't care; as long as I actually go and give credit to Jesus & God. I'm gonna go finish homework now, writing about shoes, WTF. Anywho, I just wanted to make a post for September because it's a big month for me, <3