u know those things cause anal leakage?
so, it's been awhile since i wrote in this fantabulous thing.
erm. i've been too busy and also my computer got struck by lighting but luckily my older sisters computer wasn't connected to the modem that fried my computer, so hers works and we use it now.
school...like is really depressing. there's all these new gay ass people (a.k.a freshmen) and none of the seniors that made up a large part of my friend circle...are gone. and it's like...wtf, this is lame. so i spend my day walking through the hallways hoping someone with an iota of interest will suddenly pop out of no where and wisk me off into a conversation where i don't want to gouge my eyes out wirh a rusty knife.
my classes are pretty cool though. i must admit. first hour im a TA for Mrs. MARTINNNNNNNNNEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. i say that every morning i walk in. it drives her bonkers. second hour is AP English Lit. with mrs. bishop. i like her a lot. she'll probably end up being one of my favorite teachers. third i have the giant of a woman massaro for economics honors. she is huge. and she talks so loud...it hurts my ears, i used to sit in the front front, but i moved after her first lecture because she was hurting my ears...and fourth i have calculus which im not reslly liking because it's everything mr. devaux didn't teach us that well and i never paid attention to...so of course, im lost. and then lunch isn't bad. i show my belly button to kaylynn like everyday like i did last year because of her phobia. good times. then 6th and 7th i go to schrader and TA for Christina criscuoli who used to work at albertsons...it's probably the highlight of my day because i get to sit there and hang out with fifth graders who think im god/the coolest person in the world. its a nice boost to the pathetic thing i call my ego. and then i go home. or to work.
but what is sweet is the school gives me volunteer hours for being a TA and im there like 2 hours five days a week. that will definately add up for my bright futures...i just hope they'll count towards it because it gives me a better chance of getting a 100 percent bright futures scholarship which if i go to a tech school, i get a 75 percent one because i took 3 business classes because that's all u had to do, and im like...hmm play on computers for a 75 percent scholarship to a tech/vocational school if i do want to be a graphic arts designer? why not.
but yeah, im hoping to get all b's or higher in my classes and hopefully graduate with a 4.3 or higher
i believe mine is a 4.1 weighted. and im taking AP eng with an +1 weight, honors econ with a +.5 weight. second semester instead of econ, AP govt with a +1 weight and DE Calc with a +1 weight. so if i get like...a's in all those classes, which im shooting for, my GPA should go up...and im going to pass TA with flying colors because its pretty much, show up and get an A.
so yeah. if im not in the top 10 i'll flip out. or maybe just top 20. i dunno.
im a freak.
ok, but yeah, so anyone who knows about my right tires fucking popping when i turn into a parking lot and it going completely flat for no reason besides shitty make. and then me having to drive with a donut on my car because my tires are high performance race tires and no one carries that size...and all the tire people were saying it was my fault because i must have run something over, which i went back to look and nothing was there in the road, so that's bullshit. i turned right and went over a probably 2-3 inch lip that i've done before, and my tires just blows and i thought i bottomed out because it's kind of up a little hill (the wachovia at the corner of 52 and little coming in from 52) so when i freaked out and looked at the front of my car i see a fucking blow tire and im like, WTF. but anywho. the point is, i blew my tire, couldn't find one ANYWHERE. ferman suzuki said they would give me ONE for 180 dollars and im like, FUCK THAT SHIT NIGGA. because that didn't include labor and alignment and all that other shat. so, me and chris drive to kauffman tires where my grandpa told me to go, we meet up with him, turns out although advertised, kauffman doesn't have that tire in stock, ever. so we end up buying two new tires for the front of my car. (toyo tires) which are exactly the same size but different tread and buy a warranty to where if i blow my tire because of anything, i get a new one, i just have to pay 13 bucks for the new warranty on the new tire. which isn't bad at all. but yeah, the two new tires with labor and tax came to around 282 something. ouch. but its because of the size and type of rim and whatnot i have on my car. my grandpa paid for it and told me it would be added to the bill for the car...so now i owe him roughly 13,500 dollars...give or take. but i have new tires and they ride sooooooooooooooo much nicer than the others, i want to replace the ones in the back, but that would be a waste of tire and money...so eh, ill deal.
and chris got his car checked out because his tires and alignment is all fucked up. he thought it would be somewhere like, 200-300 dollars....yeah well it definately would be about 1300 without tax and labor. he needs new struts and shocks and all that shit. i'll start hiding his money from himself and within like...3 months, he could have all that...if he would just let me take his money cuz im stingy and never spend money, but he won't because he's stubborn and won't let me, the girl, have control of the money.
and for anyone that is going to ask me, we are doing fine. not to ever be rude, but i seriously hate it when people ask me that. to me, it's a stupid question, because if things weren't good, we wouldn't be together.
but anywho. his massage teacher is crazy. there's this thing they do to your chest and ribs to loosen up built up fluids in ur chest to make u breathe easier and healthier...and friggin it hurts. they use their knuckles and lightly put pressure on your sternum and like rub up and down...chris barely did it to my chest for like 4 seconds and it still is slightly sore, chris' teacher did it to him for like a full minute and got to a lot of pressure and chris has this huge ass blood blister/bruise in the middle of his chest. *shudder* and they do this thing to him, called rib scraping, there they take their fingers and go up into ur rib cage righty underneath the ribs and pull your lungs off of the sides of your ribs. i did it to myself and it hurts so bad. chris can stick like half his hand into his chest. it's freaky.
it's crazy ass shit.
oh, i officially quit pilates. i can't stand the damn woman in the video...i'd probably go to a gym to do it...but that costs money, so im doing 50 crunches/situps whichever tickles my fancy more every night. it's not the same workout, but its more effective in a shorter time than the pilates...and i want to get rid of that flabby ass skin on my stomach and my lovie handles.
and im sure your all deeply interested in my body shape.
i've also decided im going to start putting actual cash into my piggy bank. which is actually an old plastic arizona tea bottle. but's its big and i have about 14 dollars in change...and adding a dollar here and there will eventually allow me to save my money, i just need to find super glue because that nail glue i used did not keep someone from taking change from my savings. i like, super, extreme bond glue. to where im going to need to chop the top off with my samurai sword.
but yeah, i always thought that book beowulf was going to be gay because people complain about it all the time...but i actually like it. i thought i was going to be hard to understand because people have told me that...but im like, wtf, this isn't hard, it's like reading a modern day book...about viking-like people set in forever ago. im almost done. and i need to take notes for economy...which...i seem to be the only person in that class doing so...but i don't take notes of massaro's lectures really, i do it more from the book as she talks. it's easier. because all she does is read right from the book.
oh, and we have to move. the guy we are renting this house from, wants to sell it, so we have to leave...i dunno when, but, we do. there's two houses he showed my mom, one on seeley and the other on FOx hollow. the one on seeley is two bedrooms but i like where its at, but it's a no. and the one on fox hollow is a 3 bed, like this one, but it's farther away from where i have everything concentrated. i.e school, work and chris' house. BUT it is closer to the mall and movies which is cool
ok, well, im going to go put my clothes in the dryer and bleach my whites because i just realized how nasty my new wifebeaters are after washing them with my new clothes.
peace nuccas.
-Christi B
erm. i've been too busy and also my computer got struck by lighting but luckily my older sisters computer wasn't connected to the modem that fried my computer, so hers works and we use it now.
school...like is really depressing. there's all these new gay ass people (a.k.a freshmen) and none of the seniors that made up a large part of my friend circle...are gone. and it's like...wtf, this is lame. so i spend my day walking through the hallways hoping someone with an iota of interest will suddenly pop out of no where and wisk me off into a conversation where i don't want to gouge my eyes out wirh a rusty knife.
my classes are pretty cool though. i must admit. first hour im a TA for Mrs. MARTINNNNNNNNNEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. i say that every morning i walk in. it drives her bonkers. second hour is AP English Lit. with mrs. bishop. i like her a lot. she'll probably end up being one of my favorite teachers. third i have the giant of a woman massaro for economics honors. she is huge. and she talks so loud...it hurts my ears, i used to sit in the front front, but i moved after her first lecture because she was hurting my ears...and fourth i have calculus which im not reslly liking because it's everything mr. devaux didn't teach us that well and i never paid attention to...so of course, im lost. and then lunch isn't bad. i show my belly button to kaylynn like everyday like i did last year because of her phobia. good times. then 6th and 7th i go to schrader and TA for Christina criscuoli who used to work at albertsons...it's probably the highlight of my day because i get to sit there and hang out with fifth graders who think im god/the coolest person in the world. its a nice boost to the pathetic thing i call my ego. and then i go home. or to work.
but what is sweet is the school gives me volunteer hours for being a TA and im there like 2 hours five days a week. that will definately add up for my bright futures...i just hope they'll count towards it because it gives me a better chance of getting a 100 percent bright futures scholarship which if i go to a tech school, i get a 75 percent one because i took 3 business classes because that's all u had to do, and im like...hmm play on computers for a 75 percent scholarship to a tech/vocational school if i do want to be a graphic arts designer? why not.
but yeah, im hoping to get all b's or higher in my classes and hopefully graduate with a 4.3 or higher
i believe mine is a 4.1 weighted. and im taking AP eng with an +1 weight, honors econ with a +.5 weight. second semester instead of econ, AP govt with a +1 weight and DE Calc with a +1 weight. so if i get like...a's in all those classes, which im shooting for, my GPA should go up...and im going to pass TA with flying colors because its pretty much, show up and get an A.
so yeah. if im not in the top 10 i'll flip out. or maybe just top 20. i dunno.
im a freak.
ok, but yeah, so anyone who knows about my right tires fucking popping when i turn into a parking lot and it going completely flat for no reason besides shitty make. and then me having to drive with a donut on my car because my tires are high performance race tires and no one carries that size...and all the tire people were saying it was my fault because i must have run something over, which i went back to look and nothing was there in the road, so that's bullshit. i turned right and went over a probably 2-3 inch lip that i've done before, and my tires just blows and i thought i bottomed out because it's kind of up a little hill (the wachovia at the corner of 52 and little coming in from 52) so when i freaked out and looked at the front of my car i see a fucking blow tire and im like, WTF. but anywho. the point is, i blew my tire, couldn't find one ANYWHERE. ferman suzuki said they would give me ONE for 180 dollars and im like, FUCK THAT SHIT NIGGA. because that didn't include labor and alignment and all that other shat. so, me and chris drive to kauffman tires where my grandpa told me to go, we meet up with him, turns out although advertised, kauffman doesn't have that tire in stock, ever. so we end up buying two new tires for the front of my car. (toyo tires) which are exactly the same size but different tread and buy a warranty to where if i blow my tire because of anything, i get a new one, i just have to pay 13 bucks for the new warranty on the new tire. which isn't bad at all. but yeah, the two new tires with labor and tax came to around 282 something. ouch. but its because of the size and type of rim and whatnot i have on my car. my grandpa paid for it and told me it would be added to the bill for the car...so now i owe him roughly 13,500 dollars...give or take. but i have new tires and they ride sooooooooooooooo much nicer than the others, i want to replace the ones in the back, but that would be a waste of tire and money...so eh, ill deal.
and chris got his car checked out because his tires and alignment is all fucked up. he thought it would be somewhere like, 200-300 dollars....yeah well it definately would be about 1300 without tax and labor. he needs new struts and shocks and all that shit. i'll start hiding his money from himself and within like...3 months, he could have all that...if he would just let me take his money cuz im stingy and never spend money, but he won't because he's stubborn and won't let me, the girl, have control of the money.
and for anyone that is going to ask me, we are doing fine. not to ever be rude, but i seriously hate it when people ask me that. to me, it's a stupid question, because if things weren't good, we wouldn't be together.
but anywho. his massage teacher is crazy. there's this thing they do to your chest and ribs to loosen up built up fluids in ur chest to make u breathe easier and healthier...and friggin it hurts. they use their knuckles and lightly put pressure on your sternum and like rub up and down...chris barely did it to my chest for like 4 seconds and it still is slightly sore, chris' teacher did it to him for like a full minute and got to a lot of pressure and chris has this huge ass blood blister/bruise in the middle of his chest. *shudder* and they do this thing to him, called rib scraping, there they take their fingers and go up into ur rib cage righty underneath the ribs and pull your lungs off of the sides of your ribs. i did it to myself and it hurts so bad. chris can stick like half his hand into his chest. it's freaky.
it's crazy ass shit.
oh, i officially quit pilates. i can't stand the damn woman in the video...i'd probably go to a gym to do it...but that costs money, so im doing 50 crunches/situps whichever tickles my fancy more every night. it's not the same workout, but its more effective in a shorter time than the pilates...and i want to get rid of that flabby ass skin on my stomach and my lovie handles.
and im sure your all deeply interested in my body shape.
i've also decided im going to start putting actual cash into my piggy bank. which is actually an old plastic arizona tea bottle. but's its big and i have about 14 dollars in change...and adding a dollar here and there will eventually allow me to save my money, i just need to find super glue because that nail glue i used did not keep someone from taking change from my savings. i like, super, extreme bond glue. to where im going to need to chop the top off with my samurai sword.
but yeah, i always thought that book beowulf was going to be gay because people complain about it all the time...but i actually like it. i thought i was going to be hard to understand because people have told me that...but im like, wtf, this isn't hard, it's like reading a modern day book...about viking-like people set in forever ago. im almost done. and i need to take notes for economy...which...i seem to be the only person in that class doing so...but i don't take notes of massaro's lectures really, i do it more from the book as she talks. it's easier. because all she does is read right from the book.
oh, and we have to move. the guy we are renting this house from, wants to sell it, so we have to leave...i dunno when, but, we do. there's two houses he showed my mom, one on seeley and the other on FOx hollow. the one on seeley is two bedrooms but i like where its at, but it's a no. and the one on fox hollow is a 3 bed, like this one, but it's farther away from where i have everything concentrated. i.e school, work and chris' house. BUT it is closer to the mall and movies which is cool
ok, well, im going to go put my clothes in the dryer and bleach my whites because i just realized how nasty my new wifebeaters are after washing them with my new clothes.
peace nuccas.
-Christi B