So, uh, my school got a bomb threat call this morning. Apparently it was serious enough that the police and faculty decided to evacuate the students. I was walking to school, and right when I got to school a mob of students headed towards Jocelyne and I. They told us to go to Graystone Park, which is where we waited for about an hour. I was just about to call my mom to pick me up and leave when the teachers said for us to go back to school.

We went to the Rasputin music store today. I bought The Hush Sound's "Goodbye Blues"; I wanted "Like Vines" but they didn't have it. :[ I also got POTC soundtrack 1 and 3; they didn't have 2. And then I also got POTC3 the movie, so now my collection is complete!

On the other hand, school starts tomorrow.

We got a dwarf hamster. Her name is Chuck Norris Oprah Bubbles.

So I finally gave in and bought a copy of Breaking Dawn because I'm like #164 for holds at the library.

And I bought PJ bottoms <3 Even though I've already got two, and sweats along with that.

Anyway, back to watching Ace Ventura

College stress is really getting to me. I think I'm going to go insane soon.

Hm. Star test results came back.

I got 100% for the writing portion and high 80's for reading, for a total of 474 in English.

And 100% on all aspects of USH except for "U.S. Between the World Wars" (I got an 83% -__-) for a total of 546.

Yep.

This morning I took Caltrain to Millbrae, switched to Bart, and arrived in San Francisco to meet up with Sarah. I think the guy who sat next to me on Caltrain was a pedophile/pervert, 'cause he behaved extremely strangely.


Then we went to city hall, then back to Sarah's work. She gave me a tour and we did some "work."


For lunch we took Muni to Fisherman's Wharf. First we went to the aquarium, which turned out to be kind of a disappointment (super tiny). Then we bought lunch. Ugh, that was the nastiest fish taco I've ever eaten. Our entire lunch was fish and chips. Oh, and I think I got pooped on...but it looked like the ranch that came with our fish and chips, so I really don't know.


We went back to SFE, and then went styrobusting! We busted two restaurants, but the rest were good and didn't use styrofoam. (:

Then I took Muni to the Caltrain station and rode back home. I managed to catch a "Baby Bullet," but it went so fast it caught up to the train in front of us, so we got a delay of about 10 minutes.

Teenage Angst?

I've been getting extremely fed up with the woman I call my mother these past few days.

She's becoming exceedingly clingy, and she really doesn't want me to go to UW. Which only makes me want to go ever more (that's if I get in, which is a small chance). She keeps telling all her friends to not let their daughters run too far away for college, and to keep them close because daughters are good and are the only ones who understand them. I understand her, perfectly well, but that doesn't mean I want to stay in the Bay Area for the rest of my life. She's pretty much dead set against me going to UW. Whenever I even mention it (even if it's not to her, I may be on the phone talking about it), she bursts out protesting against me going because it's too far and too expensive.

She's so unreasonable and has no common sense whatsoever. She makes her life harder than it has to be, and then she blames it on the rest of the family and how "we don't love her."

I'm so sick of my parents' relationship with each other as well. Their silence and fighting is wearing down on me, and it's another reason why I want to go far away to college. And once I leave, all hell may break loose back at home because my brother doesn't give a shit.

And while I'm at it, I'm really tired of my mom verbally, even indirectly, abusing me. When we were hiking 2 days ago, her friend said something about me (I forget what), and my mom responded with, "It's because her skin is bad." And by the way, my skin is not bad. My mom's the only one who thinks that. And she gets bigger and more pimples than I do, and she's 48! I by no means have clear skin, but I rarely get pimples. My skin isn't dry or oily. Okay my forehead is oily, but everyone's got a T-zone. My skin is great. I'm happy with it. And when she keeps talking about how bad it is, it gets on my nerves. Whenever something happens, such as I get a sunburn or one day my skin is a little drier, she'll blame it on my "bad skin condition." WHAT THE FUCK.

Sigh. But I still love my mom no matter what. It's like a love-hate relationship.

23 months.

Daniel and I went to Williams today to play frisbee. We fooled around for about 15 minutes and then started to actually play. About five minutes in this little kid started watching us and looking like he wanted to play. After another five minutes he asked to play so we played with him for I don't know how long. Quite a while. And he threw better than both of us. xD

Oh and I sort of fell off my bike when I got to Daniel's house. I ran out of momentum going up his driveway right when I was trying to get off the bike, so it fell, but I jumped and landed somewhat okay. But I semi got caught up in the bike as well. Oops.