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Monday, January 29th, 2007
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I will admit that I was this: [ ] close to completely opting out of school, or just 9th period, today in fear of getting my midterm grades back. I seriously couldn't go to sleep for 2 hours last night because I can just feel the D coming along in calculus. And that Alito essay crap for Coggin? Yes, no thank you, I don't want it. And in classic (me) style, I studied and studied for Physics, think that I did well, but watch me get a B+ once again. Just watch. Or wait and listen to me piss and moan about it.
I managed to stay in the house the entire weekend and watch bloopers on youtube. And that weird charlie the horse/unicorn thing. AND PERSIALICIOUS. I have to say, I don't have much to write about in Enlgish, and it kind fo worries me since we're doing journals and listening to crap music everyday. But it's better than watching people trying to figure out how to freaking use Powerpoint while trying to make their way through a discussion of Raskolnikov's psyche, in which only funky, fishbein... and no one else participates in... unless they're being bribed by some sort of food... and we all saw how that little oompa loompa jumped for the chance of getting some food in class. Good times.
Where in the world is Genna Morton? Other than mistaking cupcaking mix for muffin mix, and not realizing that cupcake mix is really just cake mix, and also not realizing that if she doesn't make things like cupcakes, pie, and medicine from scratch, THEN SHE'S NOT A REAL IROOONII, not even an adopted sefeeed. Jeez at least raisin knows how to do it right, I ate a banana at her house. A BANANA. For realz. It looked like it was grown from her little garden of persian jew cheapness. Just like my grandma's garden. Yumm. Of course if Brianne wants to move up the ranks from "adopted sefeed" to "almost hairy enough," she must learn how to make her own sushi, including catching the fish... with her bare hands, while flying over the river on her magic persian carpet. Duh guys. Get with the prog.
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Friday, December 1st, 2006
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I feel like i sound like brianne, but she knows all, so I shall let it be:
WOMAN!
STOP
WEARING
TIGHTS!
REDISCOVER PANTS!
DO.
NOT.
WANT.
!!!!!!
WE DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR THIGHS THROUGH YOUR TIGHTS!
YOU ARE NOT SCHMEXY!
YOU ARE NOT SEXY!
YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO WEAR TIGHTS
AND PASS THEM OFF AS PANTS.
OK
THANKS
BYE.
no thank you.
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Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
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Mr. Simion stops me before I enter the classroom today to tell me that he felt sorry for me, and that he encourages me and will help me to do better, and he gave me a pat on the back.
I just feel sorry for him that such a nice and brilliant man has to reverse every great thing that he is by smoking and smelling like an ash-tray.
you see, peeps are amazing... but when they smoke? not so much...
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Sunday, November 12th, 2006
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OMMGGGGGGGGG IT'S A RELATED RATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
woooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! yeah related rates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That mild insanity isn't my fault.
I've had my art project permanently attached to my side all day... and i'm still not done!
I don't know what little dancing evil llama was on my shoulder that said "hey negin! Since you're the slowest person in the class, why don't you do a landscape all in STIPPLE!! That sounds like a great idea!"
Stipple means dots by the way... tons of evil... evil... little...dots...
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Sunday, November 5th, 2006
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hair cut from hell ok thanks bye.
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Monday, October 23rd, 2006
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This is SOOOOOO exciting!
It has been so long since I've posted anything in school. I was looking at my xanga from the 9th grade and I typed in school all the time. I was like 'omg!! The swedish fish fairy today was so fahnee!' and like "omg!! Mr. Stavola decided not to give us a test today!!" And now I realized how exciting life used to be in teh 9th grade. Granted, I didn't JUST realize that, as I've been moping about that all weekend. It's not healthy to mope.
This weekend was pretty crappy.
Ughh a bunch of fuckheads walked into the computer room and they won't shut up. Can't they see that this is Negin reflection time?
NEG IN REFLECTION!
THERE'S NO RANDOM PEOPLE IN COMPUTER ROOM WHO TALK TOO LOUDLY REFLECTION TIME!!
Okay sorry.
Where was I...
STOP TELLING ME TO SIGN IN! I AM A SENIOR DAMNIT! A SENIOR!! I MAY NOT LOOK LIKE ONE! I MAY NTO CUT CLASS LIKE ONE! I MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ALL THE PARTIES LIKE ONE! BUT I AM ONE!
Okay, I just went and signed in. Because I be a wuss.
This weekend. Oh yes, after getting massacred on the field wednesday night in front of, uhh 500 people at Hofstra, after forgetting the last 24 counts of one song and hitting two people with my flag, I thought "this weekend, I am going to have a good time. Maybe I'll get a haircut. Maybe I'll go to hummus world, you know, do some really wild things with a felafal sandwhich at Hummus world." But then I found out that we had marching band this weekend, and I was like "isn't that beautiful?" Because it really is. Mainly because I look beautiful with eyeliner melting off my asian eyes and using lipstcik that 30 other girls used. But yeah. Saturday, marching band allll day. Which includes listening to people singing bohemian rhaspody for 45 minutes. Sunday was quite uneventful. Woke up at 10, had some cereal (they're after me lucky charms!!), did the gov't outline, then spent the rest of the day with my AP art project. Which has made a lot of progress. And by progress I really mean I couldn't find the right pencil. And by that I mean that I threw the pencil accross the room. And by that I mean I decided to go with a beautiful paining instead of a pencil drawing. And by that I mean I didn't start painting. And by that I really mean that I have no acrylic paint. And by that I mean... it's going to be a le-hoooong night.
Now time for a picture for old times sake.
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Sunday, October 15th, 2006
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| Time: | Sunday
October 15th, 2006 at 3:50pm |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am dropping out of high school. period. it's offical.
Yesterday was the SATs and I was doing fine until the 7th section where I couldn't do a math problem, got the right answer, then didn't have time to fill the rest of the number in, flipped the shits, got really flustered, and fucked the rest of the test up.
After I went out with Momo (Mahima) who's back from NYU this weekend. She loves it. Who goes to NYU and hates it? I mean really, I have to meet someone from NYU who hates it so that I can't feel like shit when I get rejected because I'll be like, "oh wait, bob hates it, so it must not be that great." But so far everyone loves it, so I'm out of luck.
Today I have to finish my application and the Nazis of the house dragged me out of bed this morning at 8 so that I can do work and right now it's twelve and I haven't done anything despite my mom yelling at me a million times. I'm like, "dude, it's a sunday, chill the fuck out, and I'll get it done when my brain doesn't feel like jello."
I was just thinking about how much fun I used to have in high school, like in the 9th grade, that grade was amazing. It was AMAZINNNNGGGG. So much fun... aaaah I'm dropping out, out out out.
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Saturday, July 29th, 2006
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| Time: | Saturday
July 29th, 2006 at 9:41pm |
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The cherry on an entirely shitty summer composed of snotty children named Febreez and SAT classes... I am now deaf.
Maybe that's an overstatement, but I woke up on Tuesday unable to hear out of my left ear. I went to the doctor, got medicine, and I have been using it (although everytime I'm supposed to I try to run away... and then I realize I'm so sheltered that I'm afraid of walking in the streets alone... seriously), and this morning I woke up.... and I couldn't hear out of any ear.
And I still can't, in fact, this morning I slammed all the doors in my house and left the volume on the t.v. up to 52 to make sure I could hear something, and then my mom told me to go sit outside and tan. She's weird.
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| Time: | Tuesday
July 25th, 2006 at 1:15am |
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So Negin has finally decided to fall into the trap of LiveJournal, and thus finds the need to refer to herself in third person.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this thing, other than tell funkymunky that I'm 10 minutes away from watching "yellow fever" on google video, and to inform my raisin bran that I gave a bowl of her crunchy goodness last night to my demon cousin when she came over to terrorize my Barbie Dolls.
It was then that I realized how old and truly corrupt I have become. Back in the day, when my mind was not tainted by the relentless media and overall demonic nature of MTV (damn youuu), I may have had a nice conversation with my 5 year old Demon Cousin through the Barbie Dolls, but ok really, I swear I couldn't sit there for 30 minutes while holding a barbie doll and continuing this:
Donna (demon child): Hi! I'm Donna!
Negin (llama): Hi! I'm Negin!
Donna : *grabs 'hollywood barbie' by the ponytail* "Hi! I'm Skylar!"
Negin : Hi! I'm Negin!
Donna : *grabs 'cool looks barbie' by the shoe* "Hi! I'm Dylan" (don't ask me where she gets all of these insane modern names from)
So I stole her 'child,' she called the 'cops' and our barbies got into an argument over imaginary barbie money.
I love the demon child though, i mean Donna, I love Donna though, believe it or not, she has become less demonic with the arrival of her little brother (who is soooo cute and really needs to do some type of acting or modeling in diaper commercials).
Ok I think I'm done.
Wait, no I'm not.
I must inform you that this morning, I got out of bed, made sushi, went to testtakers, and at the library I bumped into a little hyperactive chimp named David (who was one of my 3rd graders in camp). He got into a "no you can't, yes i can" argument with me over whether or not he was allowed to torture me in the library, and then while I was looking for movies he ran over, sat on the floor, and clung onto my leg (I swear), while my mother stood there laughing. I try to walk a little bit with those extra 50 pounds on my leg, and I bump randomly into one of my aunts (from the side of the family who thinks I'm mute). Yea, it was entertaining for my mamzerdoodle.
Now i'm going to go.
Maybe i'll delete these entry.
Probably.
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