Farewell

Tomorrow morning, at 3 a.m., two of my aunts and my cousin and I are going on an all-girls road trip to Mammoth Lake and Mono Lake for the weekend. Normally it's just me, my aunt, and my uncle that go to Camp LaSalle every summer, but we didn't this year. And since my aunt can't live with herself without taking me on a trip during the summer at least once, we're going there for the holiday. Anyway, I'm definitely not going to be sleeping very early tonight and so I'll just wake up five minutes before my aunt comes to pick me up- just enough time to brush my teeth, tie my hair up, and carry my bags outside. Haha, I can dress up in the car when we get there. If you're wondering why in the world we would be leaving at 3 a.m., it's because we want to get there, or at least past Yosemite, by sunrise, which we totally will. So my aunt told me that the lowest temperature it's going to be over there is thirty-one degrees, on Sunday morning, so I'm gonna wear like, a million layers, and socks (!!!!!!!!).
Hahaha, okay I'm gonna take a shower, then pack, then watch Monk, then watch Psych, then sleep (or at least try to).

Goodbye for now. Arrivederci.

So...

today was good, compared to tuesday and wednesday. Beeken only assigned one homework assignment. I was terribly crushed after school because in fifth and sixth period, I spent them trying to redo my letter of reference, but I kept messing up! By the time school ended, I already wasted six pieces of paper. And then I went to the park to meet everyone else to surprise Sammy (happy birthday!!!) and it was pretty fun. To Marianna: apple juice with jello IS good, for yourrr informationnnnn. Hmmm, and then Shereen and I went back to ASB to work on student council stuff and I completely released the frustration on the garden brick wall. So then I came home and wasted THREE more sheets of paper doing that stupid Beeken letter before getting it right (finally!) And... that's it! I'm off to bed now because I haven't really been getting the sleep I need. Sogni d'oro.

schoolschoolschool

It's barely the first week of school, or more rather, first three days. I'm already worrying about how late I'm going to spend working on homework. The next Cultural Connection Club (CCC) meeting is next Tuesday, and Ashley is going to nominate me for president. And then voting starts in two or three weeks, I forgot. I really hope I win but frankly, I'm a little worried and pessimistic. I'll try my best though. :)
I really love student council workshops. They're so fun! I mean, even if I don't get in, I'm totally going to help out for each rally and stuff. Next year, I'm joining ASB too. That is, if I have time.
So besides whats happening outside of school, my classes are exceptional. Most of them are pretty easy and the teachers I like. The only class I have a problem with is Spanish 2, Ms. Mangini's. We have a substitute for three months, and she's really nice, but I HATE the class. It's all, yucky (I have no other word to use). And I wanted to switch out to Ms. Costales' 5th, but it's full. ALL the Spanish 2 classes are full. Oh well.
I just came back from workshops and I decided to post a blog before I start Beeken's homework and any other assignment just cause I know by the time I'm done with all my homework, it'll be 11 and I'd be exhausted.
And now I shall begin my student resume.

sunrise

Good morning :)
I feel like i haven't gone on the computer in the longest time, even though it's just been since Saturday. I honestly thought that it would be a little hard to stay away from it, but with all the work I've been given, it really wasn't that hard.
So yesterday was the first day of school, and it was decent. I kind of laughed at how all the EMS freshmen I know are like, in a mob, by the ASB store. And how they're like sorted into dance/drill and non-dance/drill sections. Hilarious, even.
This year I have the nicest teachers in the worldddd. And my classes are satisfying too, although I'd prefer better a better seat in Mr. Emigh's class. I'm actually thinking that Beeken, yes Beeken, may become my favorite teacher by the end of the year.

Oh, my uncle's ready to leave. Off to school I go!

pathetic.

School's starting in TWO days. 39 HOURS.... and i'm NOT prepared. AT ALL.
I haven't bought more than half of what is on my shopping list, and although many of those can wait, i NEED a bag, flats, and a straightener by monday.
It's so hard looking for a bag :3 I swear, last weekend I walked down Melrose Ave. and I couldn't find a bag that suits me. And then when I did, they cost like $100 +.
Gah, I can't work on my project cause i'm just too frustrated right now.
Toodleloo

how odd

I had another scary dream last night. I always have nightmares when I'm like, responsible for somebody's life. It started off really weird though. At first, my uncle, dad, and I were in a restaurant and my dad kept tripping on everything and he was like, like a 6 year old. He spilled everything and ate really fast and was loud and embarrassing. After that, I went to this building, like a Century City building, and went to the 25th floor and it's really random but it was a 7-11 and Monica worked there. And Cris was there too, but I think he was just hanging out with Monica. From the window I saw the traffic, and all of a sudden my uncle's car drives by and my dad's like, standing on his seat screaming out the window, "DIANA GET OUT NOW!" So I run out, and just as I get to the door, there's an earthquake, and I got hit by something that fell and I passed out. Then I wake up (in the dream), and my dad and I were putting up a screen in front of our door (and in the dream it was my real house) except my neighborhood was all pitch black and there was this mysterious man walking with his dog back and forth from one side of our house to the other on the sidewalk. I remember in the dream he wore a brown fedora that he tipped to hide his eyes and a brown trenchcoat, so he kind of looked like a character you'd find being the villian in a mystery movie. And his dog was a doberman pinscher. I think. That's the scary mean one that cops use, right? Well yeah. And after a while, he... swung the dog over his head (yes I know I have weird dreams) and threw it to our screen, and it attacked my dad. And then I used the screen to get it off but then it started coming at me, and then all of a sudden there were two of them! And so I tried to shut the door and I felt myself grow weak, so I looked back to see if my dad was alright, and before I could see if he was there or not, I woke up to the sound of the trash collectors' annoying beeping and sudden stops, etc. And then I couldn't go back to sleep.

So my Friday will consist of 12 more hours on the computer, doing my English honors project and being distracted by myspace and facebook. Goodness, I'm pathetic.

YESSS!

I DID IT! I've completed 65 quotes in all. AND... I did two of the seven entries in My Odyssey. Gosh, I'm tired. I started working on this at... 11 in the morning? Hmmm... and with all the distractions... it took me almost twelve hours. Haha, that's impressive for me.
So I started going on Facebook, and it turns out Joann made hers today too, so we kind of got addicted to it. Facebook is so confusing! Or at least it seemed that way at first.
I stood up for the first time in about six hours like about an hour and a half ago and my legs were so cramped; I seriously couldn't get my legs to go straight.
Mmm, I feel so dehydrated. And fat. This English honors project is making me forget about my exercise routine. It's too late to walk now. In the next two days, I will be sitting at this computer table for at least ten hours, working on this project. And then on Sunday I'm going to kill myself on Melrose Ave. Oh, and I'll probably tan a lot too. Woopdeedoo. -.-*

buonanotte tesoro mio (:

I can't focus!

There are so many distractions! I can't work on my English Honors Project for five whole minutes without being sidetracked. I feel so lazy, I can't motivate myself any longer. I decided to start overachieving on everything this coming school year because my study habits have just been terrible for the past year. I just never really thought it would be this hard. Okay, I did, but I thought I'd be a little more strong-willed. As I'm typing this, all these thoughts are going through my head, but I simply have no discipline. I need to work on my project. I NEED TO! And yet, here I am, still typing away my frustration. Somebody help me. Seriously.

My head hurts, that's what I know. And I'm completely stressing out over here. I told John to promise me that if I didn't finish 85 quotes by Friday, I wouldn't be able to see him on our year anniversary. So much for motivation right? I know I'll do it. I'm just expecting too much out of myself. You know, that's my problem. I push myself for something I really don't need to do, and sure that sounds like a good thing, but it doesn't even come easy to me. I'm a puppy in a relay striving to finish first place in a minute; I could have won by 15 seconds and I would have gained nothing more than I would have if I won by 5 seconds.

Off to try and complete 30 quotes. I'll write again tonight if I do finish, and if nothing comes up tonight, you'll know what a failure I am. Byeee!