versatility
i was going through blogs today. you know those 'updated'/'fresh' ones you see on the home page of blogger? and you'd be surprised to see how versatile they are. they're so...funny. i swear. i was reading "my name is sherwin, i am 22-years-old..." when this picture of i guess is supposed to be sherwin pops onto the page. and then i see another site and i can't remember who it was exactly but i was reading about a girl named "byoung" or whatever. and what's weird is that most of the people i checked out are all old and in california. what exactly does that tell you? i'm not quite sure. but i was in free block and looking through blogs just seemed intruiging at the time.

sell my old clothes i'm off to heaven....yeah that's a good song so i felt like naming my blog entry after it
i wasn't all biotch kayke-ey today. i wasn't all depressed or anything. i kept on singing razzle dazzle. yeah. that's about it. i'm going to go with kim now so we can watch the game...if there is one. if not, i'll come back.

my head hurts
ok, so i'm pretty much dead. my head hurts because i tied my hair too tight. during free, i was in a really crappy mood. i'm pretty much feeling like a bitch again. as if that's not anything new. i don't even know why i worry about things i don't need to worry about. i need to get a life.
it's gone...my adobo is gone
i was eating my lunch and this bee comes and starts crawling over my chicken adobo. that's not cool! i thought it was pretty good until this stupid bee comes crawling and getting its germs all over my meal. and even when i closed it, (well lauren closed it) it crawled through the crack and started flying through the container like...there was no tomorrow. so we opened it and it crawls into my paper bag. jackie closes it, but it flies right through the hole at the bottom of the bag. geez. that was some pretty darn good adobo until this fucking bee comes and starts attacking and contaminating it like it was a bee hive.
the update on rag week
so when is this exactly supposed to end? i just really wnat rag week to end right now. i'm feeling sad and depressed and bitchy and i'm angry at everyone. even people i don't need to be angry with. do you have any idea how that makes me feel? it makes me feel like...a natural woman...haha no (side joke). anyway, it makes me feel like everyone around me is going, "ugh she's such a drama queen! why does she have to be like that?" and i can feel people talking about me behind my back. of course, i could just be paranoid and people don't really care and i need to stop worrying. maybe i'm bipolar, or maybe i need help. geez.
the quintessence of a blog
why did i start a blog for? why do i even write in it? no one even reads it unless i make them. that's the stupid thing about xanga. you can't add a person unless they're WITH xanga. and that's STUPID. who started the whole idea of a blog? i find myself writing in my blog more than my actual journal now and you know what? i'm going to go write in my journal right now.
don't ask me why i write the things i write. they pop into my mind and somehow transfer to my fingers and all of a sudden, they somehow get onto the screen and before you know it, i'm pressing "post & publish" and like a snap, it's publicized onto the entire internet where random people could read about my life and point and laugh.

life sucks
i was in ceramics today innocently playing with a piece of clay since i had nothing else better to do. and these two seniors nonchalantly begin talking about this suicide party tomorrow or whatever. they just said, "so are you going to the suicide party?" and then later on, they said, "so if we don't kill ourselves do you want to take the train to denny's?" jackie, janet, and me laughed so hard. they were really funny. we even commented on how interesting their lives were. and they said that they don't even talk about how interesting their lives are anymore, but how interesting their lives used to be. what's funny is that the suicide party is within walking distance from my house. it's really funny. hahaha.

life sucks part II
last night i felt like a piece of shit. i was sneezing niagra falls every two seconds, my shoulder felt like someone decided to perform surgery on it when i wasn't looking, i had a headache, and my stomach felt like it had been twisted like a towel about to be snapped at someone's ass. and what sucks is that today i'm suffering from the aftershock. stupid rag i just want to kill it. and i'm still acting like a bitch, but not as much as i was during PMS week. however, since i'm on my rag THIS week, i dub thee RAG WEEK. where does it end, Lord, where does it end?
support breast cancer...research
today i was debating in my head whether or not i should buy a denim day pass so i could wear free dress tomorrow. i was thinking, "do i really want to pay $5 for free dress?" then i thought of the cause it was going to and it's for breast cancer. so because i felt bad, i reached into my backpack and fished out five bucks to give to the fund. we just have too many charities at our school. there's one every week, every day, every announcement talks about it. it's crazy. but there's no such thing as being too good. besides, we're a catholic school, it's our job to care for the ones who need it. and we do. and on that happy note, i leave you to think about something you could do today to care for someone. (i feel like someone on touched by an angel or some christian channel/ show)
solo
i have a solo in choir. it's to "i dreamed a dream" from les miserables.

Two Wrongs
[WYCLEF speaking (Claudette)]
(Oooh)
I'm just sittin here playing the guitar (Oooh)
(City High.. Claudette.. Wyclef)

[VERSE 1]
[WYCLEF:]
Excuse me, if you see me screaming
Deep in my mind, i'm only dreaming
cuz if i wake girl, and you're not by my side
i'd feel like half of me, is no longer alive
so please shorty, before you walk out that door
would you listen to my song

[CLAUDETTE:]
if only, i give you one last chance
with the devil, you can no longer dance
you got to be faithful, so we could be fruitful
build a family, and follow god faithfully
so just before i want to reply, i might listen to your song

[WYCLEF:]
ooh, before you walk out that door, listen

[CHORUS]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
girl i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
((yeah baby))
I'm gonna show you

[VERSE 2]
[CLAUDETTE ((Wyclef)):]
I'm gonna say ((i understand))
that i forgive you
and i aint gonna forget
that you brought me ?? ((baby, baby, baby))

[WYCLEF:]
But i have grown
from a thug to a man
Build my castle with bricks
and no longer with sand
Oh Girl

[Claudette:]
And just, before I want to reply, baby
I might listen to your song

[Wyclef:]
Ooh, before you walk out that door, listen

[CHORUS 2]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you

[BRIDGE]
[Claudette:]
I'm so used to the pain that I
Can't see the sunshine no more
I'm so used to the pain that the
the sickness feels like the cure

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
Ay, but if only you gave me
the keys to your soul
and let me in
i'm gonna love you
over ((over)), and over ((over)) again

[Wyclef & Claudette:]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[CHORUS 3]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((ohhh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night ((make love to me))
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
but promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you
((Show me, yeahhh))
I won't stay around the block no more
I'll come home early girl I promise



this is a cool song

festival
the festival...was boring as usual. it was different though because there was this new game called "jail" or i don't know. and hella people got put in there. jomar was gonna put me in there but i ran away. i heard kyle, trina, and trish got put in there though because of john. lol. funny. anyway, i ditched early because MANANG and CHRISTINE were BORED and manang wanted to get a job. well, yeah. i wanted to stay a lil bit longer. but oh friggin well. i went again on sunday. nothing changed. then i went home and my dad said magareta was gonna come. but she didn't come until seven. so i waited. and my day got really boring. and yeah. my life is boring anyway. i don't even think anyone reads this. it would be preferable if i had a chatterbox or tagboard so i'd KNOW. but i don't. so yeah. bye.