18

so blogger tells me that this is my eighteenth post. That's fun and dandy and all those other adjectives, but it got me thinking about the number eighteen.

Who decided that when a person turned eighteen, they were mature/responsible enough to take care of themselves/take responsibility for themselves? How do you all of a sudden become an adult? It's not like we have a ritual/ceremony/trial that we must pass to verify our adultness (like spirit walks or something), we just... get a day older. But who picked 18 as the age where it's ok for us to be out past ten, driving whenever the hell we want to, voting for the future, getting drafted (do we still have that actually?), signing our own papers, stop going to the pediatrician, and all those other things?

I'm going to be eighteen in a couple months. And unless something huge happens between then and now, I do not think i'm going to be ready for all of that responsibility all at once.



but then again, it's probably not that big a deal

what you ought to know

youtube it. they're informative funny and basically everything that i strive for. except male. i try not to be male whenever possible. xD


i found another website because of the WYOTK guys. it's www.garfieldminusgarfield.com
poor jon. xD super funny tho. i read ALL of them straight in one sitting. my eyes got tired but it was worth it.


and this is what i do on finals week rather than studying. and probably the reason that i'm going to get a B in both Lit and Econ. Gov was an inevitable thing. hopefully i have an A in everything else though. we'll see.... we'll see.

$

i wish i had money. then i could spend it on food and be less hungry. or i could pay people back who had to spot me when i succumbed under the insistent demands of my ever empty stomach.


maybe i just need to be less of a fatty...





but then i'll still owe people money.


(i spelled then as tehn again.... twice... my fingers! they just won't respooooooooond! T-T)

totally inappropriate

i should be studying for bio right now, but i feel like a rebellious bamf who dgaf. =]

but yeah. i love tina fey soooo much! i saw an episode of 30 rock. it was so HIlarious. i laughed a lot.

:b

my milkshake brings all the cows to the yard~!

and i am bo-red. bo. red. boored. boo. red. boreed. bo. reed. lol. thos are all words! except for thos. -_____-"



plip.

i should be sleeping. but i can't talk to john cuz he's on finals week an i needed to tell someone about my day. so i'll tell the internet.

hello internet. how are you?

yeah i'm good. my day? hmm... well...

i woke up at eight in the morning and therefore arrived to school ten or so minutes late. i also did not have time to shower and therefore felt icky.

gov was a free response final thinger. i feel ok about that. not great, but ok.

p.e. i found out we're having a physical fitness test. i dont think it really matters in my case since all i need is this credit and then i'll be done... but we'll see.
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in bio we did a lab thinger and people disobeyed the teacher. but then again, she's not really the kind of person that inspires obedience. or inspires anything for that matter.

lunchtime we took a picture for student's league, in which we demanded funny poses for some reason... and i discovered that my teeth are hurting me and my whole mouth is just uncomfortable for no reason or a bad reason or something. i think i need to make an appointment.

multi we didnt do anything, so i read my lit book. which i like. i just wish that i didnt have to read it in such a short amount of time, cuz i didnt get to soak in the pretty words. but that meant that i didnt feel bad skimming the boring parts. which was a lot of it in truth. lol.

physics... she actually kept us after school. lame huh? stupid people need to learn to SHUT THE FUCK UP. stfu people. stfu.

and then i got home and showered and read a little and fell asleep and ate dinner and then read the rest and then finished the lit stuff and then finished the lab for bio (kinda) and then came up with an idea for 100 day gift and then came on here to tell you about my day. whew.

well internet... i hope your day was more interesting. but still happy, bcuz sometimes interesting isn't happy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mplpD6gdAOA

hahahah. the bears just keep multiplying!!! oO;;

emily chang

you think a name is so special. you think your name is your own. and then you find out... there's someone else with the same name as you! crazy business. (until you realize that statistically, it's quite rare for someone to NOT have the same name as you)

what's worse, is when you find out what someone else has done with the same name. What if they're someone famous, rich, popular, and successful? or what if they're a mass murderer? like.. would you like have the same name as the chainsaw guy around that time? and imagine the kids named osama bin laden... that's not a terribly uncommon name.

maybe it's better not to know...













or maybe i'll start a club of emily chang's around the world and we can do crazy cool secret stuff. like... t.p. the alamo! =] would that count as terrorism? ok.. nvm. or how about... help kittens in need. yeah. that sounds cool, crazy and secret. xD


or at least, two out of three is good.

next saturday?

i believe we are having a garage sale on saturday next... which is january 24th.

i have heard tell, however, that some people have plans on that day. in any case, we are going to start early in the morning and hopefully be done by lunchtime. let either me or sayo know if you can make it! =]

even if you can't make it, try to bring stuffs for us to sell. so we can make oodles of money. and use the money to spend on our rings! =] yay! (or pocketwatches or whatever)

we need to have an actual planning day tho, like the who (is coming/working/bringing stuff to sell), what (are we selling and are we doing with the money), when (...what time to what time), where (i think ashley volunteered her house without asking yet...), and we all know the why. =]

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newho...

yesterday john and i hung out. he bought me these two packets of gum at a car wash.

that's one of them

and that's the other one. the back of the birthcontrol gum has funny directions/warning on the back.

i dont know what to do with them. like.. what if my parents see? lol.

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice"

And I start wondering how they came to be blind.

If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,

and I think of the poor mother

brooding over her sightless young triplets.

Or was it a common accident, all three caught

in a searing explosion, a firework perhaps?

If not,

if each came to his or her blindness separately,

how did they ever manage to find one another?

Would it not be difficult for a blind mouse

to locate even one fellow mouse with vision

let alone two other blind ones?

And how, in their tiny darkness,

could they possibly have run after a farmer's wife

or anyone else's wife for that matter?

Not to mention why.

Just so she could cut off their tails

with a carving knife, is the cynic's answer,

but the thought of them without eyes

and now without tails to trail through the moist grass

or slip around the corner of a baseboard

has the cynic who always lounges within me

up off his couch and at the window

trying to hide the rising softness that he feels.

By now I am on to dicing an onion

which might account for the wet stinging

in my own eyes, though Freddie Hubbard's

mournful trumpet on "Blue Moon,"

which happens to be the next cut,

cannot be said to be making matters any better.

Billy Collins

i love billy collins