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I feel oddly enlightened today. As if the fact that getting past one year in high school grants me the title of full-fledged teen.

Right.

But I am happy that I'm going to be a sophmore soon. Just think of having seniority over at least the incoming freshmen. No more rude looks from the juniors and seniors during lunch. And honors classes at ( Read more... )

I'm having writer's block. Like always ( Read more... )

Wah!! While I was at the Naruto forum in downloadanime.org, I found this thread with the most funniest pictures of the Naruto gang!! This post is for posterity ( Read more... )

I hate high school. Hate it, hate it, hate it. First of all, I now have to get up and walk to the subway (something I have never done in my middle-school and elementary days) and have to memorize the stupid Q train's arrivals. Then there's the traffic (human) at school, the racism, the horrible food, the burgeoning amount of homework per day, the ( Read more... )

With school just a few weeks away (September 13th or something around there), I have been relegated to a shrieking, freakin' out mess. I can not even go a day without screaming that my summer homework isn't done yet and that the 3000 nutjobs attending Brooklyn Tech will devour me with their oozing levels of intelligence. (I think it was just a ( Read more... )

I have nothing to write. One should already had figured that out from this entry's title. But I could say that I caused my sister's computer to have a virus in it...

Three days ago, I told one of my closest friends that I have a huge liking for one of my supposed "worst enemies" in school. Three days ago was also the last day of school ( Read more... )

I'm preparing to go to J & R now...I don't even know why I'm even writing this. But I know I'm going to enjoy my nice peach and fanficiton.net reviews.

My team lost ThinkQuest by the way. Am not the happiest person in the world. Actually, I wasn't a happy person before but I am more pissed than one could ever be.

Everytime I look at the mirror, I am constantly reminded that I have my mother's bulging cheeks, indented eyes from my father (though not as indented as his; my mother's genes balanced that out a bit), long feet from my grandfather, and my grandmother's prudence. I am a blend of these four different people, their traits and attributes making up who ( Read more... )