Monday, February 28, 2011


Aaaaaah poetry.
Personally, I hate it. I don't like writing them, and I don't like reading them. And this is because I don't understand what it's talking about most of the time.
If you want to say that you like the winter, please don't drag it out and write twenty stanzas about how you enjoy "the crisp air that delicately nips your nose".

I bet the first person to write poetry was high and decided to defy proper English.
He probably ended up with:
My dog
Loves me
She wags her tail
And everyone was all THIS IS GENIUS.
And they probably freaked out how it was shaped awkwardly because they were all bored with the rectangular paragraphs.
Causing everyone to copy this new style of writing.
Causing this one individual to be a very rich man.

Maybe I lack depth. I probably do.
I'm a straightforward person and I do things in a straightforward manner.
It's easier and less frustrating.
If I want to read a book, I don't dissect each sentence trying find the meaning and symbols of "And then I walked my cat."
That's how I am.

That's why I like swimming.
The first person to get across the pool wins.
Simple. Easy. Straightforward.

But this causes me to be bad at chess.
When I play chess, I'm that awkward person who doesn't move the pieces right.
But I'm good at Tetris.
Pieces fall down, and you put them in the correct spot.
All games should be like Tetris.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

what i do when there's no school.

During school breaks, I become dangerously uncivilized.
My sleep pattern becomes almost nocturnal, or I don't sleep at all. I wear a hoodie and throw my hair up into a ponytail every day. I don't watch what I eat, and end up having that I'm eating ice cream forever attitude. I also spend obnoxious amounts on the computer, and I lose track of time.
If you saw me in the middle of a school break, I would probably look like a running-on-caffeine-caveman-who-just-ate-a-buffalo.

In this sense, I'm actually glad that there's school.
School's my anchor. School gives me a reason not to act like the lazy slob that I naturally am.
It gives me a chance to go out into public and actually go to bed when it's still dark out.

When this is taken away from me, I go into a steady pattern.
I eat. I go back to bed. I read a book. I go eat some more. I take a shower. I go on the computer. At about 4am I go back to bed and sleep for a few hours.
Then repeat.

I'm a loser. I know.
So please don't unsubscribe because of your new awareness of my true nature.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

stickers & Mr.Yuk.

When I was little, I loved stickers. I would hoard them and place all my stickers in a Nike shoebox in the middle of my bookshelf.

I hated how you can only use them once. Meaning that you have to choose carefully where you want it. Meaning you have to find something that's worthy of you gracing its presence with a sticker.

But once in a while, I would go on a huge sticker binge.
I would go around, my Shoebox o' Stickers in hand and I would put them everywhere and anywhere I wanted.

I remember this one time in First Grade, a guest speaker came in to talk to us about the importance of not eating random things. And that day, we all left with 12 "Mr.Yuk" stickers.

The speaker instructed us to put these stickers on anything that wasn't edible.
When I went home, I went ballistic.

Look, there's a wall, I can't eat that. It needs a sticker. That book doesn't taste good. It needs a sticker. That lightbulb is awfully bright. It needs a sticker. And lemme stick five more of these ugly green faces on the perfectly clean white wall while I'm at it.
You know, just in case I wanna eat it.

The Mr.Yuk is still there in our house, underneath the white paint my mom desperately smothered over it so our house value wouldn't go down.

Saturday, February 12, 2011


I'm average.
I'm not phenomenal at anything.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'm bad at life.
I'm just average.

And being average is hard. You don't stand out. You don't get special attention.

Which led me to reason that all I have to do is be really good at something nobody else does.
But after a few days of thinking, I realized that everything is taken.
And if it wasn't, doing it would get me no respect.

Like the bagpipes.
I feel like people would label me as a freak if they saw an asian playing the bagpipes. I know I would.

My solution?
Move to another country.
Like Ukraine. I've heard good things about that place.

Friday, February 11, 2011

a post about hoarding, flashlights and yogurt.

Here's an update on my life.
Because I feel like I don't talk about it enough.
I've started to worry that I'm going to get lost in the wilderness. Because I feel like it's really likely that I'm going to go into one of the few forests left in America and die there.
With this belief in mind, I've started to hoard non-perishable items and bring my crank-powered flashlight everywhere.
Here's a picture!
Oh look, there's a handy crank in the back! How convenient!
I know it's stupid, but I do it anyway.
I've obviously read too many wilderness-survival novels.
Yesterday, I wrote a phenomenal poem about bagels.

A warm aroma
Of freshly baked dough
Topped with cream cheese
A circle of happiness.

I would have made it a haiku, but I didn't know how many syllables each line was supposed to have and I was in history class at the time. Because that's what I do when I'm bored. I write poetry.
Since I'm super hardcore.
You know what else I do when I'm bored?
Draw pictures.
I named it Fiona's Fantastical Ferocious Fish.
 My math teacher played Justin Bieber music all this week.
Since he has that movie coming out.
And plus all the girls in our class begged him to.
My teachers are pretty hardcore too. =]
We've had a ridiculous amount of snow this winter.
I know I've already complained about this, but it's serious.
I haven't had a full week of school since the beginning of December because of snow days.
The snowbank at our house. The bike's there for comparison.
The snow's deeper than I am. So my dad thought it would be funny to completely bury me in snow.
I almost got hypothermia and died.
 I've been eating ridiculous amounts of yogurt lately.
I really like Chobani. That greek yogurt stuff.
It has a really subtle sour taste to it, which makes it really good.
I'm eating one right now. It's peach flavored.
Here's a picture of my desk.
Because I felt like taking one.
You can see the Chobani in the corner.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Ladies, overdosing on perfume isn't cool.
It doesn't make you smell like roses, but like the air freshener in public bathrooms.

Orchestra concert tonight. Let's hope I don't fall of the stage or drop my music like last time.
Let's leave it at that. =]

Sunday, February 6, 2011

the number 2 needs more attention.

I feel like this is such a misunderstood number.
Two is like #1's inferior twin.

He's kinda that guy who's always referred to as the "brother" or the "other twin". He's is never good enough because he's overshadowed by the number one.

When you win a silver medal, you don't get nearly as much recognition as you deserve. It's all about the gold. Because being #2 in the world is simply not good enough.

We all know about Micheal Phelps. But what would happen if he won eight silver medals instead of gold ones?
Nothing. Nobody would care.

Because people are too obsessive over being first.
My point? Appreciate those who are second. They did a good job too.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

who doesn't love family motivation?

You will take all honors. And get A's.
And if you don't you will be a high school dropout, work at McDonald's for the rest of your life and die alone.

Love you too, mom.