I've had a very eventful weekend. Probably the most social weekend I've had all summer. Friday I hung out with my friends Emma and Devany and Devany slept over. Then I went to a birthday party on Saturday, and I hung out with Emma and Devany and Peter today. We went to the pool and Taco Bell, and did henna and made smores. yumm.
But you know what annoys me? When people call you and invite you to a party or other shindig, and tell you that someone else canceled so you can go now. (true story -_-) The party I went to on Saturday. It was great, I had a fun time, but Maya (the girl who invited me) called me five hours before the party, and was like, "Oh yeah, sorry this is short notice, but Franny canceled, so I guess you can come now." Like gee. That makes me feel special. Like I'm second best, yeah. But I had a great time.
Did you know if you're with someone and they're not paying attention, you can lick their elbows and they won't even feel it. I'm serious, Maya told me that so I decided to test it, and I licked my friend, Louisa's elbow. I asked her if she felt it, and she said "felt what?" and Maya and me started cracking up. We kinda made a sport out of it for the rest of the party. I licked Lou's elbow 3 times without her noticing, Megan's once, Maya's once, and Devon's once. I only got my elbow licked once by Devon. it was so much fun. xD
^Maile^
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I want to go back to school
for the record, two of my favorite days in the school year is the first day and the last day. all the other days in between are a roller coaster. but it's better than being stuck inside cleaning your room or just waiting to die. (Which, is almost a step up from what I've been doing this summer) Tomorrow my mom is going to make me spend the day cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. which is definitely not my first choice of how to spend my day after soccer conditioning. since no one ever shows up, those that come have to run. how's that fair? it's not. Emily (the senior that works us a little harder) says she doesn't give a damn about people who don't show up, as long as she's in shape. I don't know about her, but if I were the senior in this picture, I'd be nicer to all the new freshman who probably haven't been forced to run like this ever in their lives. In all my years of playing soccer, I'll admit to never having to run this much. And this isn't even official practice. It's run only by the seniors. I guess it is completely optional, but come on. the least the others can do is show up once a week.
So, so far my summer is a total waste of my time. I mean, yeah, I've gotten a lot done compared to some of my peers, like I've almost finished a complete book series, drawn and painted more in the past two months than usual, and started learning a third language, but still. I'm not... como se dice.. a social butterfly. Usually, the only social interaction I get is from the people I hang out with or talk to at school. Which, again, I'll admit is not very many. I've had friends that call me antisocial to my face. It doesn't really phase me, to be honest, but you know, it's one of those things that you just blow off until times when you actually realize it's true. I spent the entire summer after sixth grade cooped up in my closet. Yes, my closet. And it wasn't even a walk in closet. Just a closet with my clothes and stuff pushed to the side so I could sit. I usually talked to myself while doing miscellaneous stuff, like doodling or cutting paper. Well, actually I put posters of people on my wall and pretended they could hear me. So technically, I wasn't talking JUST to myself. Isn't that sad? I even read my old school notes when I get bored sometimes. I mean, I guess this blog is a step up from talking to myself, but I tend to get a little bit rant-y and completely oblivious that someone can ACTUALLY be reading this. Oh well, now that I'm aware of it, I guess I'll go rant somewhere else.
^Maile!^
So, so far my summer is a total waste of my time. I mean, yeah, I've gotten a lot done compared to some of my peers, like I've almost finished a complete book series, drawn and painted more in the past two months than usual, and started learning a third language, but still. I'm not... como se dice.. a social butterfly. Usually, the only social interaction I get is from the people I hang out with or talk to at school. Which, again, I'll admit is not very many. I've had friends that call me antisocial to my face. It doesn't really phase me, to be honest, but you know, it's one of those things that you just blow off until times when you actually realize it's true. I spent the entire summer after sixth grade cooped up in my closet. Yes, my closet. And it wasn't even a walk in closet. Just a closet with my clothes and stuff pushed to the side so I could sit. I usually talked to myself while doing miscellaneous stuff, like doodling or cutting paper. Well, actually I put posters of people on my wall and pretended they could hear me. So technically, I wasn't talking JUST to myself. Isn't that sad? I even read my old school notes when I get bored sometimes. I mean, I guess this blog is a step up from talking to myself, but I tend to get a little bit rant-y and completely oblivious that someone can ACTUALLY be reading this. Oh well, now that I'm aware of it, I guess I'll go rant somewhere else.
^Maile!^
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
something I've been wanted to get off my chest...
backstory time!:
"You see this?" he pointed to his nose and asked me.
I rolled my eyes, "yeah, what?"
"Do you know what this is?" It was his nose, duh.
"A bunch of red little dots?" I answered, annoyed. (i was referring to his multiple zits. cuz I'm mean like that.)
He rolled his eyes this time and said, "No, it's a nose." but before i could say duh, he said, "and it's shaped RIGHT."
I knew he was referring to my flat nose. I'm Asian, it's not one of those things I'd like to change about myself. But hey, he didn't need to go around saying my nose is oddly shaped.
Who is he to be insulting my race? Our noses AREN'T formed wrong, its just the way we are.
I'm sick of all the Asian stereotypes that people make up. Like, oh, you're Asian, you must be good at math and science. Oh, you're Asian, you must play piano/be really good at drawing/study too much/play tennis/ice skate. Not that those are necessarily bad things to do, but still.
And the whole squinty eyes thing. Again, it's who we are. I've had friends that do the whole pulling their eyes back to look Chinese thing. I also hate that when people just automatically think you're Chinese or Japanese if you look Asian. I am 100% Vietnamese, thank you very much. (well as far as i know. I'm adopted) And all the "Made in China" stuff. I read this quote somewhere that said, "Fake hair? Fake Tan? Fake boobs? Where's you're Made in China sticker?" I know, that a lot of products were made in China, but that doesn't mean they make fake things. I don't know, some people may see it as whatever, but i thought it was really stupid, and would not have it in any Polyvore set of mine.
And I've gotten a Vietnamese sweat shop joke once too. It hurt a little. Like gee, think about my feelings, thanks.
And i know a lot of my friends that are Asian deal with shit like this too. Some complain that people think they're goth, or need to smile more. actually, a lot complain about people telling them to smile more. I could make a list, but i don't feel like mentioning a whole bunch of names. My take on it: I'm concentrating. sorry, Mr. (English Teacher), that I don't smile when I'm listening to you read aloud or when I'm taking a Literature Test. And I'm sorry that I wore a black t-shirt that one day. My bad.
But seriously, I never really dealt with this in elementary school. I feel like it's getting worse as we're getting older. Like, as we get older we actually LOOSE that voice inside our heads that tell us right from wrong. I know, we probably get it back gradually as we become adults (and some don't) but what the fuck. (excuse my language) I'll admit to being a goth at some point in my life, but I grew up, and got over showing my depression through dark clothing persona. So back the fuck off.
I don't really know why all this is floating in my brain right now, but it's making me really frustrated. And I need to be awake in less than six hours to go to conditioning. So i thought I'd get it off my chest.
If i could cut time out, I'd skip right to August 8th (start of Asian adoptee camp. yeah. we gots our own camp.n_n) so I can go to camp for that week, then come back and have a week before school starts. The only reason i don't cut that week out, is because I want one last week to cram with laziness (oxymoron) and to go shopping with my best friend, Devany Howard. (She's going to the Asian adoptee camp with me. She was adopted from China.)
^Maile!^
"You see this?" he pointed to his nose and asked me.
I rolled my eyes, "yeah, what?"
"Do you know what this is?" It was his nose, duh.
"A bunch of red little dots?" I answered, annoyed. (i was referring to his multiple zits. cuz I'm mean like that.)
He rolled his eyes this time and said, "No, it's a nose." but before i could say duh, he said, "and it's shaped RIGHT."
I knew he was referring to my flat nose. I'm Asian, it's not one of those things I'd like to change about myself. But hey, he didn't need to go around saying my nose is oddly shaped.
Who is he to be insulting my race? Our noses AREN'T formed wrong, its just the way we are.
I'm sick of all the Asian stereotypes that people make up. Like, oh, you're Asian, you must be good at math and science. Oh, you're Asian, you must play piano/be really good at drawing/study too much/play tennis/ice skate. Not that those are necessarily bad things to do, but still.
And the whole squinty eyes thing. Again, it's who we are. I've had friends that do the whole pulling their eyes back to look Chinese thing. I also hate that when people just automatically think you're Chinese or Japanese if you look Asian. I am 100% Vietnamese, thank you very much. (well as far as i know. I'm adopted) And all the "Made in China" stuff. I read this quote somewhere that said, "Fake hair? Fake Tan? Fake boobs? Where's you're Made in China sticker?" I know, that a lot of products were made in China, but that doesn't mean they make fake things. I don't know, some people may see it as whatever, but i thought it was really stupid, and would not have it in any Polyvore set of mine.
And I've gotten a Vietnamese sweat shop joke once too. It hurt a little. Like gee, think about my feelings, thanks.
And i know a lot of my friends that are Asian deal with shit like this too. Some complain that people think they're goth, or need to smile more. actually, a lot complain about people telling them to smile more. I could make a list, but i don't feel like mentioning a whole bunch of names. My take on it: I'm concentrating. sorry, Mr. (English Teacher), that I don't smile when I'm listening to you read aloud or when I'm taking a Literature Test. And I'm sorry that I wore a black t-shirt that one day. My bad.
But seriously, I never really dealt with this in elementary school. I feel like it's getting worse as we're getting older. Like, as we get older we actually LOOSE that voice inside our heads that tell us right from wrong. I know, we probably get it back gradually as we become adults (and some don't) but what the fuck. (excuse my language) I'll admit to being a goth at some point in my life, but I grew up, and got over showing my depression through dark clothing persona. So back the fuck off.
I don't really know why all this is floating in my brain right now, but it's making me really frustrated. And I need to be awake in less than six hours to go to conditioning. So i thought I'd get it off my chest.
If i could cut time out, I'd skip right to August 8th (start of Asian adoptee camp. yeah. we gots our own camp.n_n) so I can go to camp for that week, then come back and have a week before school starts. The only reason i don't cut that week out, is because I want one last week to cram with laziness (oxymoron) and to go shopping with my best friend, Devany Howard. (She's going to the Asian adoptee camp with me. She was adopted from China.)
^Maile!^
Monday, July 19, 2010
To be honest...
I am so tired of summer. I want to go back to school. There! I said it! I don't like summer. I don't get a lot done, and honestly, I'm just a lazy stump all summer. I wish my school was like those schools that have school year-round, but have short breaks throughout the year. I think three months off of school is stupid!! Its like working out hard for three weeks, and doing absolutely nothing for the next week.. you think you're in shape, and you are compared to people who never work out, but after that one week of doing nothing, you are completely out of shape. I can guarantee 93% of the kids in my class won't do anything to stimulate their brains most of the summer. Me included. I haven't looked over any of my notes from the previous school year, or done any math exercises or anything like that. The only thing I've studied all summer is the zodiac, and i don't think they have any freshmen classes on astrology.
But don't get me wrong, I like breaks from school. I like not having homework, or having to think about people I don't particularly like, or studying for tests/quizzes/exams. But I just wish the breaks were more spread out. it doesn't make sense to spread nutella all over your toast except for a circle in the middle. i don't know, it may be just me and my opinion. (when you read opinion really fast, it looks like onion kinda.)
But don't get me wrong, I like breaks from school. I like not having homework, or having to think about people I don't particularly like, or studying for tests/quizzes/exams. But I just wish the breaks were more spread out. it doesn't make sense to spread nutella all over your toast except for a circle in the middle. i don't know, it may be just me and my opinion. (when you read opinion really fast, it looks like onion kinda.)
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