writers block.

I'm supposed to be writing my admission essays right now.
But I don't know what to write.

I really hate those "Who are you?" prompts.
Who am I? I don't know.

afvndafljkvbsdkfjdbvadslf. <3 Fi

stargazing.

There are certain activities that I feel that everyone wants to do, but has never gone around to actually doing them. Examples of these are juggling, origami, and playing an exotic instrument.
Stargazing falls under this category as well.

I personally have always wanted to learn how to do this. When I was little, I read many picture books that glorified staring up at night and seeing the stars. 
But I could never find the right dots of light.

Is that the north star?

No wait, I think it's that one.

No, that one seems more bright.

Many years have passed, and now I've realized that I can use this to impress others and make new friends.

You see, not many people actually know how to stargaze. In fact, none of my friends have a clue which star is which. This is good, because this means that I can pretend to know what I'm doing, and they'll believe me.

The conversation would go something like this:

Me: <points randomly up at the sky> Hey look, there's the Big Dipper!

Friend: The what?

Me: The Big Dipper. It's a constellation. <points at another random spot in the sky> And there's the North Star!

Friend: I don't see them.

Me: <point at the general spot where you said the Big Dipper was> It's right there. See that big cluster of stars? If you connect them... <move your hand like you're doing a connect-the-dots, still in the sky> it'll form a picture! Cool, huh?

Friend: I still don't see it.

Me: <acting frustrated> Right there! <stab your finger at the sky>

Friend: Oh, that's cool! 

Your friend won't ask more than two times about the specific location of the stars if you act frustrated and irritated enough each time you point it out again. 

They'll pretend they see which star you're talking about, so they don't seem ignorant. 

And that my friends, is how you impress people.

But make sure the person you talk to isn't an expert with stargazing. Because if that happens, you're pretty much screwed. <3 Fi

-headdesk-

 

Dear Santa,

Please turn this into a three page essay.

<3 Fi

why are birthdays celebrated?

You didn't do anything important. You were just born.

One of the many mysteries of today's society... <3 Fi

music spotlight.

dIt has come to my attention that many songs and artists don't get the recognition that they deserve. This is because artists like Lady GaGa, Katy Perry, and Bruno Mars are hogging the spotlight and being overplayed on the radio. (You know it's true.)

So, once in a while I'll post music from a few of my favorite lesser-known artists, in hopes that I'll create some new fans, and to share their lovely music.

The first band is called Parachute, and their latest album was called Losing Sleep.

It's really a beautiful, and it's a great album to listen to if you're stressed, or just need to relax. Some people say their music is a cross between Maroon 5 and John Mayer, but it's a great summer album as well.
My favorite song by them is called Words Meet Heartbeats.

The second band is called Jack's Mannequin, and their latest album is called Everything in Transit.

There's a happy-go-lucky feel to most of the songs, and there's quite a bit of piano in the tracks. Both the melodies and lyrics are amazing, and worth listening to.

I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.
When did society decide that we had to change
And wash a t-shirt after every individual use:
If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.

(These lyrics are from their song I'm Ready.)

Well there you go. (= So, I hope that you take a look at these two bands, and take a break from all the bad pop that's taken over the radio. <3 Fi

wishing you a happy holiday.

I'd like to take a break from all the food that I've been eating, and wish you all a happy Christmahannukwanzadan (Hope that covers everyone), or for those who aren't celebrating anything, have a nice day at home. (=

My family and I aren't exactly religious, so when Christmas-time rolls around, we pretty much sleep in, have dinner parties, and enjoy the alone time.
... we sound like such losers....

But I love the holiday season.
I love the lights that everyone has on their houses.
I love the candy canes.
I love the smell of christmas trees.
I love the snow.

So, have a nice one! And if you believe in 2012, we have about two years left to live, before the world explodes, so make it a holiday to remember, bahaha.


<3 Fi

snow.

IT'S SNOWING!!
asbdvlsdfjdkdnsnowsnowsnowsnow.

Our school was really pumped about it, since it started snowing on the last period of the day.
Everyone was dancing outside after class.
And my friend Alex was running around saying that it was a Christmas miracle.

Of course, there was always that one kid who was all,

I'm Jewish.

But hey. You don't have to be Christian to enjoy the miracle.

I especially love new snow. I love the feeling of stomping all over it, and knowing that the little boot tracks are from me, not from some random moose or something. 

And I love knowing that I was the very first person to experience it.

Here's a song that I listen to that makes me happy. Like new snow. Tee hee. (:

... and I hope swim practice is canceled. <3 Fi

because chain mail can be hilarious.

I found this in my inbox, and I laughed.
It was titled "if facebook existed years ago", sent to me by my friend Emily.
Hope you like them. (=
(Click the image for the original size and clearer viewing.) 

Normally I hate chain mail though. Especially those If-You-Don't-Forward-This-You-Will-Die ones. Ugh. <3 Fi

tetris.

Tetris is probably my favorite thing in the entire world. And I'm not even kidding.
This is the only game I play anymore.
Because Pokemon, Xbox, and Call Of Duty just don't make the cut.

lovelovelovelovelove

When you think about it, it takes SO much talent to play Tetris.
You have to think really quickly and have good reaction time in the higher levels when the blocks start coming down really fast.
You have to be smart, because if you just place blocks randomly, you won't get a good score.
And you have to think ahead, because it shows the block that'll come next, and you need to keep that in mind.

It takes more skill to be good at Tetris, then it takes to be good at mindless shooting games that are currently popular.

And it's really fun. =D
So here's the link, in case you want to play it. Cause you know, it's kinda awesome. 


On a normal day, I fall asleep playing this. <3 Fi

i learn how to play bassoon.

Yeah that's right.
As of yesterday, at 7:15pm, I'm a bassoon player.
But a very bad one at that.

I sound like an elephant farting when I try to blow out a note on this tremendous instrument.
But hey, we all have to start somewhere.

I'll probably add more details about it later.

But I really need to practice. I need to be able to play a few notes before my next lesson. Bahaha. <3 Fi

justin bieber.

Alright guys.
Let's talk.
About Justin Bieber.

When I bring this delicate topic up, about 50% of people I talk to you are like...

OHMYGAWD JUSTIN BIEBER KISS ME ILOVEYOUILOVEYOU HUG ME LOVE ME!!! OMGOMGOMG

They'll go on and on, discussing their undying love for this kid. And they won't stop. 

And then there's those people who are like 

Ew. Justin Bieber. I hate that kid. His music sucks, and he's ugly.

Ok guys. I know this a popular topic of discussion.

On Facebook.

In real life. 

And half of the discussions are always Haters vs Fans based. 

I really don't get the hype about him. He's a good singer, and he's successful at a young age. He can dance well, and he's a pop star.

SO WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL. 

And here's the thing,
I feel like half the people who hate on him, don't actually feel that way. I think that they're just trying to fit in with everyone by hating on Justin Bieber.
That's just me. I know that there are some people out there that really actually truly hate him.

But look at me.
I hate certain bands.
But I don't go around parading my disgust about them.
I don't make hurtful Facebook groups about how I think that the Black Eyed Peas possess absolutely zero talent and how all their music is just all autotuned crap.
I just keep it all inside.

Go make some real music, ok? Cause yours sucks.

And to clear some things up,

Justin Bieber isn't fat.
Justin Bieber is most likely not gay, judging by the fact that he dates girls.
Justin Bieber isn't ugly. 
Justin Bieber has gone through puberty. 
Justin Bieber is not a girl.  
Justin Bieber probably won't be run over by a train in the near future.
Justin Bieber probably wasn't a hobo who lived in a box for the majority of his childhood.

He's just a talented person who's just trying to sing and make some money.
And his songs are decent.

So stop hating unnecessarily. 


Please and thank you. <3 Fi

christmas carols & some.

I wrote a long ranting post expressing my hate for Chrismas carols.
But then I accidentally deleted it all. Oops.

And due to Saturday-afternoon laziness, I won't write it again. Sorry.
To make up for it, here's a goose. 

 

And a unicorn. 

Did I make your day better? Yes I did. Now you're going to be happy because you just love unicorns and geese with a burning passion of ten fiery suns. Deny it, and the unicorn will stab you to death with it's horn. =D 

I'm just grumpy because it's raining outside. I want snow. Ugh. <3 Fi

my awkward little secrets i don't share.

It occurred to me, that I will probably won't meet any of you in real life.
I don't show any of my friends my blog.
So, might as well tell you about all the little, weird things I do. [:

1.) I live in constant fear of burning my tongue. I reduce microwaving times by ten seconds. I let hot chocolate or tea sit for at least five minutes. And above all, I hate eating cookies "fresh out of the oven".

2.) I've wanted to play the tuba since I was in second grade. That wish was unfulfilled. I play the violin.

3.) Those little printed address labels on envelopes that are addressed to me make me feel special. They also make me feel like I'm in trouble with the police.

4.) When I'm really mad, I kick a wall. It's normally not a good solution.

5.) Before picture day, I prepare at least a week in advance. I practice smiling in any mirror, so I don't have that forced-smile look.
... Yes, someone has walked in on me grinning at myself in the mirror. Yes, it was quite awkward.

6.) I still play Neopets. And to those who are prejudiced about it, I bet I've talked to people twice your age there. So ha.

7.)  I have this habit of counting how many weird looks I get. My current record is 48. I don't remember the exact day, but I remember that it was on a Thursday.

8.) I hate Tuesdays. I can't stand them. Every Tuesday is a bad day.

9.) I've never been in a church before. I'm not Christian, so don't make any assumptions of me being the devil or anything. Never stepped foot in a church though. How weird.

10.) I probably knit better than most old grandmas. 

11.) I think that citrus scented body wash should be banned. Same with grapefruit. And lets get rid of those bottles of glitter. They get everywhere and you can't get them off.

12.) There's a box in my basement that has a dead spider in the bottom left corner. I know this because I was looking for crayons inside of the box, and saw it. This was when I was eight. I hate spiders, so I haven't touched that box since. (I found the crayons though.)

13.) I harbor a secret love for Ke$ha. Ask me about it, and I'll deny it.

14.) I shake bottles of soda and seltzer before I open them. I love the thrill of slowly opening and closing the cap so everything doesn't explode.


This list will probably grow over time, as I catch myself doing some more odd things.

Hope that none of you judge me from this. <3 Fi

hobo gloves.

How amazing.
I can't describe how much I worship these things. No joke.
I know it sounds weird.
But I would sell my soul to fingerless gloves.

They keep your fingers warm!
They allow you to keep doing things you want in life! Like writing, texting, or playing the piano!
They come in stylish designs that will make your friends think you're super cool!
They're cheap!

I got a pair this weekend at the Nordstrom Rack. And they were 20% off. And then another 10% off.
Which equals... a lot of savings.
I think they were about ten dollars.
Not quite sure.

But it's the best decision I've ever made. So go buy a pair. Because gloves are stupid because you can't do anything if you have them on.
Except for snowball fights.
Gloves are good for snowball fights. (:

And now a little song to make you happy...


Oh yeah, we got our first snowfall yesterday! It was when I came out of the pool after swim practice. My hair froze into little icicles. <3 Fi

i'm never eating pomegranates again.

Today, the first day of December, I was walking home from school.
And I was feeling pretty good.
So, I decided to treat myself to some pomegranate in the fridge.
Harmless, right?

As I took it out, I realized that aside from drinking a bottle of pomegranate juice, I have NEVER eaten one before. Ever.
But hey, that's ok.

So I wrestled the fruit onto a cutting board and started attacking it with a knife.
Opening it, I started digging out the seeds.
Red juice started flying around the kitchen, but I was intent on getting my share.
... and that was when my mother walked in.

Which was unfortunately a horrible time to make an entrance.
She saw her daughter with a bloody-red substance splattered on her face, hair and clothes, holding a knife, and with a murderous intent in her eyes, hacking at something that was squirting the red liquid everywhere.
I suppose it was quite traumatizing for her.


I'm sure that she will never be the same after that. <3 Fi

Note: Sorry for not updating as much as I used to. >_< Private school admissions are eating up my life. I'll start being more active after the deadlines. (:

thanksgiving.

This day is my favorite day of the year.
Today I have an excuse to eat whatever I want, and not look like a fattie.
Today I'm allowed to sleep in and get fattened.

But there's a minor problem this time.
For the first time, my mom has decided to take initiative and roast our very own turkey. We normally slack off and go out to eat.
We "brined" it by sticking it the poor, raw turkey into a bucket and putting it in our garage. (It wouldn't fit in our fridge)
And right now it's sitting in the oven.

I smell something burning... <3 Fi

P.S Happy turkey day everyone! If you're a vegetarian, well, happy pecan pie day? x]

stop it.

The word "sexy" needs to stop being everywhere.
Seriously.
Everywhere I go, it seems to be following me like the stray cat in our neighborhood. No joke.
And that word is fine, if you're trying to advertise underwear or clothing or something. But stop using it for stupid things unrelated to it.

Buy our sexy plasma TV.

This lamp will make your room sexy.

This sexy electronic device now features a larger screen and a brighter LCD light.

NO. STOP IT. 

Use adjectives. That's what they're there for.

To describe a noun.

Sexy shouldn't be the only word in your small little limited-thinking-brain. 

If it is..

Well then you're just some stupid pervert who needs to get a life. (: 

Have a nice day. <3 Fi

random.

Today was picture retakes. And the funny thing is, was that you could tell who was going and who wasn't. The ones who were had nice clothes on, perfect hair, and nice shoes.
The ones who weren't, were dressed normally, with messed up hair, sweatpants, and a hoodie.
It was amusing, walking around seeing half the school dressed like they were going to meet the President and other half looking like they were hobos looking for food.
Ahaha. (:

My swim coach has a skype.
Since she won't be at the practice today, we're going to video chat with her on the computer. So we're pretty much going to project it on the wall, and there will be a big Coach-face on the wall. Somehow, I find that amusing.

I'm feeling so worn out. Swimming is hard. School is hard. Falling asleep is hard. Studying is hard. Applying for a private school is hard.
But as I start feeling down, my dad always happens to walk by my room singing Billionaire. The one by Travie McCoy or whoever.
He loves that song. x] But he can't sing. Oh goodness.

I know I'm being dry, and gross, and you all are probably going to unfollow me. :(
Bahaha. Even nerds have their bad days.
I'll feel better soon.
Gah, I need to stop being filled with self-pity.
And I need to think of something better to write about.

-screams into a pillow-

Ok, I'm good.
Phew.

<3 Fi

ignore this?

I have nothing to say.
Nothing's new.
Nothing's interesting. 

Which reminds me, how much I miss being little. There was nothing to worry about, no big tests, no paying taxes and nothing.
Why the hell did I want to grow up?
I should have been like Peter Pan and sprinkled that pixie dust or whatever Tinkerbell had all over me. I should have SWAM in that stuff. Then I could fly and never grow up.

Screw maturity.

I think when I was little, if I could describe my life in a landscape, it would be something like this. 

Look at the pretty birds!

Now, it would be like,

No water for you!

Ha, I feel so pessimistic. I don't think I got enough sleep last night. Too busy cramming. Earg.

Ignore this post. <3 Fi

oh the joys of self motivation.

Lately, I've been having a little trouble staying on task whenever I'm near my computer.
I get these sudden urges to go and surf the web instead of doing work.
For example, I'd rather watch some stupid video of a dog on a treadmill than finish my science lab.

So, fed up with myself, I found a solution. I put sticky notes on my computer.

They work like a charm. <3 Fi

a tip for texbook cover designers.

Don't ever feature a smiling kid on the cover.
Actually, avoid any pictures of people on it.

Why?
First, let me ask you.
Do you like studying? 

Your answer is undoubtedly a strong NO. The truth: Everybody hates studying.
And anyone who says they enjoy it, is either...
a) Trying to sound smart
b) Someone who has absolutely no life

Moving on, please imagine this situation.
It's almost 12 in the morning, and you have a big test tomorrow. You forgot about it, and suddenly realized that the test WAS TOMORROW.
You freak out.
So, you sit down at your desk. And take a few deep breaths.
And start to study.
You have your glasses on like a good kid, perfectly sharpened #2 pencil in hand, and textbook flipped open on your desk.
For the first hour everything is going fine. You're cramming Latin words in your head, memorizing statistics, and reciting all the countries in the Northern Hemisphere like a hyperactive-overdosed-on-coffee machine.
But then, suddenly you snap. It might be caused from the overload of caffeine in your bloodstream, one complicated equation, or a entire page of nonstop text. 
You're pissed off.

So you look around for someone or something to take your anger out at.
You look for your parents, but they're already dreaming blissful dreams of their adorable child graduating from Harvard and curing cancer.
You look in the fridge, but close it because there's nothing to eat.
You look at your fish, then think about the salmon you ate for dinner and feel bad for your sorry little goldfish swimming in your sorry little tank.
There's nothing you can do with your anger.

Then you look at your textbook. You close it angrily and stare at the awful thing that is causing so much pain in misery in your life.

Note: I have nothing against the actual content of this. Just the cover. (:

Your eyes focus on the smiling face on the cover.
Suddenly, you're consumed by rage directed at the person on it.

WHY ARE YOU HAPPY? ARE YOU HAPPY AT MY MISERY? WELL YOU'VE GOT WHAT YOU WANTED YOU AWFUL PERSON!

All common sense have flown from your mind, and you end up sitting at your desk filled with uncontrollable hate at this person on your textbook.

What the person did was unforgivable. Smile at your pain? INTOLERABLE.
You resolve to hunt him/her down.
You will not be calm until he/she suffers the same torture that you did.

-----------

So, textbook designers, please don't put people on your covers.
Do you need an example?

This is probably the MOST straightforward cover I have ever seen. And it works. Kudos to Sparknotes.


So for safety of yourself and others, do not put people on your covers. Thank you. <3 Fi

:')

Every single time, I see this, I cry like a little girl.
And I apologize in advance for getting cheesy on you all.




Even as I'm typing this in the pitiful Blogger box, fat tears are rolling down my cheeks. It's just so beautiful...
*sniff*
I know that most of you have heard of this before.
And I know that it's only November.
But quite frankly, I don't care.
... so ha.


*watches it again* .... *starts crying again* <3 Fi

my costume.

Did you know that America spends approximately 2 billion dollars on Halloween?
That's insane. It really is.

When you think about it, Halloween is a day for younger kids to go around and get candy. Older kids scoff at trick or treating and run off to parties.
The one thing in common?
The need for a costume.

And anyone who went to iParty, Walmart, or wherever they sell them, know that these can get pretty pricey. Forty dollars for a costume I'll wear once? No thanks.

But being me, I found a way around the price tag.
I'm being a chicken.
Because they sold chicken hats for five dollars at iParty.

Mommy, there's a chicken on that girl's head... x]

I hope none of you vegetarians get mad at me. (: <3 Fi

thank you.

 Just a small section for people I'd like to thank in my life. Because it's okay to get cheesy at times like these. (:

So, thank you....

... Dad for always being there for me.

... Mom for forcing down my burnt baked goods and being able to smile and tell me that they're delicious. 

... stray cat for making my life a little more exciting by creeping by my front door.

... Kat for making me laugh in homeroom.

... Snooze Button for making me late to school every day.

... Henry for giving me motivation to study harder so I can get a better grade than you.

... socks for keeping my feet warm.

... Jan for preventing me from dying of boredom in Orchestra.

... Chris for making me laugh at swim practice, even though the coach is trying to make us die from exhaustion.


... Emily for being my first friend.

I don't know what I would do without you all. <3 Fi

the issue with sticky notes.

Sticky notes. Post-it notes. We all use them. We use them to jot down a quick note or a number, or use them to remind yourself of something important. They're cheap and durable. But you should always buy more than one pad of them.
Why?

Because if you have only one, you'll be in a few awkward moments. These first involve you wanting to write something down. However, your sticky note pad already contains important information on it. Now, you must make a choice.

Choice One:

You can tear off the current sticky on the pad and then write down the thing you wanted to write.

You get what you wanted on paper, no sweat right? But it's not that easy. You first need to put the other sticky note that was on the pad in a safe place. Or you need to transfer the information. This would require getting an entirely separate piece of paper or opening your computer to type it down. And this is before you manage to lose it entirely. (Sticky notes are easy to lose.)

Choice Two:

You remember the thing you wanted to write down and keep the pad as is.

Pros? You keep the information currently on the sticky note pad.

Cons? There is a high chance of forgetting the thing you wanted to write down.

Solution:

There isn't one. So sorry.

Be prepared. Always have two sticky note pads. <3 Fi

the king-sized candy bar dilemma.

It's almost Halloween.
And you know what that means?

Candy.

There are those who proclaim that they are simply "too old for Halloween" or that they "have other academic conflicts". Well they can be mature and miss out.
But me? I'm going out there and getting as much freaking candy that I can get and more. And nothing can stop me.
So my philosophy regarding Halloween? Screw maturity and get candy.


Now, I've lived in my neighborhood for quite a while now. So after years and years of flapping around with crappy homemade costumes on October 31, (my friends and I are way too cheap to buy our own) we all know where the best houses are.
We know which houses buys the cheap 99¢ for 100 pieces bags of candy. We know who splurges and gets huge bags of jellybeans and king sized Snickers. And of course, we know which house is the super health-concerned one who hands out apples and pretzels.

Naturally, we aim for the few who hand out huge chocolate bars and enormous bags of candy. But since the recession, only two or three houses can afford to spend an average of $100 dollars of candy. So, on an average Halloween, I normally receive tons of small bits of chocolate and lollipops, and only one or two king sized candy bars.

Now, it's easy to eat the small bits of candy. You can easily grab an Almond Joy for school, or have a packet of Gobstoppers as a small after-dinner dessert.
But it's the big ones that are hard to eat.

Don't get me wrong, I can eat three or four in one sitting. But eating it is mostly mental.
Let me explain.

You will treasure those two large candy bars. You will look at them longingly every time you grab a small bit of chocolate from your Halloween bag. You will tell yourself "I need to save it. I need to save it."
But after a few weeks of this, you can barely stand it anymore. You want the king sized candy bar.

So you decide a date when you will eat it. Maybe it's two weeks from now. Maybe it's next Wednesday.

You wait in anticipation for this day. And when it comes, wait, when do you want to eat it? Not in the morning, because then you wouldn't enjoy it. Not at school, because then you'd have to share it. (Don't deny it, we've all felt like this before.) Not after school, because you don't want to get chocolate all over your homework. Not before dinner, because it would ruin your appetite. Not after dinner, because you're too full. Not before bed because you don't want to brush chocolate off your teeth.
And finally, you can't spread the entire thing out for the entire day, because it would melt in your pocket, leaving behind a sticky mess.

So, by the end of the day, you feel miserable, and still haven't eaten the king sized candy bar.
But don't worry! There's always tomorrow!


And then repeat the entire process all over again. <3 Fi 

i've never been so nervous in my life.

I just came back from my first interview.
For a private high school.
And I'm still freaking out, even though it's over.

Did I do okay?
Did I answer the questions right?
Did I seem way too stupid?
Was I polite enough?
Did I talk too much?
Did I dress too casual?
Did I make a good impression?
Was it okay that I didn't get my interviewer's email?
Was it bad how I said my favorite subject was history even though my interview was a math teacher?
Was it a bad choice to say I wasn't very athletic?
Was it a bad idea to say that I wasn't good at art?
Did I insult the interviewer in any way?
Should I email my tour guide?
Did I forget to say something important?


The stress is killing me slowly. <3 Fi

singing toothbrushes.

Some people associate different songs with different memories at various points of their lives.
You might have a special song you relate to camp. Or your ex. Or your best friend who moved to Russia two years ago. Or your pet rabbit.

But I'm not one of those people who do that. But there's only one song that sticks out.
And that is "Walk Away" by Kelly Clarkson. Random, right?
No. That was the song that was played by my singing toothbrush I got when I was around eight. It was when they were super popular, and everyone had them. Every time you brushed your teeth, it would play the song programmed into the toothbrush and how loud it was depends on hard you pressed down.

So I saw an ad in some magazine, and I was immediately consumed by this desire to get one of those. I knew the only way I would get my parents to buy me this amazing thing was if I used my current Disney Princess themed one until the blue indicators wore out.

So I brushed.
And brushed.
And brushed.
I brushed eleven times a day.
I. Wanted. A. Singing. Toothbrush.

Finally, my parents noticed my new fanatic wear-out-my-current-toothbrush attitude. Even though they were delighted to see their daughter finally caring about her teeth, they were slightly worried.

So they decided to fulfill my dream and buy me one. It was a random grab--one-off-the-shelf-and-pay-and-leave choice.
And the song was Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson.

Sure, the experience was amazing the first few times.
Each time I brushed, my pink brush would blast the song.
I loved it.

But then, a few hundred times later, the song started getting old. I knew all the lyrics. I didn't want to hear the same song, with the same tune, every single morning.

Now whenever I hear that song, I want to throw something at a wall. No, seriously.

I reccommend you don't buy them, unless if you really, really, really love the song you're getting. <3 Fi

problems with creative bathrooms.

My family ate out after my swim meet today. Mexican, if you were wondering.
And it was pretty good. I had a catfish fajita which was actually delicious.
And then, I had to go to the bathroom to wash my hands.

So, I followed the  bright neon sign indicating "RESTROOM" among the other neon signs on the wall advertising different brands of beer. (I'm not trying to be racist or anything, but I've seriously never been to a Mexican restaurant that didn't have those. You know it's true.)
And I was met with an awkward dilemma.

Instead of having the normal Men and Women signs, they had these two Spanish words emblazoned on each wooden door. They didn't even had those stick figure pictures.
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their attempt at authenticity and creativeness, but I feel that you should clearly indicate which gender each bathroom is which. Just saying.

And yes, I take Spanish. But it's not exactly my best subject, so I still didn't know them. (No, they were not chico or chica.)

So I ended up having to ask a waiter (who actually was Spanish) about which was which.
And after a few seconds of her staring at me clearing saying "Ohmygoodness not another one. When does my shift end?" in her eyes, she told me it was the left one.
 

Moral of the Story: Please indicate the gender clearly on bathroom doors. <3 Fi

life is a slight let down.

It took me a lot of deep pre-sleep thinking to get me to realize that,

My life isn't as interesting as I had anticipated.

I know I sound extremely pessimistic,  but I can't really deny it anymore. Like many kids, I grew up watching Saturday morning cartoons consisting of super-humans and their super-awesome-sidekicks. Batman went off to fight crime everyday and had this awesome outfit. (On a side note, I was Batman when I was nine for Halloween. Yes, I idolized him that much.) In Buzz Lightyear, Buzz ends up saving the freaking world every freaking episode. Even Teletubbies had cool stuff. 

So my reasoning was that when I got as old as people in my cartoons (like, nine years of age) I would have an amazing life filled with adventures with my talking animal friends and saving the world every few minutes. 

And I dreamed that I would be a hero. I dreamed that little seven year old girls would have my picture on their bedside tables, and say to themselves, "I want to be just like her when I grow up." I dreamed that there would be a day that school would let kids stay at home to honor Fiona Day. (If Columbus could have his own day, why can't I?)

You can imagine my delight on my ninth birthday. 

Nine was my landmark year. It was a year that represented a new life, a new ME. 

And I was let down. Animals did not start talking to me. I did not have a Batmobile, nor did I have a big red dog like Clifford.

This made me think.

Maybe nine is a bit too young.

Feeling better, I decided to wait until I was ten.

And eleven.

And twelve.

And then I gave up. 

And I realized the horrible truth that my life would be boringly real for the rest of my life.

I would still have to do my homework every day.

Animals will never talk to me.

And I will never get my own day devoted to me.

So sad, so sad. <3 Fi

i can't throw stuff away.

So I was cleaning out my old stuff that I managed to shove in the corners of my room yesterday. And I realized that I have this dangerous condition that prevents me from throwing anything away.

I call it The-Inability-To-Throw-Old-Shit-Away Syndrome.

It's based on the thinking that everything will give me memories of my teenage years when I'm eighty or something.

Like my sixth grade agenda book. Or a random English essay. Or a random art project I got a B- on. Or my favorite pencil that's sharpened down to a stub.

I'm not able to throw it all away, and it's stacked in mountains inside my closet. Originally, I used it to hang my clothes in. Too late for that now. My random crap has taken over.

It's like a freaking monster. And I'm letting it grow larger with my Inability-To-Throw-Old-Shit-Away Syndrome.

So after a few hours of hardcore cleaning, the only thing I managed to throw away was a old pack of gum and an empty bottle of hand sanitizer. 


I need help.... <3 Fi

october?

So today, I was coming home from morning swim practice. And then I see this huge sign that was  screaming "YARD SALE!". It even had a little happy face balloon attached to it.

And I have this awkward weakness for yard sales. So I let loose a high pitched scream, causing my mom to slam on the brakes. And causing her to think I'm dying from a combination of exhaustion and overdose of chlorine.

But it's okay. I just want to go to the yard sale.

So we both bust our butts trying to find it. (We both love them.) It didn't help that the sign was one of those annoyingly simple arrows that pretty much points in a random direction. And then, on our fifth cycle around the entire general neighborhood, I realize that the date on the sign was October 1st.

Today is the 2nd.

Happy bleeping October.

And now I hate this month. Even though it has the best weather. Because yard sales trump weather.


Sorry Mother Nature. Don't take it personally. <3 Fi

humidity needs to die in a hole.

I was going to write something nice and happy today. I really was. And when I woke up, I was positive that I was going to have a good day.

But then I went out the door.

And it was so damn HUMID! I. Hate. Humidity. It makes my hair frizz. It makes me sweat. It makes me feel disgusting.

I promised myself I wouldn't take out my anger here. So I won't. Which is why this is so short.


I wasn't the only girl with frizzy hair though. HA. :P  <3 Fi


P.S And I apologize for being all irritating and complain-y. 

meow cat.

When I got home, there was a cat waiting for me on my steps.

It was gray, and had these huge yellow eyes.

I think it was a stray, because I've seen it around our neighborhood a lot.

And I know what you all are thinking right now.

It's probably something like "Aw, it's a cute little cat, why don't you adopt it?"

No. I love cats, don't get me wrong, but seeing a random cat on my steps that probably has rabies, AIDS, or whatever awkward diseases cats get, kind of unsettles me.

So we kind of stared at each other for a few minutes.

Me trying to telepathically tell it that it needs to move because it's blocking the door.

The cat undoubtedly trying to tell me that it wants food. 

And it started to follow me as I backed away.

Which just plain scared me.

So I ran away as fast as a could, feeling stupidly uncoordinated with my backpack and ipod headphones flapping around.

Now that I think about it, I should have taken a picture of it.


My mom tells me not to feed it or else it'll stay.... <3 Fi

i get married.

As of now, I'm proud to announce that I am officially "married".
Yes lads, that means I'm no longer single.

I'm kidding.
I'm getting married to my insane Jewish friend. Her name is Alison.


It started out as a huge joke. But my friends decided to take it to the next level.
Here's the conversation that started it all:

 Cast: (Nicknames are used to protect from creepers)

Me: An not-so-average asian girl.

Alison: An amazing Jewish girl who straightens her hair every day.

Kat: A half African-American and half White girl. 

David: A guy who wears a brown hoodie and has curly hair.

Kat: Alison, sitting next to a guy typically means you are attracted to him.

David: <looks at Alison. who's sitting next to him>

Alison: *insert heaps of denial here*

Me: Kat she's mine. Alison and Fiona, couple of the year. 

Alison: <laughs> Asian-Jew love, right here.

Kat: You should get married.

Me: I'm not buying the multi-million dollar ring.

Kat: THIS IS SO EXCITING.

The next day, I come into school with everyone knowing that I'm married.
And making assumptions.

Before I go on, I would like to let everyone know that I'm completely straight.
I mean absolutely no offense to anyone who is not like me. In fact, one of my best friends is gay.

So, moving on, everyone knows.
And it's quite embarrassing, to say the truth. I was only trying to help Alison out.

Thanks so much Kat.

But it wasn't all that bad.
Alison purchased me a strawberry flavored Ring Pop and proposed to me in a parking lot.
Because everyone knows that a parking lot is the most romantic place on earth.
That is, until we got kicked out by the store owner for "loitering".
Shame on him for not recognizing a proposal when he sees one.
I bet's he's not married. 

We're making it facebook official tomorrow.


Because we all know that it's not legit until it goes on facebook.  :D <3 Fi

glee.

So yes, I saw the season premiere.
Not on TV, since we can't turn ours on. (It has a converter box, for when TV went digital.)
On Hulu. 

I really didn't like the ending of the last season, because I feel it got too caught up in the drama, and not enough concentration on the singing. (Which is why we all watch it... right?)
And some parts, you could even tell that they were lip syncing. (The horror!)

I know, we all watch TV for the drama. But in the beginning, I had hope that this would be one of the only ones without excessive amounts of it.
But I was wrong.
Because, like in a cliched TV show, one of the girls get pregnant.
And there's all that drama.

And there's so much boyfriend/girlfriend, breaking up and getting back together, that I couldn't stand it. I mean, it's fine in moderation, just don't guzzle all the screen time having two people make out! This is a music tv show, for crying out loud!

But the premiere was pretty good.
So I'll continue watching it.
But I don't get understand all the hype about it.

Here's a link to the Glee homepage.
Just in case you haven't heard of it before.


Ta ta. <3 Fi

mail makes my life.

I love getting mail. Maybe it's because that technology is so normal, that getting an actual, physical letter trumps an email.

I don't know.

It also reminds me when I had a pen pal. We've all done that when we were young. Because it was super cool. Because sending letters was cooler than actually talking.

And because mail is just cool.
The excitement of seeing it.
The excitement of tearing the envelope open.
The excitement of battling the tape that seals it closed.
The excitement of unfolding it.
The excitement of reading the letter.

I know that when I'm older, and have my own house, and have my own kids, I'm going to hate it. Because when you're older, mail = bills that need to be paid.


And I also know because my mom hates getting the mail. <3 Fi

lots of cranes. lots of time.

This is my proud result of my 1000 Cranes Project.

This is currently my wallpaper. No big deal.

How did I do it? Well, let me explain my five year process.

1. I bought a box of 1000 pieces of small origami squares.
2. I learned how to make a paper crane.
3. I folded a thousand of them. (This took about four years.)
4. Dumped them all into a cardboard box.
5. Waited a year, thinking about what to do with them.
6. Strung them together with random bits of thread I found in my mother's sewing bag. 
7. Voila, I'm done. 

Proud? Of course I am.


But I'm never making another crane again. <3 Fi

DADDY'S HOME!

He's home from month-long business trip on the other side of the world.

I'm so happy. (:

He's suffering from jet lag, but that's okay.


I can hear him snoring on the couch downstairs. <3 Fi

lets get down to business.

Mulan is my life. And it took me until today to realize that.
How?

Because I knew all the lyrics to the "I'll Make a Man out of You" song.
All of them.
All of them.

Before you judge me, this was my absolute favorite movie when I was little. Most watched princess movies like Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast and all that jazz. But Mulan was just different.

That's love, right there.

It had it all. Ninja moves, a sassy dragon named Mushu, thrill, an awesome sountrack and hot guys.
Yes, I found Shang the army captain person mildly attractive when I was seven.
He was the major hunk of my life until I started liking real and non-Disney guys when I turned eleven.
My obsession was so complete that I was slightly jealous of Mulan.  But she was pretty awesome, so I forgave her.
And if I didn't, then Mushu would eat my face when I was sleeping.
So forgiveness was a win-win for me. 

It's also pretty dramatic. I admit to crying a few times during the movie.
Especially when Shang (*swoon*) found out she was a girl. And was all "A life for a life." and then leaving her.
You should know, that at a tender age of seven, I didn't understand how there weren't as many women rights as there was today. So quite frankly, I didn't get why Mulan dressed up as a guy, and why it was so awful that he found out. But all I knew and needed to know, was that it was sad.
Really sad.
Like burst-into-sniffling-tears sad.

I think I'm going to watch Mulan Two on YouTube now.


Shang > Edward Cullen, Justin Bieber, Jacob Black, ect.  <3 Fi

swimming sucks pt 2.

I had to do 145 situps today. Someone threw up a few minutes in. He got to sit out for the rest of practice. I was jealous.

Does that make me a bad person?


My abs hurt. <3 Fi

because everyone loves burning things... educationally

For as long as I can remember, I couldn't want to take IPS. (Introductory Physical Science) Last year, we could smell things on fire in their classroom from across the hall. Naturally, that got us fired up (Bahaha, fired up, things on fire, get it?) about taking that course the next year.

So this year, I put up with reading and signing of the safety contract.
I put up with the long talk on expectations.
I put up with learning of the format of our lab books.

Naturally, I couldn't wait for our first lab. You know, like, bring on the fire! Well, I guess I got what I wanted in a sense.
We get to heat random things up. One of them freezing and melting things over a burner.
Here's the a snippet of the intro paragraph of the lab:

We shall measure the freezing temperatures of some substances by using samples of different mass. For convenience, we shall use substances that freeze about room temperature. Your teacher will distribute test tubes containing different amounts of a solid substance. Immerse the test tube in a water bath. Heat the water until the solid in the test tube is completely melted.


Disappointing much? <3 Fi

swimming sucks.

I'm back from my first swim practice. I'm out of shape. I gained five pounds over the summer. I can barely move right now. I just ate three helpings of food.

 To make a long story short, I simply died.

 I even wrote a poem about it. Ready?

Swimming Sucks.

Looking forward for this day

For a while now

Molded into my mind like clay

September 10th, couldn't forget it somehow

From five-thirty to eight

My first swim practice would commence

I waited at home, just so I wouldn't be late

When I walked in, I should of used my common sense

I haven't exercised for a while

I gained a few pounds to top it off

I should of ran right out of there with a smile

But instead I sat down with my friends, without an itch or a nervous cough

But as the coaches started talking about how hard it would be

I should have realized right there

This isn't where I belonged. Why didn't I see?

We started and immediately everyone started started to share

how much it hurt

how it ached

But we were all alert

Because the coach wouldn't be shaked

by our pleas of help

Work harder, train harder, breathe less

But our arms felt like kelp

An hour left, God bless

Now it's finally over 

I'm home now

But unless I find a four leaf clover

I shall have to plow

Through a morning practice tomorrow

Waking up bright and early at five a.m.
Pancakes, anyone?

Gotta run. I have a FIVE IN THE MORNING practice to wake up to. </3 Fi

my spanish class.

Teaching a language must be hard. Especially if you teach a class who forgot all the vocabulary and grammar rules over the summer.
But if you have the rule of no English, it's your own problem if you have a little trouble enforcing it.

A normal conversation in my class: (If it's in italics, it means it's in Spanish)


A: The answer to the pregunta is twenty uno.
B: I got twenty cuatro.
A: Well you're wrong.
Teacher: ¡Ustedes necesitan hablar español!  
A and B:  Sorry. I mean, lo siento. 

Brief pause. 

A: I still can't believe you're going out with my ex-novio. I am so pissed and enojado at you.
B: Jeez, you're so sensitive!
A: My freaking NOVIO! What were you thinking?
B: He's bonito.
A: This is over. We are no longer amigos.
B: Fine. Adios.

 I don't know about you, but I think it's hilarious how they manage to work in Spanish words while in a heated debate about boyfriends. Just so they don't get in trouble with the teacher. Ha.

Just wanted to share that tidbit with you all.


Adios, amigos. <3 Fi

i can has a dorky movie?

I saw Diary of a Wimpy Kid. As one of the many children out there, I was an avid fan of the books, and I couldn't wait for the movie. (I even got a book on the movie at my local grocery store. Don't judge me.)
So I saw it.

And it was one of those movies that are so insanely lame that it's laughing-so-hard-it-hurts-your-gut-and-stupidly-clapping-your-hands-like-a-seal funny. For one, the actors are extremely young, so they're acting skills aren't exactly polished to a shine. One of the sad scenes (When Rowley tells Greg that they're friendship is "over".) I busted out laughing because everything was so exaggerated. From the overly mourning, to the way Rowley stalks away, from the way Greg stood there, it was amazing.

Frankly, I was surprised at the outcome. I thought that it was going to be one of the movies that butchers the entire storyline of the book it's based on. <cough> Percy Jackson. <cough> But amazingly, it portrayed everything perfectly. So kudos to the director.

My favorite quote?

... and I heard the girls talking about how cute Bryce's butt is. I mean, how can a butt be cute? It's a butt. Bahahaha <3 Fi

cause i make stuff.

I make friendship bracelets in my free time.

So....... <3 Fi

ohhey, it's vacation. now what do i do?

Labor day long weekend. Quite frankly, I have no clue what this "Labor Day" is, and I can safely bet that more than half the school shares the same thoughts as me. The only thing we can all agree on, is that we're happy it's there.
An extra day of freedom. Who wouldn't like that?

Me. Believe it or not, I actually would prefer that one day of vacation to be school. And before you start throwing accusations at me, let me explain my point.
Simply said, I have nothing to do. The swimming season doesn't start until next week. I don't have any homework. I don't want to leave the house to be with friends because it's so hot outside.
So what to do? What to do?

Nothing. Except be bored. Lovely.


I guess I'll go back to sleep. <3 Fi

welcoming the year with sweaty arms

My first day of school was hot, disgusting, and gross. I dressed smart and wore shorts. Applaud me. Please. A breakdown of my day...

7:50am: Homeroom && English. I was in the awkward situation where everyone knows one another but you. Everyone was discussing what they did over the summer. Exotic places they visited. I stayed at home. When I realized there were assigned seats, I gave a huge thank you to nobody in particular.

WhoKnowsWhen: An assembly. In which the entire grade was required to sit through another attack of rules for the school year. No texting in the bathroom. No wearing slutty clothing. No chewing gum and sticking it on the bottom of the desks. No talking in the hallways. No committing suicide in Algebra.

8:56am: Physical Ed. Health. Fitness. Whatever you call it, I have it second period. For the entire duration of 45 minutes, we sat in a sweltering hot gym, listening to an overly peppy teacher explain the new rules. But we weren't fooled. She was sweating too.


9:45am: History. I had one of those moments where you walk into a class, look around, then just scream in your head "OH. SHIT." Yep.