July 14, 2008
Life in a Xanax Pill
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S A T U R D A Y :
My sister, my cousin Rose, my cousin Phuong, and I met up for the first time in two years. We had a semi-expensive lunch at California Pizza Kitchen in the Valley Fair Mall. Food was decent, service was impeccable (I feel so guilty we didn’t tip our waiter Andre more, but we ran out of money), and the hype was somewhat understandable. After stuffing ourselves to the point of being unable to finish our food, we decided to walk it off in th emall. Everyone went shopping for each other. My sister bought some new shoes, and everyone helped Phuong get a new outfit xD It was like Pretty Woman! I got a new pair of shorts and a new shirt from Old Navy which I regret buying… The shorts don’t fit too well. I knew I should have just stuck with size six (I bought size four which fits, but it’s awful short). Oh well. It was fun and I’m excited for the next time we all meet up again but hopefully at a more cost-effective restaurant.
That night my family as a whole watched the Miss Universe Pageant on NBC. The event was held in Vietnam, my parents’ homeland and the country of my origins. My dad and my sister got into a heated argument about who will win; Miss Venezuela won, much to the chagrin of my sister. I personally loved Miss Mexico, but Miss Venezuela was pretty cool too. Every contestant was smoking hot xD but Miss Vietnam, although cute, was definitely out of her league. I’m sure the Vietnamese public were rooting for her though! It was a fun program, and it introduced me to a Lady GaGa. Never heard of her, but I like her techno song that she performed during the swimsuit competition.
S U N D A Y :
So when I woke up, I totally forgot to call the studio who was taking my senior portrait because the asses at Evergreen Valley High School didn’t mail me my info letter or my parents simply threw it away. Either way it didn’t change the fact that I was absolutely clueless about my situation. When I finally remembered to make the call it was about 12:50PM. They informed me my appointment was at 2:15PM!! WHAT. THE. HELL????!!! Omigawd I wanted to tear my hair out, but I couldn’t. I needed my dry, straw-like hair to hide my lumpy head. I popped into the bath, finished as fast as I possibly can and started putting on make-up. I don’t normally put on make-up so I looked like a wreck. I decided to just wear contacts instead of glasses. My eyes are tremendously small already, but I didn’t feel like wearing crooked glasses for a senior portrait (I’ve stepped on them at least twice. They’re also over 4 years old). My face was all bumpy and red. Bumpy as in badddd skin. Horrible skin. Skin on the verge of breaking out in pimply volcanoes filled with yellow-white puss. Red as in “Omigawd I’m not gonna make it!” Luckily my mother popped in at the most crucial of times.
The whole process of actually getting my yearbook pictures taken took an eternity. I didn’t know that they charged you $65 upfront. What the hell, people?? My mom had to drive back to school 2x before I got the right amount of money (I thought it was $60 but I needed $5 more dollars. I bet the cost of gas was more than $5 for my mom to make that second trip). My smiles were so half-assed. I bet my eyes were just slits thanks to all the flash. I also couldn’t take direction very well. The lady photographer needn’t have been so mean about that though :T Geezus. The whole time I was thinking “Why the hell are you making me tilt my fucking head? why must I move my legs in one direction, my waist in the opposite position, and my neck downward looking at the ant on the freakin’ ground?” My friend Vinny even warned me about getting the lady photographer. He said that the male photographer Brandon was nicer. Well whatever. If I turn out ugly, I turn out ugly. It’s not like I have the power to photoshop my images and send it back to them xD
On another note, my Canadian cousins are thinking about coming over to my house for a mini-vaca. Whyyyy? Our house is terribly ugly. No, I’m not even kidding. It’s fugly-ugly! The yellow-brownish walls used to white. Our bathroom is filled with mildew. Ants come in and out as they please, leaving plenty of holes in the walls. There’s a freaking wasp nest right in our front porch. Many of our potted plants are dying in our backyard. A mouse dyed in our backyard, right on the pavement. The place (both inside and outside) is cramped with objects and useless furniture that my hoarder of a dad brings home from the dump. I’m sure they’ll regret their visit. I’m just sure.