memes
In the middle of rushed-frenzied packing for the band and orchestra trip, I'm taking time to do a few memes... whee.
FIRSTS
First job: I've never technically had a job. I did wash dishes for 50 cents a while ago.
First screen name: Iristar9. I'm very happy I don't use it anymore; too clichéd and numbered screen names bother me now.
First funeral: I've been to a few memorials... the first one was for my seventh grade English teacher, Mrs. Rouwenhorst. I felt awkward because I didn't know her very well and stuff.
First pet: Quite a few fish, almost all of which died under my care. Bah. Kyoko the goldfish was my first; she committed suicide. :/
First piercing/tattoo: None, hopefully never. I despise needles.
First credit card: I don't have one and I'm not sure I'll ever really want/need one, except for maybe ordering things online. Mmm. Online stores. :D
First Kiss: Wednesday. GUESS. :)))
First one that mattered: :)))
First love: I'd like to add a triple-chinned smiley face to this one too, but I'm not sure. What could you really call love? Eh. Well, anyway, until I get a better definition of that word, I was obsessed with Jimmy for a bit less than three years.
First enemy: I'd like to think that I have none... there's no one whom I feel any blatant animosity towards, anyway. (At least, not yet... hmmm.)
First big trip: Probably returning to the East Coast in seventh grade. I guess it sort of hit me then how much people change in a few years.
First concert: Long Beach College Orchestra :D
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Mother :D :D She always plays Chopin on the piano (and the Piano Concerto No. 1 by Tchaikovsky--or she tries, at least).
LASTS
Last car ride: Dad driving me home from track practice... yeah, exciting.
Last kiss: Wednesday night. :)))
Last library book checked out: Harry Potter y el cáliz de fuego. I'm such a dork.
Last movie watched: Some segments of Tarzan on ABC a few nights ago. Last *real* movie I sat down with the intent of watching it all the way? Either Radio at Model UN or LotR: FotR (depending on your definition).
Last beverage drank: Nasty tasting water. Ewww, too many minerals.
Last food consumed: Some pear slices.
Last phone call: Calling Dad on Wednesday night to pick me up from Broadway Showcase.
Last time showered: About five hours ago, as soon as I got home from track practice.
Last CD played: Most likely the Juanes CD I got from my friend, Un Día Normal. (Wow, I listen/read too much Spanish stuff.)
Last annoyance: Mom and me arguing about what to pack for the Band and Orchestra trip.
Last soda drank: I'm not allowed to drink soda. Track team rules (stupid Coach Hogan, I'll kill him one day I will). But besides that, some 7-Up at Mom's friend's house on Sunday.
Last ice cream eaten: @_@ It seriously has been forever since I've eaten ice cream. I don't even remember anymore... the most recent one I can remember is at Sadie's house back in January.
Last time scolded: About five minutes ago, with Dad telling me to clean up the computer desk.
Last shirt worn: An old t-shirt of Arthur's which I wear as pajamas now. It's black with a yellow smiley face on the front. Words around the smiley face read "Don't Worry, Be Happy." Good advice.
Last website visited: Yahoo. I wanted to check the forecast up there in San Francisco.
If you call me...
Sharon, then you're ninety-nine percent of the world.
Little Chu, you're Mrs. Garcia feeling awkwardly sympathetic.
Arthur's Little Sister, you're probably from the graduating class of 2003 and above; a vanishing rarity these days.
Sharbear, you're either Norbert feeling brave, Arthur being Arthur, or Oliver being cute. Or Coach Becksvoort with a deathwish.
You Spineless Otter, you're Matt Vanderwall hating me for my flexibility/affinity for water. (You furry Dutch spider.)
Dawgette, Home Skilletette, Dudette, Big Booty Ho, or HAB, you're a hyperactive Kenny and/or Matt.
Chu (high-pitched), you're that percussionist who quit band but insists on greeting me with my name in falsetto.
Little Miss Active, you're Mrs. Fieldhouse high off of crack. Or something.
Susana, Susanna, Susan, you're someone who only knows me from a Spanish class and never bothered to learn my real name.
Sharon Chu, you're in sixth period Tamminga Biology 1, and are differentiating me from Sharon Choi.
Mulan, you're that annoying Spanish kid in third period who believes that Japan, China, Korea, and India are all the same thing and still wonders why I don't speak Japanese.
My Little Clarinetist, you're probably Jeremy Ruditis, the clarinet section leader.
Flippy, die. Immediately.
Norbert's Sister, you're one of those kids whom I slaughtered at Mario Kart 64 last year during Norbert's birthday party.
Shar-ren-ren, you're my mom trying to be funny.
Xiao Juan Juan, you're some sort of relative who probably lives in Taiwan and hasn't seen me in forever.
Iris, Drak, Drakaina, you're someone I met online/only knows me online. Wow, I don't see a lot of you these days.
My Asian, you're Kym in one of her more hyper and perverted moods. (But hey, you give out hugs. :)
Little One, you're probably Jason, although I'm not sure he'd still call me this anymore.
Tirral, Talath, you're someone I've met on random MUDs and MUCKs. Small world, ain't it?
FIRSTS
First job: I've never technically had a job. I did wash dishes for 50 cents a while ago.
First screen name: Iristar9. I'm very happy I don't use it anymore; too clichéd and numbered screen names bother me now.
First funeral: I've been to a few memorials... the first one was for my seventh grade English teacher, Mrs. Rouwenhorst. I felt awkward because I didn't know her very well and stuff.
First pet: Quite a few fish, almost all of which died under my care. Bah. Kyoko the goldfish was my first; she committed suicide. :/
First piercing/tattoo: None, hopefully never. I despise needles.
First credit card: I don't have one and I'm not sure I'll ever really want/need one, except for maybe ordering things online. Mmm. Online stores. :D
First Kiss: Wednesday. GUESS. :)))
First one that mattered: :)))
First love: I'd like to add a triple-chinned smiley face to this one too, but I'm not sure. What could you really call love? Eh. Well, anyway, until I get a better definition of that word, I was obsessed with Jimmy for a bit less than three years.
First enemy: I'd like to think that I have none... there's no one whom I feel any blatant animosity towards, anyway. (At least, not yet... hmmm.)
First big trip: Probably returning to the East Coast in seventh grade. I guess it sort of hit me then how much people change in a few years.
First concert: Long Beach College Orchestra :D
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Mother :D :D She always plays Chopin on the piano (and the Piano Concerto No. 1 by Tchaikovsky--or she tries, at least).
LASTS
Last car ride: Dad driving me home from track practice... yeah, exciting.
Last kiss: Wednesday night. :)))
Last library book checked out: Harry Potter y el cáliz de fuego. I'm such a dork.
Last movie watched: Some segments of Tarzan on ABC a few nights ago. Last *real* movie I sat down with the intent of watching it all the way? Either Radio at Model UN or LotR: FotR (depending on your definition).
Last beverage drank: Nasty tasting water. Ewww, too many minerals.
Last food consumed: Some pear slices.
Last phone call: Calling Dad on Wednesday night to pick me up from Broadway Showcase.
Last time showered: About five hours ago, as soon as I got home from track practice.
Last CD played: Most likely the Juanes CD I got from my friend, Un Día Normal. (Wow, I listen/read too much Spanish stuff.)
Last annoyance: Mom and me arguing about what to pack for the Band and Orchestra trip.
Last soda drank: I'm not allowed to drink soda. Track team rules (stupid Coach Hogan, I'll kill him one day I will). But besides that, some 7-Up at Mom's friend's house on Sunday.
Last ice cream eaten: @_@ It seriously has been forever since I've eaten ice cream. I don't even remember anymore... the most recent one I can remember is at Sadie's house back in January.
Last time scolded: About five minutes ago, with Dad telling me to clean up the computer desk.
Last shirt worn: An old t-shirt of Arthur's which I wear as pajamas now. It's black with a yellow smiley face on the front. Words around the smiley face read "Don't Worry, Be Happy." Good advice.
Last website visited: Yahoo. I wanted to check the forecast up there in San Francisco.
If you call me...
Sharon, then you're ninety-nine percent of the world.
Little Chu, you're Mrs. Garcia feeling awkwardly sympathetic.
Arthur's Little Sister, you're probably from the graduating class of 2003 and above; a vanishing rarity these days.
Sharbear, you're either Norbert feeling brave, Arthur being Arthur, or Oliver being cute. Or Coach Becksvoort with a deathwish.
You Spineless Otter, you're Matt Vanderwall hating me for my flexibility/affinity for water. (You furry Dutch spider.)
Dawgette, Home Skilletette, Dudette, Big Booty Ho, or HAB, you're a hyperactive Kenny and/or Matt.
Chu (high-pitched), you're that percussionist who quit band but insists on greeting me with my name in falsetto.
Little Miss Active, you're Mrs. Fieldhouse high off of crack. Or something.
Susana, Susanna, Susan, you're someone who only knows me from a Spanish class and never bothered to learn my real name.
Sharon Chu, you're in sixth period Tamminga Biology 1, and are differentiating me from Sharon Choi.
Mulan, you're that annoying Spanish kid in third period who believes that Japan, China, Korea, and India are all the same thing and still wonders why I don't speak Japanese.
My Little Clarinetist, you're probably Jeremy Ruditis, the clarinet section leader.
Flippy, die. Immediately.
Norbert's Sister, you're one of those kids whom I slaughtered at Mario Kart 64 last year during Norbert's birthday party.
Shar-ren-ren, you're my mom trying to be funny.
Xiao Juan Juan, you're some sort of relative who probably lives in Taiwan and hasn't seen me in forever.
Iris, Drak, Drakaina, you're someone I met online/only knows me online. Wow, I don't see a lot of you these days.
My Asian, you're Kym in one of her more hyper and perverted moods. (But hey, you give out hugs. :)
Little One, you're probably Jason, although I'm not sure he'd still call me this anymore.
Tirral, Talath, you're someone I've met on random MUDs and MUCKs. Small world, ain't it?