Originally posted on 8/7/2005
I went to the Devo show at the House of Blues. The show was ok I guess. I
just went with my cousin because it was free. I mean I don't really
know a lot of songs by them. The show was good I liked heraing the
songs I knew. And we spotted 3 celebs; Pat O'Brien, Keifer Sutherland
and the singer from Flock of Seaguls.
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Sorry I can't help you again.
Originally posted on 1/25/2006
Ok... if you read my blog on a semi-regular basis you would know that there was this guy who needed help with his math homework. Here's what I wrote last time he did it in November the title of this one was "Sorry I can't help you".
"I know I was late on posting in my blog. Something really silly and strange happened yesterday. I was in the libiary writing like I always do before class. I like to have a little "me" time. Where i'm not bothered by my parents and be alone with my thoughts. Well anyway I was there doing my thing like I always do. And this guy from my class comes up to me. He was the same one who asked about my test grade. Which i worte about last week. I guess it was hard for him to get my attention because I was writing and listening to Kevin and Bean. So he comes up to me and asks me if I did all the homework because he needs help on the last problem. Like I've said before I never do all my homework I only do half. "
Well I guess he didn't learn because this morning he comes up to me crouching. Which I thought was kind of weird and made him look like he was hiding or something.
So he asks me if I did some problem and I tell him "no" again.
*whispering* to be honset with you guys I really did. I just don't like to be bothered by him.
I hate having another math class with this guy. I really hope I don't get him next semester.
Ok... if you read my blog on a semi-regular basis you would know that there was this guy who needed help with his math homework. Here's what I wrote last time he did it in November the title of this one was "Sorry I can't help you".
"I know I was late on posting in my blog. Something really silly and strange happened yesterday. I was in the libiary writing like I always do before class. I like to have a little "me" time. Where i'm not bothered by my parents and be alone with my thoughts. Well anyway I was there doing my thing like I always do. And this guy from my class comes up to me. He was the same one who asked about my test grade. Which i worte about last week. I guess it was hard for him to get my attention because I was writing and listening to Kevin and Bean. So he comes up to me and asks me if I did all the homework because he needs help on the last problem. Like I've said before I never do all my homework I only do half. "
Well I guess he didn't learn because this morning he comes up to me crouching. Which I thought was kind of weird and made him look like he was hiding or something.
So he asks me if I did some problem and I tell him "no" again.
*whispering* to be honset with you guys I really did. I just don't like to be bothered by him.
I hate having another math class with this guy. I really hope I don't get him next semester.
John Cena has nothing to do with your final
Originally posted on 12/18/2005
I took my math final a few days ago. And the same thing happens all the time blatant cheating. I don't know what the deal is with math finals. Well anyway that boy was at it agian. And the cheating was done poorly again. Well the last time I got furstrated about people cheating blatantly in my previous math class and I bitched about it on a John Cena message board. That boy who sits in from of me did it, and they way he did it was by rifling thorough his backpack looking for notes. Then when I finish or so I think. I go to get something to eat and the vending machines there are so anichent. They don't even take paper dollars. I had to put in exact change, luckly I do carry some change on me.
I took my math final a few days ago. And the same thing happens all the time blatant cheating. I don't know what the deal is with math finals. Well anyway that boy was at it agian. And the cheating was done poorly again. Well the last time I got furstrated about people cheating blatantly in my previous math class and I bitched about it on a John Cena message board. That boy who sits in from of me did it, and they way he did it was by rifling thorough his backpack looking for notes. Then when I finish or so I think. I go to get something to eat and the vending machines there are so anichent. They don't even take paper dollars. I had to put in exact change, luckly I do carry some change on me.
where is it?
Originally posted on 11/7/2005
Well on Tues. I got my test back with a mediocre grade. The teacher wanted to know if he should change his homeowork method. Right now he does it like this he gives you 1 day to do the assigment and the next day you ask questions and sort of go over it. He wanted to change it so that next year he would only give you one day and go over it in class and then turn it in. That would be horrible because the homework wouldn't be "neat and proper".
The next day it was a "do your homework in class day" those are the worst. They are too stressful. I never do it quickly or "right". First we did it as a class then he had us do it on our own. That's when I messed up. I did the wrong problems the only reason I did was because I didn't want him to see I was writing in the book. Then he said we had to be at #55 or higher. I wasn't because I messed up. He wanted to check our work. What was he going to do if I wasn't at #55 he could make me stay after the next class whould be mad.
The only good thing that happened in his class this week was that he said that he was going to be gone for 2 days next week (this week) So I only have to go to school for 1 day!
And
he told us the class is moving to another room. I hope the desks are
bigger there. The only problem about moving to the new room is that he
doesn't know where it is.
Well on Tues. I got my test back with a mediocre grade. The teacher wanted to know if he should change his homeowork method. Right now he does it like this he gives you 1 day to do the assigment and the next day you ask questions and sort of go over it. He wanted to change it so that next year he would only give you one day and go over it in class and then turn it in. That would be horrible because the homework wouldn't be "neat and proper".
The next day it was a "do your homework in class day" those are the worst. They are too stressful. I never do it quickly or "right". First we did it as a class then he had us do it on our own. That's when I messed up. I did the wrong problems the only reason I did was because I didn't want him to see I was writing in the book. Then he said we had to be at #55 or higher. I wasn't because I messed up. He wanted to check our work. What was he going to do if I wasn't at #55 he could make me stay after the next class whould be mad.
The only good thing that happened in his class this week was that he said that he was going to be gone for 2 days next week (this week) So I only have to go to school for 1 day!
And
he told us the class is moving to another room. I hope the desks are
bigger there. The only problem about moving to the new room is that he
doesn't know where it is.
Klass iz cansold
Originally posted on 1/10/2006
Yes I can spell properly. I just wanted the title to reflect the day I had at school.
I've been going to this school for a few years now. And I still can't find all the buildings. And I passed by the one I was looking for. I thought I was going to be laet and lose my place, like I did last semester becausse I got there late. Then when I get there I see it's canceled. I was a little relieved because I didn't lose my place or anything. And at least for next class I know where the building is. Then I meet this girl there and she was all confused that it was canceled on the 1st day. I think it's better because you get an extra day to prepare. She told me that never happened to her before. One time I got lucky and I got sick on the 1st day of class and the teacher was sick too. So no harm no fowl. Then that girl tells me she needs to get back because she's busy because she works on the newspaper. I feel sorry for her. I had that deranged reporter teacher before (for a non newspaper class)
Later I got hungry and I saw something funny in the café place. The food there is way overpriced. I saw a sign on the soda machine that said "Do not mix drinks". That is one of the stupidest signs I've ever seen there besides the one that one of my teachers pointed out was wrong because the word "staring" was used instead of "starring" , one with the misuse of the word "then" and the one that tells you that you can't eat in the lounge. That and the soda mixing one are stupid rules!
Yes I can spell properly. I just wanted the title to reflect the day I had at school.
I've been going to this school for a few years now. And I still can't find all the buildings. And I passed by the one I was looking for. I thought I was going to be laet and lose my place, like I did last semester becausse I got there late. Then when I get there I see it's canceled. I was a little relieved because I didn't lose my place or anything. And at least for next class I know where the building is. Then I meet this girl there and she was all confused that it was canceled on the 1st day. I think it's better because you get an extra day to prepare. She told me that never happened to her before. One time I got lucky and I got sick on the 1st day of class and the teacher was sick too. So no harm no fowl. Then that girl tells me she needs to get back because she's busy because she works on the newspaper. I feel sorry for her. I had that deranged reporter teacher before (for a non newspaper class)
Later I got hungry and I saw something funny in the café place. The food there is way overpriced. I saw a sign on the soda machine that said "Do not mix drinks". That is one of the stupidest signs I've ever seen there besides the one that one of my teachers pointed out was wrong because the word "staring" was used instead of "starring" , one with the misuse of the word "then" and the one that tells you that you can't eat in the lounge. That and the soda mixing one are stupid rules!
handshake number 398
Originally posted on 4/1/2006
I can't believe this happened exactly a year ago. It seems like it happened like last week. Ok this story starts a few days before I got to meet Cena. I was checking around to see if he was making appearances in the area. After I asked my parents if I could meet him I was on my best behavior for like a week. I can be well behaved if I have some kind of incentive. Anyway I was really stressing out about meeting him. I really didn't want to act stupid in front of him. On the morning I got to meet him I couldn't sleep not because I was excited, but because everything kept waking me up. And I mean everything. The phone rang, I had a back ache and having to go to the bathroom. I think I only got 4 hours of sleep. I woke up extra early. I didn't eat anything for breakfast because I was too excited and nervous. When we pull up to the store I see this massive line of people. I get all upset and start freaking out.
It
was a sight to be seen. I have to say since I had never really
interacted with other wrestling fans in person. I waited in line all
morning. It was worth missing my Saturday morning programs for this.
Cena arrived at 10:45. When he arrived the people were all running to
the front of the store to see him. Some people standing near me got a
picture of him and they showed it to me. I was surprised that he wasn't
wearing a throwback or his chain. My dad said because that is his
"costume". Then some people with video cameras came and they were from
the WWE. I imagined my self being on tv with all those other Cena fans.
His signing/appearance was from 11 to 1. I almost didn't get to meet
him. They said only the first 400 people were assured to meet him and
get an autograph. I heard stories that sometimes he stays later and
signs more stuff for the people. I didn't really think he could this
time because he had to get ready for the Hall of Fame. Well I was his
398th person. I told my dad "And you wanted to get here
later." Before I got to the door I thought of my objectives; getting a
picture with Cena, getting a hug from Cena, and wishing him a happy
birthday. When we were almost there and waiting outside the door and I
was losing it. There were people at the door who weren't in line trying
to meet Cena. There were also some other people they were letting in the
store because they had to return movies they rented.
When I got into the store I couldn't see him at first. He was tucked away in a corner in the back of the store and it was pretty dark in there. The first thing they told us was that he wouldn't personalize autographs, but I didn't care. Then they said it was running long and we wouldn't be able to take pictures of him or with him which really sucked because I wanted to take a picture with him so badly.
When I got sort of close to him. I pointed at him and said "I see him!". My heart raced knowing I was that close to John Cena. I
have to say he looks the same in person as he does on tv. No wait maybe
his arms look bigger in person. I noticed that on the table there were
bunch of different colored markers, you know for signing different
colored stuff. There were also a few water bottles and a cups of coffee.
I was in such a daze when I got up to him I think I confused him.
Before he could introduce himself to me I introduced myself to him. I
stuck out my right hand for him to shake and stammered as I said
"Nice...to...meet...you...Mr. Cena!" I addressed him as "Mr. Cena" to
class it up and make it look like I have manners. He smelled good like
hand lotion. He shook my hand with his left I noticed that. I'm not
dissing him this is what he really did. It was his left because my right
was his left plus his hand felt clammy from all the signing he was
doing since he is left handed. I remember the sensation of shaking his
hand. He has a strong grip. His hand also felt very soft. He could sense
I was excited and nervous. I couldn't see my own expression on my face,
but I think I was blushing. I felt flustered.
I asked him if I could ask him a question. Well it was more like a
suggestion. I asked him what was he going to wear to Wrestlemania. I
suggested he should wear a West jersey because he is my dad's favorite
player. Cena said that he would wear a baseball jersey because baseball
season was coming up. The only reason I talked to Cena about sports was
because that was the one thing that I knew that him and my dad both
like. The are both very knowledgeable of sports history. I was also
taking to him about the draft. I said to him sweetly "Bye John!
Represent!", and flashed the "W" at him. He was laughing. Then when it
was time for the next person. Not counting my dad cause I took some of
his time, but the didn't care he didn't even know who John Cena was or
what he looked liked before he met him. Then my dad was wandering around
in the store behind Cena. Usually when my dad acts stupid I have to get
him in line. But then I looked over at Cena and I though "John Cena
shouldn't see me acting like a brat". That would have made a horrible
impression on him. As I looking at Cena and sighing my dad comes up to
me and says. "You wanted to take a picture of him." So I pretend I'm
looking at some display in the store and quickly snap a picture of him.
Then we walked out of the store. I was upset because I forgot to wish
Cena a happy birthday and get a hug from him, but I guess the hug will
be the objective the next time I meet him. But I have to say Cena is a
charmer since my dad thought he was cool and he's not really into
celebrities, epically wrestlers. And Cena was probably the sweetest
celebrities I've ever met! Not like that jerk Ryan Seacrest. (this is
not slanderous I did meet Seacrest back in '95 and he was a jerk)
I can't believe this happened exactly a year ago. It seems like it happened like last week. Ok this story starts a few days before I got to meet Cena. I was checking around to see if he was making appearances in the area. After I asked my parents if I could meet him I was on my best behavior for like a week. I can be well behaved if I have some kind of incentive. Anyway I was really stressing out about meeting him. I really didn't want to act stupid in front of him. On the morning I got to meet him I couldn't sleep not because I was excited, but because everything kept waking me up. And I mean everything. The phone rang, I had a back ache and having to go to the bathroom. I think I only got 4 hours of sleep. I woke up extra early. I didn't eat anything for breakfast because I was too excited and nervous. When we pull up to the store I see this massive line of people. I get all upset and start freaking out.
It
was a sight to be seen. I have to say since I had never really
interacted with other wrestling fans in person. I waited in line all
morning. It was worth missing my Saturday morning programs for this.
Cena arrived at 10:45. When he arrived the people were all running to
the front of the store to see him. Some people standing near me got a
picture of him and they showed it to me. I was surprised that he wasn't
wearing a throwback or his chain. My dad said because that is his
"costume". Then some people with video cameras came and they were from
the WWE. I imagined my self being on tv with all those other Cena fans.
His signing/appearance was from 11 to 1. I almost didn't get to meet
him. They said only the first 400 people were assured to meet him and
get an autograph. I heard stories that sometimes he stays later and
signs more stuff for the people. I didn't really think he could this
time because he had to get ready for the Hall of Fame. Well I was his
398th person. I told my dad "And you wanted to get here
later." Before I got to the door I thought of my objectives; getting a
picture with Cena, getting a hug from Cena, and wishing him a happy
birthday. When we were almost there and waiting outside the door and I
was losing it. There were people at the door who weren't in line trying
to meet Cena. There were also some other people they were letting in the
store because they had to return movies they rented. When I got into the store I couldn't see him at first. He was tucked away in a corner in the back of the store and it was pretty dark in there. The first thing they told us was that he wouldn't personalize autographs, but I didn't care. Then they said it was running long and we wouldn't be able to take pictures of him or with him which really sucked because I wanted to take a picture with him so badly.
When I got sort of close to him. I pointed at him and said "I see him!". My heart raced knowing I was that close to John Cena. I
have to say he looks the same in person as he does on tv. No wait maybe
his arms look bigger in person. I noticed that on the table there were
bunch of different colored markers, you know for signing different
colored stuff. There were also a few water bottles and a cups of coffee.
I was in such a daze when I got up to him I think I confused him.
Before he could introduce himself to me I introduced myself to him. I
stuck out my right hand for him to shake and stammered as I said
"Nice...to...meet...you...Mr. Cena!" I addressed him as "Mr. Cena" to
class it up and make it look like I have manners. He smelled good like
hand lotion. He shook my hand with his left I noticed that. I'm not
dissing him this is what he really did. It was his left because my right
was his left plus his hand felt clammy from all the signing he was
doing since he is left handed. I remember the sensation of shaking his
hand. He has a strong grip. His hand also felt very soft. He could sense
I was excited and nervous. I couldn't see my own expression on my face,
but I think I was blushing. I felt flustered.
I asked him if I could ask him a question. Well it was more like a
suggestion. I asked him what was he going to wear to Wrestlemania. I
suggested he should wear a West jersey because he is my dad's favorite
player. Cena said that he would wear a baseball jersey because baseball
season was coming up. The only reason I talked to Cena about sports was
because that was the one thing that I knew that him and my dad both
like. The are both very knowledgeable of sports history. I was also
taking to him about the draft. I said to him sweetly "Bye John!
Represent!", and flashed the "W" at him. He was laughing. Then when it
was time for the next person. Not counting my dad cause I took some of
his time, but the didn't care he didn't even know who John Cena was or
what he looked liked before he met him. Then my dad was wandering around
in the store behind Cena. Usually when my dad acts stupid I have to get
him in line. But then I looked over at Cena and I though "John Cena
shouldn't see me acting like a brat". That would have made a horrible
impression on him. As I looking at Cena and sighing my dad comes up to
me and says. "You wanted to take a picture of him." So I pretend I'm
looking at some display in the store and quickly snap a picture of him.
Then we walked out of the store. I was upset because I forgot to wish
Cena a happy birthday and get a hug from him, but I guess the hug will
be the objective the next time I meet him. But I have to say Cena is a
charmer since my dad thought he was cool and he's not really into
celebrities, epically wrestlers. And Cena was probably the sweetest
celebrities I've ever met! Not like that jerk Ryan Seacrest. (this is
not slanderous I did meet Seacrest back in '95 and he was a jerk)
Friday, May 1, 2015
Don't rip on me!
Originally posted on Monday, December 12, 2005
Occurred on Sunday, December 11, 2005
Current mood: embarrassed
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
Occurred on Sunday, December 11, 2005
Current mood: embarrassed
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
Ok I really don't like to got to LA sometimes because it's crowded. My dad wanted to go to get Christmas presents. Well anyway we went and we see that Aron's Records store is closing down. Well I knew there were a lot of signs telling us not to go like the freeway construction. So when we get there the store is pretty cleaned out. There were no good CDs, so I decided to go look for a good DVD. I was really hoping to find a Sailor Moon one at a good price. There were not a lot of anime ones left. I was on my knees looking though boxes. When I squatted to look in a box I tore my pants in the crotch! 
So I had to decide if I wanted to keep looking for more DVDs or stop because I had torn pants. I didn't stop I kept looking. But I had to look carefully and make sure that nobody saw my pants. I tried to hide it with my shirt, but it was too short. It was a good thing I didn't stop I found a Heathcliff DVD. I had to get it I haven't seen that cartoon in years. Too bad I never did find a Sailor Moon one, but it was worth ripping my pants for one.
Something else funny happened later when I was talking to my dad. We were looking at Christmas CDs in the store and we were talking about this rap one and my dad was saying he had never heard of anybody on the CD. (Why would he? He doesn't listen to rap music?) Then this guy comes up to us and points at a song on the back and says "That song is genuis!". My dad gives me a look like this -_- It was so funny!
When we are in the car I tell him I can't go shopping to anymore stores because I ripped my pants. That was kind of a good thing because I didn't want to go to anymore stores
So I had to decide if I wanted to keep looking for more DVDs or stop because I had torn pants. I didn't stop I kept looking. But I had to look carefully and make sure that nobody saw my pants. I tried to hide it with my shirt, but it was too short. It was a good thing I didn't stop I found a Heathcliff DVD. I had to get it I haven't seen that cartoon in years. Too bad I never did find a Sailor Moon one, but it was worth ripping my pants for one.
Something else funny happened later when I was talking to my dad. We were looking at Christmas CDs in the store and we were talking about this rap one and my dad was saying he had never heard of anybody on the CD. (Why would he? He doesn't listen to rap music?) Then this guy comes up to us and points at a song on the back and says "That song is genuis!". My dad gives me a look like this -_- It was so funny!
When we are in the car I tell him I can't go shopping to anymore stores because I ripped my pants. That was kind of a good thing because I didn't want to go to anymore stores
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