Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: fail, in-n-out, men's restroom, Twilight
My sister ended up watching “Twilight” after all. I have no words for this.
This weekend was crazy shopping every day. I’ve got almost everybody’s presents. Why do I have so many friends this year? It’s annoying around Christmas time because you have to buy everyone something.
Yesterday night we ate at In-N-Out and my sister and I had to wash our hands. Someone wasn’t godspeeding in the girls bathroom so we decided to take a risk and wash our hands in the guys bathroom. The one time I do something scandalous a guy walks in, all ready to go pee and two manly girls are washing their hands in the guys restroom. GAKDSKLAWEJCSAEJv. We were like…”Sorry…we’re just…washing our hands…”
It was so awkward. His girlfriend kept staring at us while we ate. Fail much? I think so.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: benevolence, Billy Crudup, bullet wounds, chocolate, Christian Bale, cow, deformed, dentist, egg, fanfiction, fangirls, fanservice, free food, grammar, Ivanhoe, Jack Sparrow, Johnny Depp, Life After Genius, lunch, Marion Cotillard, Missing, Norther Winslow, omnipresent, Pirates of the Caribbean, Public Enemies, Renaldo, rice, Samuel Winslow, scandalous, sushmita, Sweeney Todd, technical, Thanksgiving, tommy-gun, turkey
Does not he look AWEsome?
Empire Magazine has this feature on “Public Enemies” and I enlarged pictures people had taken of it and read it. Because that’s how I always read magazines features about Johnny Depp.
I want one of those tommy-guns. They’re freaking cool, especially when Dillinger’s gang is hanging onto the outside of a speeding car and they’re all shooting at people.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: alter ego, baby, Disney Channel, edward, Edward Cullen, lunch, scandalous, Sharkboy and Lavagirl, star, stealthy, taylor lautner, Twilight
Recognize anyone? So, our lunchtime conversations about how Taylor Lautner had a Disney Channel thing going on was not far from the truth. He was the poor man’s Disney Channel star. And now he is a werewolf who does it with a baby.
It may not say that explicitly, but we all know it’s true. Allrighty then.
It is especially scandalous to me considering my true identity…stealthy.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Arizona Dream, Edward Cullen, grapes, Johnny Depp, Robert Pattinson, Twilight, vampire, Vincent Gallo
OMFG.
“There’s this stupid thing from Arizona Dream, with Vincent Gallo and Johnny Depp, where Vincent Gallo does this thing, [in Gallo's American accent] “Two shots, two beers.” So every time I buy drinks, I go “Two shots, two beers!” I love that film so much. ” – Robert Pattinson
Am I not Edward Cullen?
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bed, blanket, butt, cancel, channel one, double entendre, extra credit, fan, fanvideo, ironic, Jack Sparrow, Jerry, Johnny Depp, La Poo Poo, michelle, pee, pirates, Pirates of the Caribbean, premier, Pushing Daisies, scandalous, shalu, show, skull, stealthy, sunglasses
Sorry for not posting, I was busy working on my first fanvideo ever. It’s quite ironic that after I begin resistance I start doing stuff that PotC fans do. Speaking of resistance, weird PotC omens have been occurring to me. Yesterday I got that PotC extra credit question and something else happened…I can’t remember. Anyways, today Shalu had this huge PotC blanket kind of like the one Michelle gave me (except mine only has a freaking skull on it and she had Jack Sparrow – although what would happen if you wet your bed and your butt was on his face? Was that a scandalous double entendre? Oh no, shun.) and she kept waving it around behind me. I was afraid to turn around. And then Channel One did this story on pirates and for the first time ever, my homeroom decided to watch Channel One.
Anyways, I posted for this. See Jerry be stealthy behind Johnny Depp, and at the end, right NEXT TO YOU. He’s even got stealthy sunglasses like La Poo Poo.
That’s my motivation for posting today, my fanvideo is taking forever.
Also, apparently Pushing Daisies got canceled. NOOO. I love that show, even though I never watch it…oh…I guess that’s why it’s canceled.
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I pity my sister’s future children because of the way she yells for people. It’s like some kind of bark and it makes you feel like you’re in trouble. It’s annoying how when I ask them to get someone for me they yell for them right next to me. It’s like, if I wanted to yell for them I would have done that myself. You’re not a herald. But you could be a harold. I love Harold and the Purple Crayon. Was that a six-degree? My sister actually looked like Harold when she was a baby, I think. In any case, she looked like a boy. I think our gender roles have reversed since.
My mom’s kiwi/whatevertheheckshefoundinthekitchen smoothie is actually pretty good. What I mean is that the kiwi didn’t overpower the whatevertheheckshefoundinthekitchen with it’s sourness. And it’s creamy! Huzzah.
Five minutes later
I’m not done with the kiwi smoothie, but it’s starting to only smell creamy and taste bad. I’d better gulp it down.
There’s a moth flying erratically in front of me. Why do they fly like they’re having a seizure? There was one that decided to live in my pencil case. My dad got it though. He flushed it down the toilet. What’s weird, or maybe not so uncommon, is that he talks to the bugs as he chases them down. Things like “no, you’re not going to get away,” or “you think you’re so fast, don’t you?”
I don’t mind it. Some people say I have a weird dad, or a weird family. I think everyone’s family is just as weird as mine, it’s just whether or not you choose to exploit the little details for a laugh.
DONE with the smoothie.
My Youth Forum article is due Friday, which got me thinking about how different I am from the beginning of my internship. For one, if we had to do that slightly annoying exercise (face it, all exercise is annoying except for WWII badminton) where we introduced ourself by drawing a tree, I would be able to answer with so much more confidence. Back then I could describe myself with four letters: F-no…PotC. Which was embarassing saying that because I felt like a fangirl.
Might I clarify here that a fangirl in my vocabulary is one who would faint and scream if they saw their love. Their love usually being an actor or a character, not really the fandom itself. They’re the types of people who create Marysues.
Don’t look at me. Magdalena is hideous and she SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
gets her finger bitten off.
There’s that barking call again. I want to punch something. Excuse me while I am beckoned.
Back to the intense self-realization. When they asked what I wanted to do in the future, I said vaguely, “something in the entertainment industry,” hiding the specific words: director, writer, actor. I’m still afraid to say actor. GAHHHH I JUST SAID IT. Crap. Bring on the onslaught of “you’ll never make it”’s?
But I think I could have managed if they asked me now.
I just hate not having a path to follow after high school. With other professions, you go to school, you do whatever, but there are things you do that guarantee you your job. I don’t even have to go to college. (well, being at whitney, I do)
What does it feel like to know you’re going to be a doctor, that you’re going to medical school for sure? Sometimes I wish I wanted to do something more secure. I mean, I have this freakish Asian brain for a reason, right? All my life it’s been, “you’re smart”, and now I’m just tossing it all out for the sake of “art”.
part of my current deepness is midlife crisis. I feel like I’ve wasted my life and now I’m going to go on Oprah and get a Porsche. One huge example is the whole violin thing. Everyone was like, “oh, you’re extraordinary.” and then one day I leave violin class and never go back. Four years wasted. Now I’m too old. There goes any chance of recognition there. I don’t know how good I would be now if I had continued. Sucks.
Now I’ve left violin class and never returned again. I feel sorry for my sisters. They may not like violin now, but they’ll regret “taking a break” in the future.
Sorry for barraging you with two deep posts, I tried to lighten this one up. But now I’m going to shun hw and go watch “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape” with my mom and sister. Maybe it’ll depress me even more.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: angry asian face, angst, deep, depression, helplessness, insane happiness, math, morbid, music, report card, six degree, sixth grade, time of the month
I am deep.
This isn’t a compliment. Hopefully you know that “deep” in my vocabulary means “depressed”. It’s because when I get depressed it’s more like stupid annoying over-logical thoughts about life. Like “what’s the point?”. And usually I can’t come up with a good reason, and eventually I depression six-degree my way to wanting to loiter my way until death.
Morbid, yes.
The fact that the year of insane happiness is over depresses me even more. When I think about how I’m becoming deep, I get desperate not to be deep, which leads to a feeling of helplessness and an annoyance at God for creating the “time of the month”. Actually, no. Just the crappy mood before it.
My report card arrived today so that didn’t help. My parents ignored all the A’s I got and put a magnifying glass on the C+ in math. It’s like the report card arrived with a huge C+ on it and nothing else. And then in the midst of my moody deepness my dad came into my room to have a deep father/daughter chat about my math grade, my angry asian face decided to make an appearance. I thought I was sad, but apparently I looked defiant. I couldn’t tell him about deepness because my sister was right there and I’d already put her through some sixth grade angst music.
I want food.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Pirates of the Caribbean, Johnny Depp, Six Degrees, Youtube, oprah, Alice in Wonderland, Tim Burton, tuxedo, Sweeney Todd, Public Enemies, Norther Winslow, Big Fish, Mika, stealthy, resistance, movie, shun, Costco, trailer, sing, Mad Hatter, mad hatter picture, fear, Abraham Lincoln, Doodleworks, Golden Globes, freshman, dad, outfit, facial hair, obese celebrities, happiness, PMS, cramps, stomachache, digestion, God, spoilers, weak, link, Billy Crudup, J. Edgar Hoover, dentist, everything, numb, lost soul, script, free stuff, Book of Happiness, silver lining, strong, independent women
I came home today from the first trek to Costco I’ve made in forever and at my sister’s request opened up Youtube. It feels like I’m back to 3 AM the night the Sweeney Todd trailer came out, but much less exciting, and I doubt my insane happiness will last three months this time because it’s only a picture and not the first time I’ve heard Johnny Depp sing. But I still made weird noises for a minute.
May I present the Mad Hatter from Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland”. (it’s so AWEsome it gets a frilly introduction and a PotC reference)
I hope you are as freaked out as I am. This would go on my Wall of Fear, if I was ever stupid enough to make one. Maybe between Abe Lincoln and a Doodleworks cast picture. And Johnny Depp’s beard from the Golden Globes two years ago (when he wore the red shirt under the jacket and the red hankerchief and my dad basically shunned his outfit. And I was sad until the end of 9th grade when I realized the beard freaked me out and that something had gone wrong in my mind when Johnny Depp’s facial hair freaked me out. I must have seen too many of those “obese celebrities” pictures because they really like to use the picture from that year’s Golden Globes.)
I don’t think this happiness will last three months, however, because I suspect I’m PMSing right now and the excitement of the picture would die by the time I was done PMSing.
I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have cramps and a bad stomachache (digestion-caused) at the same time. Note to God: This does not mean that I would like to try it out.
I’m about to encounter spoilers for “Public Enemies”. I thought I would resist, but I was too weak. So I clicked the link, read the beginning, and now I’m not sure what to do.
Oh my gosh! Billy Crudup is J. Edgar Hoover. Six degrees to Big Fish – Norther Winslow – dentist – EVERYTHING.
…I read it. I feel like I’ve lost a part of my soul. Haha. Actually I feel kind of numb. I’m not sure whether I killed the movie or not…the impact may hit a few minutes later. It wasn’t like Sweeney Todd, where I read an early script and read too far.
I also skimmed through Oprah’s new “Book of Happiness”, stealthily, of course. There were a lot of old, strong, independent women in it. Tee hee. I did not buy, it of course. If I went on Oprah’s show she would give it to me for free. The silver lining in everything is that the worse it is, the likelier Oprah will invite you on her show and give you free stuff.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Amanda, birthday, blog, clump, comment, computer, crash, davy jones, delusional, deviantart, dinner, disclaimer, dog, Down Syndrome, dressup, eight-year-old, Ernest, eyes, idiot, jazz, La Poo Poo, lollipop, mustache, plagiarism, pop rock, random, rock powder, saliva, scandalous, shun, stealthy, stupid teenager, Sushi, troll
I was eating a pop rock lollipop dip thing when the rock powder started to clump from my saliva.
This made me laugh.
http://bowie-spawan.deviantart.com/art/Playin-in-Davy-s-Locker-46575836
Okay, that was random.
I got a comment on La Poo Poo’s blog from this lady who said that downsyndrome dot com has been stealing my posts without permission or credit. She was like, “what should we do?”
Troll the place! Just kidding. But I just thought it was stupid that they didn’t realize La Poo Poo was a dog or Ernest was an idiot. La Poo Poo even got a comment asking for help about this lady’s eight year old son.
Shun shun shun shun.
Anyways, I have now eaten and my belly is full. So no more shunning. I had to abandon this post briefly because my sister’s computer died.
Gah. Nothing to write. Nevermind, bye.
Oh yesh. Jazz is so weird. And I just realized how stealthily scandalous my title is.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Adventures in the Book of Virtue, bear, China, exciting, fail, fanfiction, grizzly bear, Jack Sparrow, Jack's daughter, Manchuria, Manchurian Brown Bear, Marvin the Tap-Dancing Horse, modern, movies, San Diego Zoo, Sean Connery, show, sister, sit, Six Degrees, sushmita, toilet, unfortunate, Veteran's Day, Why so serious, Wizard of Oz
As predicted, I spent my Veteran’s Day at the San Diego Zoo. I saw the hugest bear in the whole freaking world. It was like the size of the bears in the movies, and in comparison, the grizzly bear in the next exhibit was nothing. The Manchurian Brown Bear’s head was like, thrice the size of mine, but the stupid bear wouldn’t get out of the water so I only saw up to its shoulders. By the way, Manchuria is in China. I…don’t know why I mentioned this.
Anyways, I’ve got a new fanfiction idea. That’s not to say I’m abandoning Sushmita. This one has yet to be named, but it is a “Jack’s daughter” fic. And it is a modern day thing. God, it sounds bad, but I hope I’ll be able to rescue this stupid idea from the toilet of fail upon which Sean Connery shits. That was a pun…Sean Connery does not have anything to do with fail except the unfortunate fact that he should not say “sit”.
Also, I was just reminded of shows I used to watch. “Marvin the Tap-Dancing Horse” and “Adventures in the Book of Virtue”. Exciting.
Haha the show my sister’s watching just said “Why so cheerful”. It made me six degree.
