boys.boys.boys.

Well I'm not too bummed about not having a date for prom. The thing that just bugged me, is that other people are making too big of a deal about it. Shout out to my homies from Killarney Sec. but, JUST BECAUSE I DONT HAVE ADATE DOESN'T MEAN THAT Y'ALL HAVE TO PITY ME AND ASK ME TO MY PROM. I really appreciate it. It's just that so many things are happening right now, that I don't have time for that stuff. To be honest, there was one person in my mind that I wanted to ask me to prom, but I won't name that guy here. It's kind of impossible.

I don't want to tell stories in this stupid blog, coz I know people follow it, and I get kind of self-conscious and scared of what people might think about me.

Yes. I'm one of those people who are shallow ,hypocritical, a total asshole, and cares about what people might think of me. It's scary out there, and I'm insecure.

I thought that maybe having a boyfriend, might get rid of those insecurities and help me be more open about heavy AND sad feelings that no one else knows about. It didn't work. And I feel even worse, because I have the worse motives for attaining a 'significant other'.

I totally know that I can always talk to my friends. But Do I go to them for these kind of stuff? No. Only sometimes, when I start to "smell fishy" and they start asking questions.

Btw. I just love how my friends just know when something's up. Or if I'm just not in the mood. I'm pretty good at masking my feelings, my sadness, my anger. But not from them. It's weird, but it's good. I love them forever, and I would do anything for them. Might not be EVERYTHING, but I try my best. They're the ones that push me to be better at my worst, AND they're there when I AM at my worst. Shout out to the special people that DIDN'T make my life "a cake walk" and trust me, that's a good thing. You would not want to be with me when I'm bored. I'll just sleep. (sorry Alyssa Moreno LOL). I LOVE MY FRIENDS.who doesn't?

to do list/rant:

So in a few minutes, I'd be heading out to go to Surrey Central to get my CAVEMEN eyebrows done, then will be looking around for a hair parlor to do my hair. FUDGE. I hate last minutes stuff. But I seem only do last minute stuff. oh lord help me please.

Plus I have tons of hw, I can't possibly still be concerned about boyfriends/ potential boyfriends/ male acquaintances. I won't name names. But I hate it when guys just act like guys. I effing hate it.

I know the saying that girls are attracted to assholes, but not me. I get attracted to the nicest guys ever. Even if they're weird. Although I have liked/dated assholes before,

it's very likely that if you are nice to me, I'm

prone to like you, and once I get to know you better, I'm either going to be one of your most awesome-est friends or going to be someone crushing on you. Best part is, you don't have to worry about me getting hurt if you don't like me back, I might care just a little, but I'm cool,I can take hints and all. In addition, I don't confuse niceness. If you're nice, your nice. Period. I won't mistake it for something else. Only hopeful, desparate little girls do that. Not me. I don't need a boyfriend.

It's prom tomorrow. And I'm still kind of bummed that I don't have a date. However, I don't need a corsage to make my night memorable. I'd rather spend it with my girls/boys, who I truly think deserves me to be happy at one of the most exciting/stressful nights. I love y'alls. You know who you are.

baby by me.

So, I have 4 minutes left before I have to go to school, and I'm really rushing to just put this up on here or on facebook. But this vid is really sad and all. omg. I love this vid, 50 cent's not my thing, but this one's an exception. Will write more later in the aft. :) peace out home dogs

ps. the girl is kelly rowland. she's gorgeous.

worst continuation emerging.

Left the house and off to work after last blog.

Still wondering what a blog is.

Having the sudden urge, oh the rush feels so good.

It's like the police is after you, but worst. It's like getting beaten, but worst.

It's like butterflies in your stomach but worst.

It's like having drugs or chocolate, BUT WORST.

It's always worst.

Oh my Lord, what have I done! Misery. Catastrophe.

I didn't go to work today. Apparently Maria wasn't even supposed to work. Yet I got called in the day before. It's okay, I understand and I was lenient. So I thought I'd go home.

But I figured it would be best to stay and look around to find something cute for SUMMER.

This stimulated the release of a SHOPPING hormone, that practically drove my sanity aside.

Basically, I went fucking crazy with shopping today. And it felt good. YET afterwards, I feel like SHIT! Oh, I went from store to store, getting all sorts of different shit. My debit card is pretty much scratched.

3/4 of my hard earned pay cheque.. actually more like 6/8 of my pay cheque was spent on clothes, and nothing but the clothes. One wasn't even for Summer. It was a $40 dollar leather jacket with my employee discount in it.

My day went "down the drain" today. Maybe it was because Tanin didn't text me back. I mean I truly don't expect him to text me back "24/7", but I'm still worried about that thing, and he wouldn't give me closure/assurance. So I get fidgety and nervous. Now that I've released all that tension, it felt good. I can tell this is only the beginning. I spent over $100-150 today. Merely on clothes. Oh my God please help me.

If cocaine was for drug addicts, chocolate for fatties/emos/people, SHOPPING was for me.

Shoot me now.

Peace out home dogs. Urinate. Uoooorinate. Youtube: Fred

I think I will go to confession. This has got to stop.

Lord Help me please.

I'm done with all that shit. But I feel something, uneasiness, when I text Tanin. I feel like I'm getting caught off guard again and letting loose. Can't let that happen. Won't go shopping again. Gotta stop texting him. I'm on top of this, I won't get hurt again.

People use alcohol, drugs, cutting to relieve them of stress. It's all so typical. So is shopping. And I hate that this is what I'm using to 'escape'. Imma be broke yo.

Jogging & Work out @ 6am.

8am-whenever : HOMEWORK!!& work?(fuck that shit)

Ps. I rock avs better than her, things won't/ never did work out with us.

Ange

things to talk about. What is a blog?

meh.

waka-waka-waka. You know what's so entertaining? Google Pacman. It made the top 5 of my most random occurence for today. It's next to : a fly flying onto my aviators, caught using my cellphone (first time EVER), and day dreaming of how a real hippo looks like on my way home. Weird. I always thought they were purple.

My day's not over yet, so there's still more room for random moments/events to occur. I'm filling in for Maria because she got into a car accident; and the oh so kind person that I am, I can't refuse her. Actually I can't refuse anyone. Except for when it would piss me off. It reminds me of the quote that Ms. Farquhar said in Bio class, "I don't know how to say a word that starts with an "N" and ends with an "O" "... you get it? No. (that was the word)

Anyhow. Some people treat this as their own personal diary and random people that may have the same interests or random blog and follow the person and read on about their life.

I'm actually really greatful that no one really looks into MY blog, except those special people that I've told. Plus, people pour their emotional stress and rant about their days, their deepest feelings that no one would ever know, hide their true self by telling people their blog expecting that people would read them. So my question arises. What is a blog?

Nyeh. I can't find things to talk about, except about things that happen in my day. I can rant and rant and describe and pour out everything I feel about today, and recent events; but is that what makes a blog?

*Sigh*. If I look it up on google. I'll be distracted by pacman, then i'd have to play it for hours and hours, getting nothing accomplished.

Cheerios.

Ange

Oh shoppers. I would love to just machine gun you all.

Bonjour.

Ilove French. Not 'that' French, you goofs. But French as in the language French :)

And for my first act, I will juggle a bunch of cheap maul of clothes, while trying to help retarded browsers where the stupid leggings are. Seriously, they're not that hard to find. They're in front of the fricking store for heaven's sakes. Yeah, and for those of you shoppers who can't find the stupid trash can, yeah.. it's outside the store; we're not really a convenient garbage disposal because you people can't walk 5 feet across the freaking store! Do they belong in the fitting room? ABSOLUTELY, if you want to get mangled by me in the neck, then get thrown in a rice sack, kicked until your guts fall out and buried (you best hope you're dead) in a grass field, and get eaten by earthworms.

Next to my pet peeves of tying shoe laces, are STUPID PEOPLE. Specifically, SHOPPING stupid people. Even more to the point. CLOTHES shopping stupid people. And it doesn't really help that I work in a cheap ass clothing warehouse, trying to keep an eye out for shoplifters because we can't afford a better security system, helping people who can't browse for themselves (because once you leave them alone, you're basically condemning your neat,clean, and organized pile of clothes to ...yes i'll say it.. HELL), putting out stocks so they can be messed up again, getting paid $9.25/h and working for less than 5 hours. That's why I'm always in a happy mood :).

You see why a 5"2 Asian girl can tackle 5"5-6"0 big ass White girls in the lovely game of rugby.

Which by the way I will give some props to, GUILDFORD PARK GIRLS RUGBY, it was an awesome season; hope to get my coaching licence this Summer and coach you wondergirls next year to DOMINATE the league. Hope to make it in AAAA League (AT LEAST).

OH, I'm just getting warmed up.

I bought this bizarre and creepy looking necklace that resembled an owl, that deeply attracted me, thus I GAWT IT :) It's up there, along with my new AVIATORS. Did you know that they're called aviators because pilots wear them? Oh amusement.

I'm was a shopaholic, I'm in rehab atm, BUT, I'm not a messy shop-a-holic.

To the people who : -tried their best not to mess up any piles

-asked for help when they didn't want to mess up any piles

-tried on clothes and gave them to me

-ACTUALLY BOUGHT SOMETHING

I appreciate it. Made my time there worthwhile. NOT. but still, I'm kind of greatful.

To the people who: -can't read signs (a rant about that later) with the exceptions of blind people

-thinks they can leave a sprite bottle in the fitting room

-messed up my newly put out stock

-tries on a bunch of clothes that they don't want to get

-DISSES STITCHES yet you're fucking shopping here

Hate to y'all.Watch your back, yes, that's a threat (you're not worth my time so I won't promise) and wear better perfumes.

RANT MENTIONED EARLIER:

Yes people who can't read signs. Where do I begin? Oh let's start from this lovely shift I had at work. Two highschool brown girls come into our lovely cheap and attracting store of Stitches, and into my fitting room section (the whole back section). "Hey guys, finding everything okay so far?" I said. "Yeah, thanks", replied girl#1. I went into the back to get more stocks to put out because we want our back room cleaned up and spiffy (oh it was *smiles*). My mouth drops in awe as I witness my clean and maintained yoga pants massacred in less than two minutes. I immediately ran to them and asked/yelled "WHAT SIZE ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?!". "Small?" girl #2 answers.

Kay. I pointed. THERE WAS A HUGE FUCKING SIGN SAYING "NO MORE SMALLS/MEDIUMS, SOLD OUT". I falsely smiled at them saying it was okay as they apologized. Oh how much I wanted to MURDER these girls. I mean can't you read? You come in here all G'd up with your fake coach purses and nose piercings along with the rest of your family, dissing the clothes of the store while trying on clothes from the store. I HATE racists. I'm a hypocrite. I don't know what it is.. but brown people are just naturally messy shoppers...IN STITCHES. They wouldn't fucking do this in Le Château, you know why, because the cheapest thing they have there is worth at least $50. Ours, $5. The tank tops that can never be found clean. EVER.

And since I'm on the rant about people not being able to see, I think this fits into the topic.

There's a fine line between funny and inconsiderate.

This afternoon, a blind guy goes into the bus and sits. These two lesbian looking pair of old hags, snickers among themselves about the blind guy sitting across from them. I was beside the blind guy. Now I'm the type of person that can be compared to Jason Two-two. I'm angel three-three. Yeah You gotta repeat what you say coz I CAN'T HEAR YOU. I listen to music at it's max because it's the only way I can hear it. YEAH. SO I'm pretty sure that this blind guy can hear way better than I can. They were saying things like "oh that'd be a great experience for you, he might put it in the wrong hole... heehehe". IF I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU, DON'T YOU THINK HE'LL BE ABLE TO HEAR YOU BETTER?Dumbasses. oh the disgust I feel for these jerkfaces. Sadly, the guy just gets off the bus at Surrey Central with an awkward smile. It made me feel horrible. Horrible because one, he just got discriminated and hurt, second, because I didn't stand up (I GLARED THOUGH, and COUGHED AND SHOOK MY HEAD AT THEM) and do something about this bullying. It hurts. SO PEOPLE: If you've got nothing good to say, then don't say it." Keep you're mindless comments to yourselves or I'll gush your eye out of your fucking face." -the quote in my head that I wanted to tell the fags.

*EXHALE*

Ps. I look hot in avs ;)

Ange

a lovely day

wasn't it just lovely today?

I mean, the sun's not out, it's pouring, I'm hungry, and hyper.

A little adventure last night, gave me an 'adventure rush', and now I feel like a couch potato watching wizards of waverly places. How lovely.

School. Highschool, I will miss. I had such a lovely day today, I can't begin to express it. Maybe I can start from Bio class. Texting Tanin was swell, but it was not the texting that was making me smile. It was the cute-curiosity face of Mmeoiselle Légume. Oui Oui, she thought I was making lovey -dovey text to my friend LOL. It started my lovely day pretty nicely, while learning about the our lovely excretory system.

I glare lovingly at my lavander purple nailpolish, and then I knew. This day was going to be lovely.

French. Kurmal forgot to bring food for café conversation, MAIS, the class had a lovely discussion about legal ages and age of rights in BC, and in Canada. I sneered at the silly fact. Laughed a little inside. Then dazed into a lovely mirage. Oh the irony. If you don't get it, too bad.

Lunch.. didn't have any. However, I lovingly spent my time on Dumo's computer and played some big 2 with great friends. like we always do. My lovely gr. 8 girls afterwards had a volleyball play day. Oh it was so fun. It was expected that Sasha's team would dominate, but with a little luck and hardwork, it was Destiny's team that got to sit on the bench and watch the other girls clean up the courts. Frivolous.

In my spare, I took my leave and ate at 7-11 and came back with cheesecake. I didn't like it, but the company was lovely.

Oh what a lovely day.

NAAAT! i joke.

Ps. 'Chicken Nut Breed'.. ask Sharmaine, Ella, or Lea if you're curious to know ;) trust me. It is hysterical!

numero uno.

Jibber-Jabber wada wada.

It is "hello dear world" in my language.

Woot! First entry. I came to the knowledge that it was not required for you to sign up to blogger to be able to view another's blog. You simply must know their web address. Thank you Ms. Linda Nguyen.

With the several blogs that I've viewed on this site, most of them started out similarly like how I did. Being ill-informed about how a blog should come to be. And honestly it's almost too fishy. Acting dumb to get followers. Bwahaha. Oh laughter.

While watching 90210, I'm have made this wonderful entry to assure my dear friends that I'm not being emo and that this blog was strictly made to view GULAY'S blog (which I forgot).

I saw some emo-ized blogs and I think my GRAFF template is pretty cool. It's very original.. from google. Noodle.. (a random word that I found amusing and coincidently rhymed with google).

Anyways, rest assured that I'm not depressed, just stressed (it rhymes! oh the amusement I am having). Yes. I'm not lame and my friends don't love me. But hey, we all gotta lie to ourselves sometimes to make us feel better. I recommend watching DEXTER, because Claire is 'going nuts' just watching the horrific television show. I must admit however, the character of Dexter is very cunning and oddly attractive, even if he's merely a moving image behind a flat screen; he's very irresistable and did I mention is odd lust for blood?

I had a great time. Goober-Shiwa Nom Nom. "Until next time..nom nom.."

Ps. I haven't the want for chocolate for a while, it will break in 3..2..1...*

Cheers,

Angel