Life in a Xanax Pill

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.

 

A Day In the Park

So today I got all macked up for fun. You know~ those days where you just want to feel pretty so you treat yourself a little better than usual? Those days where you decide to take a bath in midday and try on make-up all for the sole reason of not feeling disgustingly crappy *laugh* Anyhoo~ I had fun trying on some cosmetic products (some as in mascara, blush, and lipstick only), but then I felt it was just too much of waste to stay at home. I dawdled for about another two hours before I left for the library. Long story short, I did not end up spending the rest of the day there like I did with my Wednesday. Instead my friend Vinny brought me back in touch with humanity (something I have had no contact with in what seems to be forever) and invited me to the park via phone call.

It was a nice day. It wasn’t overly hot, but it wasn’t cool enough for me to ride three blocks without having sweat run down my forehead. My outing with Vinny was really cool. We were really casual and it was almost like a picnic if we brought a lot of food. We just chilled in the shade and talked and sketched people. There were so many kodak picture moments in nature. If only there were clouds it would’ve been twice as good. (the fire that’s been raging for the past two weeks didn’t only kill the air. it also chased away the clouds *tear*.) I thought it was great how we both brought books (he had “Hardball” and I had “Reading Lolita in Tehran”) but neither of us read! We enjoyed each others’ company too much to mind to our studies, and our conversations never really dulled.

See now that’s what I want to have my boyfriend Farouk! I want to just chill out with him, but I feel too nervous to ask him. Or he’s busy. Or we both have other reasons (homework and heat, etc.). I dunno. We’re planning to go watch “Batman: The Dark Knight” with friends. I hope that really pulls through because whenever we planned a movie date in the past it almost always didn’t happen. We could never decide on a movie xD I’m also really excited about “Mama Mia!” which opens on the same day, but I think I’d rather watch it with my sister… unless my friends would be willing to watch it with me!

On another note, I think I’ll be going to summer school after all. The class that I was supposed to be going to just started second semester and apparently (according to Vinny) it’d be alright if I just popped in and joined. It’s kinda like “Hey! I ditched this class for the first semester, but now I’m sooo bored with my life I’m gonna join y’all!” I really don’t want to intrude on all their “fun”. The work doesn’t seem really appealing either — 100+ problems a day? No thank you. But I want to keep in touch with people this summer. The teacher kind of freaks me out too (what is it with me and teachers??). I had him for summer school a few years back and talked shit about him just for the sake of talking shit. Unbeknownst to me, he was RIGHT behind me the whole time. What was worse was that I knew about his being there but didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. It was as if my mouth had a mind of its own. Insults after insults just rolled off my tongue. I just wanted to take a scissor and wack it! That was one of the most embarrassing days of my life ugggggghhhh Maybe I shouldn’t go after all?

 

Starting Over… Again

This is the second time I’ve “restarted” my blog, and by god I’ll make sure to make it as emo-free as possible! To catch up on things, I’m not really doing anything with my life. I haven’t been able to snag a job and I’m pretty much ignoring my studies. I got a facebook over the course of the last few months, but I find it almost absolutely useless. People I don’t even talk to “friend” me, but I still accept out of common courtesy (because… you know… we still go to the same school and it’d be awkward if I don’t). Lately I’ve been trying to make an effort to hang out with my friends. It’d be nice to make some memories starting now until we all separate.

I decided to take AP English Language for my senior year, and I have to be honest — I’m regretting my decision. I find the teacher to be domineering and frightening. I know I’m just judging her my her expression and way of speech, but she still gives me the creeps! The class demands that we read one of the books on a list. I chose “Reading Lolita in Tehran” because I recently listened to “The Kite Runner” on audio tape and I loved it. (I actually cried! I realize that listening is so unbearably lazy, but it was read by Khaled Hosseini himself! Can someone say sexxxy?? xD) To my dismay, Nafisi’s way of writing irks me. She seems so self-righteous and her constant adoration of Nabokov is reallllly annoying. It’s cool that she admires him (because, “Lolita” is the book in RLT), but I feel she over-analyzes things way too much. Or maybe I dislike the book because social inequality in the Middle East is so overexposed (almost to the point that listeners become immune to the suffering of the women)? I hope I get into it though, or else I’d feel like I just wasted about $5 of my sister’s money.