prettiness

I think all my friends can agree when I say this, A BREAK IS NEEDED! Senior year should not be difficult at all, but here I am stressing about AP Lit/pre-cal, college applications, senior papers, multicultural, work, HEROES and what not. Sighs. Listening to Samson makes me happy no matter I cruddy I feel. Her lyrics are so sincere and she seems a lot in love. Feeling her happiness makes me happy. Regina Spektor makes Michelle Yoon happy (if anyone got me her album for Christmas I would love you forever!!!). Although, there was something that made me smile like there is no tomorrow.
My friend gave me a stuffed doll of Herpes. No joke. This doll is shaped like the Herpes virus. It is super repulsive and appalling, but it is so cute. ha. So really the things that make me happy in life are pretty songs like Samson, and stuffed STDs.

goodness me

It has been quite awhile, hasn't it. H-wile. Anyways, today's rant is going to be about spelling. Just when I typed awhile, I don't really know if it's supposed to be "awhile" or "a while". But who really gives a crap? I don't. As long as people understand what I am saying, what does it really matter?

1) 'I' before 'E' except after 'C'
Whoever made this rule up should seriously go kick themselves in the crotch. WHAT THE CONFUCIUS?! Really? Teaching this to children is just cruel. Can you just remember what it was like sitting at your tiny ass desk spelling some words to practice this sacred rule. Oh, how frustrated you would get when you spelled receipt as "reciept". It is the same word, is it not? Then why all the fuss about the 'I-E' rule? People don't even notice the spelling error half the time. I've spelled receipt as "reciept" plenty of times, but no one noticed (unless they are spelling nazis, that's when they get all "'I' before 'E' except after 'C' on your ass). And then we discover that there is more to this rule. I don't remember the rhyme but it had something to do with neighbor and weigh. Now both neighbor and weigh are not spelled with a 'C' and yet, the 'E' is before the 'I'. What the Ho Chi Minh? That completely went against the rule of the "C's" WHY ENGLISH WHY???

2) Plurals
Go back to your younger years and reminisce. Your second grade teacher is going to now give you a lesson on plurals. Simple right? The plural of box is boxes. The plural of dish is dishes. The plural of goose is geese. At this point you're feeling pretty good about yourself. You answered all the questions correctly, but then comes the unthinkable. The plural for moose is mooses. WRONG. You start to panic. The plural of fish is fishes. WRONG! Why am I so wrong? Freaking the plural for moose is MOOSE and the plural for fish is FISH. NOTHING CHANGES! Why does nothing change? Just when I thought spelling was on my side, BAM, it becomes my foe once more. How irritating would that be as a kid? You sweetly answer the teacher's stupid questions about plurals and then all of the sudden a word pops out that is both a singular and a plural. Once again, WHY ENGLISH, WHY?

Agh spelling, you once again beat me to the ground like the bitch you are. CURSE YOU SPELLING!

happiness in a jar

I think everyone can agree with this. We all need to see, hear, ect. something that would make us smile like a child. Especially with this year, my friends and I want to beat each other and what not, but all we need is a little something that will make are lips curl upwards into a delightful smile.

This song is so sweet and mellow and that gentle giant is like happiness in a jar. Songs like this are what people really need. When one is having a really bad day, just listen to a simple song that makes your heart smile. That's what I do. Everyday I listen to a song that just makes me smile, no matter how upset I am because, frankly, I refuse to let sadness dictate the rest of my high school career. I am going to have fun because I deserve it. Happy music reminds me that my goal this year is to actually enjoy my life and enjoy the presence of others because I have the right to.

I was discussing with the lovely empressck and we were discussing all of the little things we wanted to get done before our graduation. We wanted to do those little things with our friends that will make all the difference in the world. For example, we want to make a three-course meal together, we want to go trick-or-treating, ect. Such trivial things will make us so much closer and this is all we need. This song reminds me to be happy and to be happy with my friends. Let's have fun. That's all I ask for.

anatomy of a robot

I feel like the "great" Christopher Columbus. Minus the fact that my discovery was actually what I was searching for opposed to good old Chris who just sailed to a random ass continent. Today I discovered this underground korean band called Dear Cloud. I was somewhat skeptical, however, their music really makes me feel like I'm floating above the clouds. The smooth, peaceful melodies really put my mind and body to rest.

"the ice fortress of which i walk upon
thankfully made me forget
grasping the path of whom i become
being held by your warmth
this is the winter path i chose

i was in the center of winter
letting courage take my place
your beauty is cruel
you left my eternal love for you
coldly pushing me away
...
the words i can't speak
when my heart is sad"
i think everyone can relate to those words whether they like it or not. that congested feeling that you can't escape because of the burden of your emotions. why can't we all be robots? i like robots. they're fun to draw. really, if we were all robots we would not have to suffer through regular human hardships. no love, no war, just complex simplicity if that makes any sense. the makings of a robot are complex, but the intent of a robot is simple. of course there are also negative results from everyone being a robot. robots need love too. naturally this thought of mine is completely irrational and i'm digressing from the real point of this blog.

Dear Cloud, i appreciate your music. and i also appreciate that your music inspires me to think about robots.

them young kids

Well I am a little bit late on this, but this past friday was the best day of my life. Here are the reasons.

1) Friday was senior BBQ and because I'm a senior (woot woot) I of course attended and had a blast. There was not so great, free food, free drinks and free popcorn. But the best part were taking pictures and the inflatable playgrounds, or rides, or whatever they are. Some friends decided to not join me in my need to play on the jumpy thingys, but none of us objected to taking pictures.








Now there isn't really much to say about senior BBQ, except that it was fun. Also, everyone was in a pelvic thrusting frenzy.

2)Peter, Tyler, Brandon and Maggie came over after the BBQ. I had to play nurse and fix Tyler who was bleeding while Peter takes off his shirt because it was too hot. Now I am not one to complain about guys taking off their shirts, but it is just weird when your white friend takes his shirt off in an ASIAN household. Tyler realizing that Peter's inappropriateness made me squirm decided to take his shirt off as well. I was uncomfortable because they were my friends and because their bodies were so hot, that I had to stare. Then the boys left to do some sportsy stuff and Maggie and I decided to watch the Lion King. I love that movie, but I fell asleep throughout the whole entire thing.

3) My friends and I decided to attend the first home football game of the year. Of course we lost, but that is not the point. My awesome Mexidorean friend, Karina, and I were thirsty and left to go purchase a soda. While we were waiting in line, this little White kid started talking to us. His first question to Karina was "How old are you?" Whoa this kid moves fast doesn't he? Karina answered to play along with his games. He kept asking us questions like what grade we were in, what are classes were and telling us how Butler Elementary food was nasty compared to Smedberg food. During this time we found out his name was Patrick and he was in seventh grade. Basically a seventh grader was hitting on us and was extremely straightforward. It was super cute and in the end he said that it was cool Sheldon girls were talking to him.

love/hate

My computer and I have a love/hate relationship. Well if anything, we have a one-sided love/hate relationship.

Two weeks ago the blue screen of death came to visit me and a very tech savvy geek took my computer away to fix it. Of course only my computer would do that to me because it hates me. I hated my computer (aka daniel or nigel. I never really settled on a name) for two weeks straight. I got daniel/nigel back yesterday and I had really high hopes that I would be a indestructible pc user in 24 hours. I had such love for daniel/nigel, but obviously I was not loved back. Apparently, daniel/nigel hates me and is being all ridiculous. The monitor settings aren't being the way I want them to be, I can't download any programs, and I HAVE NO ITUNES! I think I need to purchase a pocket asian who can jazz up my computer in an instant.

By the way, for your information I am watching the republican convention and I saw two black people. I thought the blogspot nation should know.

do i look like a truck driver?

My father.

Once again I emphasize this one fact. MY FATHER NEEDS HIS OWN BLOGSPOT.
Another ridiculous, father thing happened today.

I'm sitting in front my dad's computer, surfing the internet and what not and my father calls me.

"YOON SORA!"
Now whenever he yells my name, he doesn't just yell it. He screams my name out like he is about to battle the communists himself. So, I'm thinking, "What the hell did I do this time?"
"YOON SORA! Come out here."
"Yes, Appa?"
"Grab your driver's license and come to the garage."
"Ummmm, okay." So, I did as he said and went to the garage to find is gross truck in front of me. I honestly had a thought bubble coming out of my head filled with "..."
"Here." My dad shoved his car keys in my face.
"Appa, why the hell do I need to drive your truck?"
"Because I'm going to Korea for a week and-"
"Hold up, you're going to Korea for a week and I just find this out? Am I your daughter or am I your daughter?"
"I thought Umma told you already."
"Apparently no one tells me anything anymore. Damn I'm pissed."
"Whatever, start driving the truck."
"Why? I have a perfectly normal car."
"Let Umma drive the civic to work so she can save gas."
"I still don't get the truck thing."
"Just get in the damn car!" This is where I pick up my language. I got in his death trap of a car and I seriously was confused as hell. Everything was all out of place and so, manual! The gear changer thingy was on the wheel and the windows had to be rolled down by using a turny thingy and oh my goodness it was all sorts of wrong. I didn't even attempt to drive the truck.

Now what I don't understand is that we have another car. A 4-runner, but my dad absolutely insisted that I drive is beaten up truck. I must be a bad driver, then again I learn from him.