Dear Jessica (yes, you)

I am returning to my blog for about two minutes to say this: Jessica Teng is completely ridiculous and gmail is the sexiest thing ever. If she got a gmail and actually used it, for goodness sake, she would know that the google interface works way better than whatever hotmail claims to be. Additionally, only old ladies who forgot that email has moved on from aol use hotmail, and sexy teens (plus the general population) use gmail. Gmail is sleek, polished and crisp; hotmail, aol, Yahoo, and all the mierda-mail* are just glitchy, outdated and boring.

*only people who go to Spanish camp (me) or people who speak Spanish (hot, sexy, and generally awesome people) would get this hilarious joke. The rest of my 4 readers can use google translate.

Much love,
Pili (:

P.s. I think you can tell I'm a Mac person just by the pure passion and stubbornness of this post. I am not ashamed.

P.p.s. I still love you, Jess, but really, come to gmail.  We (Catia and I) need you.

Not to make this dramatic, but..

...I dunno if I'll keep blogging, kiddies. I've attained a journal and spend a good chunk of my nights writing in it. This was basically a journal for myself in all honesty, and I'm not at all proud of really anything that I've posted. That sounds a bit depressing... Woops. Anywho, I really want worthwhile things to keep forever in my journal, and I write completely from the heart there, while on here I censor myself because the internet is big and people have access to everything nowadays. Also, getting on here and writing something that I think people will enjoy is a lot of work for some strange reason. I mean, I know you guys will be supportive even if I write the stupidest post ever about how I think iphones are cool because you can't hear when I'm texting and how I eat pears all day. I just feel like in a journal the only one judging it will be my future self who is going to be crazy awesome and old and stuff.

So, follower people who probably don't even read this, I bid you farewell for now. Maybe at some point I will have a weird urge to blog, but I'm not exactly feeling it now. I haven't even been reading most blogs that I used to LOVE. So this could just be a phase. I don't think I'll really be blogging though, to be honest.

Now that I have made like 17 circles of thought, byebye!

Whee blogging is fun!

This is going to be a veryveryvery short post, but I got the most fantastic gift evereverever from a friend today and I am happyhappyhappy! She made me this journal with my name on it and all scrapbooked and adorable. There are RHINESTONES. RHINESTONES. I know rhinestones are sometimes thought to not be that awesome, but they are. I would show you a picture, but it has my name on it. Anyway, I am very happy. I plan to use this lovely piece of lovely as a Junior year journal. Cute alliteration, I know. Thanks. Anyway. That's it.

I also got to voicechat the Tiakon today. She makes me happy. The end.

Oh, also. 5 more days of school left. 7 days until summer.

WHEEEEEEEE! Here I go!

I hope that you see right through my walls

That title right up there holds the 9 truest words ever. Isn't everyone hiding behind some sort of wall, but in reality, they just want to be seen and to be heard? Me thinks so. Even those who are so perfectly content with themselves and how they are still have a thin blanket in front of who they really are. Christina Perri gets me, guys. SHE GETS ME. 

Anyway, I've been listening to Arms by Christina Perri for about 3 days now. Nonstop. And I'm still not tired of it. Something about her voice and the lyrics speak to me. Like, they really speak to me. Even though I feel like someone who is comfortable with myself, there are always times when someone asks me how I'm doing and I say "Great!" or "Awesome! Yourself?" and I'm actually feeling absolutely terrible and in reality I just want to curl up in a ball and melt. I want people to see through that, to ask again how I'm really doing. Hardly anyone ever does though. Which I guess I should be fine with, seeing as I did lie to them by saying I was okay. I just want people to know me well enough to be like "No darling, you aren't great. You're bluffing, and I know it. Tell me what is really going on."

There are 6 days of school left and I cannot believe it. I'm afraid that I'll lose friendships over the summer because I will be gone so much, but I'm also kind of excited to start off new and fresh next year.. Not that I want summer to be shorter or anything. I've been noticing people's personalities changing a lot recently, and it bothers me. Like, what are they going to be like when I get back from summer!? I talked to a friend about it, and she said she felt the same way about the same people, so at least someone gets me. 

Alright, I think that's enough for now. See all of you after finals. You rock. 

AND GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG. Seriously. You won't regret it.

Jessica, I don't know if you can access the tubes, but, if not, I'll send you a recording. I would go to such lengths. It's just that good.

"I hope that you catch me, cause I'm already falling" is also a fabulous working of Christina Perri's lyrical genius.

Gabi is looking out for this post, and here it is. Feel special, Gabs.

I've never called her "Gabs" before. (Hey gabi, I'm not talking about you behind your back)

Anyway, let's do this survey. Hard.

EDIT:Upon finishing this piece of turd, I realize that I was quite angsty. Sorry 'bout that.

Name?
I don't have a name. Well, not one for little internet creeps to know. If you are a good creep, you probably already know anyway.

Is your name on Blogger your name in real life? If not, what letter does your real name start with?
Uhm, no. Although I think Nala would be the best name ever, other than my real one, which starts with the same letter as Thailand.


Astrological sign?
Wait, people are supposed to know that? I think I'm Cancer. For a long time I thought I was a Gemini, but alas, I am not, and it depresses me.

If there was a huge 'Blogspot Get-Together' where all bloggers were meant to come together and meet in real-life, would you go?
Maybe. Depends. There are quite a few bloggers I would like to meet, but there are also a billion who I don't know. So, if I could just meet the ones I know, that would be cool. If I have to awkwardly sit with people I don't know, I wouldn't attend such a function.


Have you ever rejected someone?
Once. It was seventh grade. It was a good move.

If so, was it harshly?  
Probably. I don't remember my wording. I just remember I felt mean and uncomfortable afterwords.

Did they cry?
No... At least not in my presence.

Have you ever tried a cigarette?
Oh goodness no. Cigarettes are quite possibly the number one grossest things ever. And they kill everyone, not just the smoker. I hate cigarettes.

Have you ever been high? If so, on what?
I've been high on life. That's it. No drugs for this kid.


What are six things you find attractive when in the opposite gender?
SIX?! You know, I watched the psychology seminar, and it was about how if someone has to name too many good things about a person, they will actually end up liking said person less. For example, Group A was asked to name 3 awesome traits about the person most special to them, and Group B was asked to name 10 awesome traits about the person who was most special to them. After the lists were compiled, both groups A and B had to rate how much they loved the person on a scale of 1-10. 1 being "eww, you're smelly and gross and a terrible excuse for a person" and 10 being "can we marry tomorrow?". Group A ranked their loves significantly higher than Group B. 

So I might not put 6 things. 
I like abdominal muscles. 
I like someone who knows how to talk. 
I like someone who is adventurous.
I like someone who is intelligent, maybe a little more than me. 

Yep, you only get 4. Sorry bud.

What are five things you find extremely unattractive in the opposite gender?
Fake people. People who don't talk. People who are closed-minded.


Answer only if you have a sibling: If your sibling wasn't your sibling, do you think you'd ever find him/her attractive and go out with him/her?
I refuse to answer that. That is gross.
 
Would you ever eat a caterpillar?
No. I don't like these questions. Go away.

If yes, why?
I don't have to answer this.

If no, why?
GO AWAY, SURVEY MAKER. (I'm vegetarian, and caterpillar sounds icky)
 
Would you rather kiss a random stranger on the street of the opposite gender or tickle a random stranger on the street of the opposite gender?
This is so strange. I don't touch strangers. The end.

Would you rather throw up on stage or fart on stage?
You can't hide vomit. You can hide farts. The end.

Would you ever sneak out of the house at night?
Yes. I would. Not to do something illegal, but just for fun. Randomly.
 
Do you think this survey was weird?
I want to kill this survey. I don't care if I didn't answer your petty question. Angstangstangst.
 
Did you find it enjoyable?
No. Get out of my hair.


Which five bloggers will you be tagging to take this survey as well?
I won't make anyone do it. But if you want to, go for it. I'll love you and give you tons of cool points. (:

Well isn't this a rarity? Me posting twice in two days! WHOO!

I'm posting because I AM SO FLIPPIN' EXCITED FOR SUMMER CAMP.

I'm going to an spanish immersion camp for 2 weeks, and AH! I am so excited. My thoughts are not coherent, so don't judge me. Actually, do judge me, I don't really care.

Anywho, camp is a couple of months away, but I feel like it is just around the corner. It'll be in the woods over the summer, and I hate bugs with all of my being, but luckily the places I will be they have cleared so there should be less. Usually in a situation like this I would be super nervous and awkward and scared to go somewhere where I know no one, but I'm actually really excited. I'm not afraid I won't make friends at all. I mean, how could I live with these people for two whole weeks and not talk to them?

Also, the camp is beauuuuutiful. Really, really pretty.

Most importantly, I love spanish more than life itself. A lot of people say they hate it because they are lazy and obnoxious. I love it because it is beautiful and so eloquent and because when I speak it I don't even realize that it isn't my first, or even second language. Being my third language I would think I would be like "EW, LANGUAGE. GET OFF ME". But I adore it. I am so bloody excited to be with people who feel the same way, and who aren't 50 year old teachers.

Plus, I'm going to a few Spanish speaking cruises later on in the summer after camp, and I'm going to be such a pro at speaking with the locals. That's pretty exciting. I mean, my dad already is fluent, so he could talk for me if I blank, but I totally won't blank.

If you actually followed this, props to you. I'm such a better writer than comes through on my blog. It's a bit frustrating, but these are basically my thoughts pouring from my brain to the keyboard. Yay.

--nala

PS. I also get to eat food from spanish speaking countries the WHOLE TIME. And...they are going to make all vegetarian meals for me. Now isn't that considerate? I think sooo.

Hello again.

I'm horribly sorry for not posting in weeks, but I know nearly no one reads this so I don't feel bad. Woops.

In the news: The last day for my student teacher was today. She made us cookies, and apparently it was the first time she had ever baked.. It was awkward. She came to class and was like "Ugh I made you guys cookies last night." I was surprised that she wasn't happy about making the cookies, if I were her, I would be like "YAY I GOT TO BAKE SUGARY TREATS!". So I asked her if she had fun and she said that it wasn't a good experience. Later on in class we were about to pass them out, and she was like "Did you know that cookies are bad for you? I thought they just had flour and water, but oh no! They have so much sugar and butter!"

...

Yes, I am being completely serious. None of that was exaggerated an ounce. I feel like I should mention that my teacher is a bit overweight, not obese or anything, but she is a bit plump. And now I understand why. She has no idea what is in her food. Heck, if I thought all was in cookies was flour and water, I would eat them for every single meal and not feel bad at all.

Anyway, these cookies were WEIRD LOOKING. They were really thick with a diameter of, oh, an inch and a half. So, pretty small for a cookie, but really thick. It was strange. They tasted... interesting, as a classmate put it when my student teacher asked for an opinion. Then our teacher told us that they might taste a bit different because... wait for it.............. they had wheat flour in them. SCANDAL! Ha, I kid. A bunch of people thought she said that they had "weed flour" in them. I laughed. Only my class would say that to a teacher.

Our class often makes drug references. Usually I wouldn't think it was funny, but my class is comprised of pretty much zero druggies, which is amazing because my school has lots of high people everyday. So on 4/20 we brought brownies and people joked that they were pot brownies, which they most definitely WERE NOT. I love the people in that class.

4/20 is a weird holiday. The smart ones among you are probably like "OH! HITLER'S BIRTHDAY!". If you think that, you probably have not been inducted into the high school life of an American. 4/20 is the day where a bunch of people are high and smoke marijuana in the bathroom. It's gross, but the thing I hate the most is that I can't always tell when someone is high. Like, if I'm going to be around someone whose brain isn't at a normal state, I would like to know so that I can be aware and such. Drunk people are so much easier to spot.


Nothing else of excitement has happened.. There are 12 class periods left until finals. Hoo boy. There are 4 until AP tests. I am not prepared. Oh well.