Okay fine, I got carried away yesterday. I realized how fooking long my posts are. I don't know it was my first post okay - and i just talk a lot to begin with. I type as fast as i talk/think. Shoot. Scary. But, you know, this blogging is a new thing. It's like when you get a new cellphone and within the first ten minutes you try to figure out every single feature. It's the same for me with the blog thingy. So shut up. Damn Chris, he would be the one to point it out. Hehehe, for thaaaaat I have to point out a little incident during the assembly today.
Speaker: What is the number one cause for accidents?
Who else: CHRIIIIIS!
I found it funny, shut up.
On a brighter note, as I rambled and rambled yesterday - i forgot to mention something.
It was Andrew's - Andrew Mark Bautista's Birthday.
You can now go to strip clubs and go to 18A movies that we go to regardless.
I don't know what is too special about 18, for guys atleast. For girls it's like super-de-duperty awesome.
Yes, I'm excited for my 'debut'. I would post my cotillion & candles & roses, however alot can happen in 7 months, and it would be bast/arms/dry/OUSHIT if it was edited throughout that time frame.
Okay back to MHF4U - Advanced Functions. YAY!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Now that I sucked YOU in.
Now that you're interested. I'm deciding to bore you and tell you what I did today.
I just thought I'd throw that in. I don't know it's another play on words. I like it even though it doesn't go with my lifestyle well, my plans are made throughout, so I don't know if that's really a plan. Anyways, I don't know where I picked that up, but it just reminded me of Nas. My beautiful Nas, I had a grade 10 phase and now it's back - again - courtesy of the three-notso-geniusminds. Anyways, that was a side note, side being the oprative word. If I don't stop now then I might end up writing another novel. Who am I kidding? I'm going to end up doing that anyways. And here we go.
So, what did I do today?
Mother dearest woke me up at 6:34am, but of course I didn't get up to take a shower until, hm, 7:13amish. And as I almost fell asleep taking a shower I realized I didn't do my Drama essay, that was due last class which I skipped. So, now did I not only have to think of an excuse for my essay, but I had to think of an excuse for my absence. Alyssa, you just go right through the system. So, I made it through the blizzard and the over-packed bus only to get to school to find out that my first period Bio teacher was absent. I could have probably slept till 8:13amish in that case, grr. And who else would I see but Stephanie Benic wandering in the hall ways with a night school form, attempting to convince the guidance consellors to let her drop english, good luck with that. Of course I waited with her in the guidance office for half-an-hour for a grade nine complaining about their courses and marks to get outta Ms. Davis' office. Dude, you're in grade nine, there are grade twelves out here that are making decisions of their life. You have three years to straighten out, don't start crying about a 3/5 mark on a colouring assignment. Shoot, grade nine should be a breeze anyways. Okay, that was ignorant and closed-minded, I'm sure this niner had something legit to complain about. Ugh, I just hate waiting. Ironically enough, I hate waiting yet, I'm always late - and I keep people waiting. So when I finally made my way to my first period class with 20 minutes remaining I did absolutely nothing productive. The story of the bio class. BUZZZZZ - yeah it's a buzz not a bell, werid. Next period: Chemistry with the greeeeeeatest teacher ever ever. Mr. Tos. His lesson on the Heat summation of changing enthalpies went by quick, oh how I love science. Everything just WORKS I wish I could say the same for men, but that's a whole different blog. Shoot. BUZZZZZ - dun dun . . . drama class. Okay, Alyssa loaft.. loaft - should you go to class? And indeeed I did. Too bad Saul doesn't know how to read lips - cause as I try to signal to him asking if it was okay to go to class he opens the door. Nice ooone. So the first words that come outta Ms. Bannon - banonza's mouth were "Alyssa do you have an admit to class slip" --damn it-- "No miss, I'm guessing I should go get one?" So, it is what I did. Marella seemed so pleased to see me. I might have called my mom 6 times knowing that she woulnd't pick up cause she was at work. I just dialed and hung up jusst to show Marella that I was trying to get a hold of her. And lightbulb comes on. "Miss, can't I just wait till 12 cause that's when I my mom gets off" -- "And where are you going to go between now and 12?" -- "Class?" -- "Ugh, why were you absent in the first place?" -- "Miss remember I was really late cause i hurt my ankle, and throughout the day I hurt it more and I didn't come to sign out cause i was so overwhelmed, and i knew i wasn't going to be able to leave cause my mom doesn't pick up the phone cause she doesn't get off till twelve, see" -- "Ugh, okay, I'm leaving a message on her phone saying that I'm going to slap your daughter" -- "Thaaaaaaaaaaaanks miss" Oh how I love Marella, I don't even know her last name to call her 'miss' I think it's Mrs. Navarro. Who really knows? So I get back to class and guess what the infamous Bannonza asks "Alyssa did you hand in your essay?" --she's good-- "Ugh, no miss, I just have to print it, I'll give to you by the end of the day" -- "Okay, get into uniform please" --damn, she's like on a roll. Anyways, it wasn't like i had my essay done, and it's not like she's not going to accept it tomorrow morning, yet, I'm on this blog thing, not doing my essay. Moving on, we ended up watching the ending to the movie Ms. Julie, which had an absolutely horrible end. You have to see it. BUZZZZZ- YAY LUNCH. Which also means, I'm done for the day, cause I have fourth period spare - along with the rest of the 12th grade student body for some reason. So get this, my routine. It never fails. I walk down the hall to the staircase that's closest to my locker and I 'bump in' to Gian Villa, this seems to happen every day two considering he has Civics class in that same hallway. So every time after third period, don't we have some sort of arguement or he'd do something to annoy me or I'd do something to annoy him, until we get to my locker. And as me and Gian continue to exchange words, Jeremy Cauzon always come behind unsuspectedly. Everytime,. It should be expected by now, but it still isn't. Jeremy asks me to go smoke up, I say no. He asks me what I'm doing today, I say I don't know. He says I'm hungry, I say me too. This is usually where we decided who's house we're going to, to go eat, cause we're too poor to eat out. Ha. This is usually where Jasmine come dragging her feet towards my locker yelling "HI BABY" but that didn't happen. And after that, is usually when Stephanie yells at me with a story to tell going to my locker before hers. But that didn't happen either. Weird. But what did happen was Gian and Jeremy yelling at me to hurry up and get ready - that's cause I take too damn long to get my shit together. I go towards the graffiti wall to see the grade 12 asian student body sitting there eating lunch. Weird. Of course I see Jasmine there. So for some odd reason I wanted to see what was going on in the foyer outside the caf, because of course I'm prohibited from entering the caf because I am not in uniform. Sheesh. There I see our very powerful student counsel convincing kids to sign up for Winter activity Day aka National skip day consisting of Adam Ragusa, Stephanie Pizzo, Natalie Kreiger, Juniour Rep Seth - sorry don't know your last name - and and wait for it ... Pamela Dela Cruz I just thought I'd emphasize her cause you know, she's the greatest, and everyone loves Pamela, she needs her own sitcom seriously. So after Gian ran off with my money to buy my food and after I caught him trying to eat my panzzerotti without leaving me any, Pamela, Jeremy, Jasmine & I decided to go to my house and pig out, somehow. We survived the slush and storm had an awkward conversation about bubble gum on the bus and made it to my humble-a-boom. Tell me how there is freshly made Ravioli waiting for us, courtesy of mother dearest. Yeah we pigged out on that, and doesn't Jasmine rather have salad, yeah, salad, I don't know - talk about chemical imbalances. Routine once again, we watch the family channel - first Disney's Filmore, then Disney's The Weekenders and then Kim Possilbe. And it never fails to amaze me that everytime that dude says "Next: Kim Possible" I have the need to state that I love Kim Possible and that "If I could be any cartoon character it would Kim Possible" Of course the last four words of that sentence I say simutaneously with Jeremy and Jasmine. It's like a movie. What? Kim Possible is awesome, minus the orange hair, she can do anything. So tell me how, my mom tells me to shovel. Me? Shovel? Of course Jeremy offers to shovel. I tried to help, root word being try I can't successfully do any heavy labour, it's just not in my DNA. After that, Itis kicked in and we were a slave to the TV. Unfortunately, my friends have homes of their own, well, to Jasmine, my home is her home. But she has to attend to her other home. And poof be gone, and now I'm here. . . I've been here, typing away.
It's amazing how my routinual day, became this essay. Damn, I should really get on to that Ms. Julie essay.
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
I just thought I'd throw that in. I don't know it's another play on words. I like it even though it doesn't go with my lifestyle well, my plans are made throughout, so I don't know if that's really a plan. Anyways, I don't know where I picked that up, but it just reminded me of Nas. My beautiful Nas, I had a grade 10 phase and now it's back - again - courtesy of the three-notso-geniusminds. Anyways, that was a side note, side being the oprative word. If I don't stop now then I might end up writing another novel. Who am I kidding? I'm going to end up doing that anyways. And here we go.
So, what did I do today?
Mother dearest woke me up at 6:34am, but of course I didn't get up to take a shower until, hm, 7:13amish. And as I almost fell asleep taking a shower I realized I didn't do my Drama essay, that was due last class which I skipped. So, now did I not only have to think of an excuse for my essay, but I had to think of an excuse for my absence. Alyssa, you just go right through the system. So, I made it through the blizzard and the over-packed bus only to get to school to find out that my first period Bio teacher was absent. I could have probably slept till 8:13amish in that case, grr. And who else would I see but Stephanie Benic wandering in the hall ways with a night school form, attempting to convince the guidance consellors to let her drop english, good luck with that. Of course I waited with her in the guidance office for half-an-hour for a grade nine complaining about their courses and marks to get outta Ms. Davis' office. Dude, you're in grade nine, there are grade twelves out here that are making decisions of their life. You have three years to straighten out, don't start crying about a 3/5 mark on a colouring assignment. Shoot, grade nine should be a breeze anyways. Okay, that was ignorant and closed-minded, I'm sure this niner had something legit to complain about. Ugh, I just hate waiting. Ironically enough, I hate waiting yet, I'm always late - and I keep people waiting. So when I finally made my way to my first period class with 20 minutes remaining I did absolutely nothing productive. The story of the bio class. BUZZZZZ - yeah it's a buzz not a bell, werid. Next period: Chemistry with the greeeeeeatest teacher ever ever. Mr. Tos. His lesson on the Heat summation of changing enthalpies went by quick, oh how I love science. Everything just WORKS I wish I could say the same for men, but that's a whole different blog. Shoot. BUZZZZZ - dun dun . . . drama class. Okay, Alyssa loaft.. loaft - should you go to class? And indeeed I did. Too bad Saul doesn't know how to read lips - cause as I try to signal to him asking if it was okay to go to class he opens the door. Nice ooone. So the first words that come outta Ms. Bannon - banonza's mouth were "Alyssa do you have an admit to class slip" --damn it-- "No miss, I'm guessing I should go get one?" So, it is what I did. Marella seemed so pleased to see me. I might have called my mom 6 times knowing that she woulnd't pick up cause she was at work. I just dialed and hung up jusst to show Marella that I was trying to get a hold of her. And lightbulb comes on. "Miss, can't I just wait till 12 cause that's when I my mom gets off" -- "And where are you going to go between now and 12?" -- "Class?" -- "Ugh, why were you absent in the first place?" -- "Miss remember I was really late cause i hurt my ankle, and throughout the day I hurt it more and I didn't come to sign out cause i was so overwhelmed, and i knew i wasn't going to be able to leave cause my mom doesn't pick up the phone cause she doesn't get off till twelve, see" -- "Ugh, okay, I'm leaving a message on her phone saying that I'm going to slap your daughter" -- "Thaaaaaaaaaaaanks miss" Oh how I love Marella, I don't even know her last name to call her 'miss' I think it's Mrs. Navarro. Who really knows? So I get back to class and guess what the infamous Bannonza asks "Alyssa did you hand in your essay?" --she's good-- "Ugh, no miss, I just have to print it, I'll give to you by the end of the day" -- "Okay, get into uniform please" --damn, she's like on a roll. Anyways, it wasn't like i had my essay done, and it's not like she's not going to accept it tomorrow morning, yet, I'm on this blog thing, not doing my essay. Moving on, we ended up watching the ending to the movie Ms. Julie, which had an absolutely horrible end. You have to see it. BUZZZZZ- YAY LUNCH. Which also means, I'm done for the day, cause I have fourth period spare - along with the rest of the 12th grade student body for some reason. So get this, my routine. It never fails. I walk down the hall to the staircase that's closest to my locker and I 'bump in' to Gian Villa, this seems to happen every day two considering he has Civics class in that same hallway. So every time after third period, don't we have some sort of arguement or he'd do something to annoy me or I'd do something to annoy him, until we get to my locker. And as me and Gian continue to exchange words, Jeremy Cauzon always come behind unsuspectedly. Everytime,. It should be expected by now, but it still isn't. Jeremy asks me to go smoke up, I say no. He asks me what I'm doing today, I say I don't know. He says I'm hungry, I say me too. This is usually where we decided who's house we're going to, to go eat, cause we're too poor to eat out. Ha. This is usually where Jasmine come dragging her feet towards my locker yelling "HI BABY" but that didn't happen. And after that, is usually when Stephanie yells at me with a story to tell going to my locker before hers. But that didn't happen either. Weird. But what did happen was Gian and Jeremy yelling at me to hurry up and get ready - that's cause I take too damn long to get my shit together. I go towards the graffiti wall to see the grade 12 asian student body sitting there eating lunch. Weird. Of course I see Jasmine there. So for some odd reason I wanted to see what was going on in the foyer outside the caf, because of course I'm prohibited from entering the caf because I am not in uniform. Sheesh. There I see our very powerful student counsel convincing kids to sign up for Winter activity Day aka National skip day consisting of Adam Ragusa, Stephanie Pizzo, Natalie Kreiger, Juniour Rep Seth - sorry don't know your last name - and and wait for it ... Pamela Dela Cruz I just thought I'd emphasize her cause you know, she's the greatest, and everyone loves Pamela, she needs her own sitcom seriously. So after Gian ran off with my money to buy my food and after I caught him trying to eat my panzzerotti without leaving me any, Pamela, Jeremy, Jasmine & I decided to go to my house and pig out, somehow. We survived the slush and storm had an awkward conversation about bubble gum on the bus and made it to my humble-a-boom. Tell me how there is freshly made Ravioli waiting for us, courtesy of mother dearest. Yeah we pigged out on that, and doesn't Jasmine rather have salad, yeah, salad, I don't know - talk about chemical imbalances. Routine once again, we watch the family channel - first Disney's Filmore, then Disney's The Weekenders and then Kim Possilbe. And it never fails to amaze me that everytime that dude says "Next: Kim Possible" I have the need to state that I love Kim Possible and that "If I could be any cartoon character it would Kim Possible" Of course the last four words of that sentence I say simutaneously with Jeremy and Jasmine. It's like a movie. What? Kim Possible is awesome, minus the orange hair, she can do anything. So tell me how, my mom tells me to shovel. Me? Shovel? Of course Jeremy offers to shovel. I tried to help, root word being try I can't successfully do any heavy labour, it's just not in my DNA. After that, Itis kicked in and we were a slave to the TV. Unfortunately, my friends have homes of their own, well, to Jasmine, my home is her home. But she has to attend to her other home. And poof be gone, and now I'm here. . . I've been here, typing away.
It's amazing how my routinual day, became this essay. Damn, I should really get on to that Ms. Julie essay.
Sucked in.
Interesting. So there were these threegeniusminds that inspired me to get a blog. Meh, atleast I feel like stuff isn't going to be as exposed as it would be on facebook. Anyways, I don't know how long I will be updated with this, I had live journal and I probably have four entries. Hehe, but as I'm typing I can feel that this is going to be addicting. Sucks, I got sucked into this little fad, I always wondered what these "blogs" were like, I saw it in people's msn names but it takes more than that for me to actually go on. So it just had to be Chris-annoying-out-of-your-pants Nguyen to get me to actually go on the site. What? Like, what would you do if big annoying vietnamese-no-one-round-the-corner-got-swagga-like-me dude started persisting on going on his oh so beautiful blog that's only been around for 3 hours. Yeah, thought so. Might as well give the baby his bottle. And now look what happened, I'm typing away while watching an episode of Still Standing, something I don't even watch, rather than doing my homework. Good job Alyssa. So speaking of Alyssa, I'm guessing this is where I start talking about myself. Hm, so I realized that me and Jon aka "idontgotafookinickname" have something in common, cause I am Alyssa [insert middle name and last name here] aka "idontgotaneffffffinnicknameandneverwill" bka NEMO. Why Nemo? LoLife bka Chris-annoying-out-of-your-pants Nguyen forgot to mention how I was Jammin in the 305 or should I say swimming, yeaup, swimming. Apparently I was on the floor squiggling like a fish on land. "Nemo" is my name and alcohol is my game.
About names. I had to think of a blog name. Cause you know "threegeniusminds" is.. uhm.. direct? HAHA no disrespect you know I love you guys. But I don't know I like playing with words. So I always found oxymorons clever -after reading 1984 in grade 10 you just can't get enough of them - so, i wanted to make my own little oxymoron. For all you that are mildy dense and do not know what an oxymoron is, it's a figure of speech that seems to be self-contradictory such as something being "PRETTY UGLY" or "AWFULLY GOOD" those tastie "JUMBO SHRIMP" and hearing "OLD NEWS", okay you get the jist of it. So I don't know, I just wanted to clever and I named my blog "SAGEMORON" - "Sage" with one definition stating: to be one famous for being intelligent. And only a moron wouldn't know what a moron means: one to be notably stupid. Not only is it an oxymoron it ends in moron - like the word oxymoron. I know, I'm weird. FYI, I'm not a moron, it's just ironic cause I have this dits vibe. If you were to meet me for the first time you'd never think that I'd be able to put up a conversation or arguement with you, you'd never think that I can manipulate your mind and make you feel stupid - at the same time. You should see the reactions of people's faces when they see the Valedictorian plaque on my wall. It's probably my clumsy & flirty ways and ditsy, high pitched vs low pitch slurry voice. Probably. I can fuck with your mind like ether. (I know you like that one MJ) About fucking with your mind, there's more to this oh so complicated blog name, phew you'd never think that someone would put so much time into a blog name. Here's a jitter, I didn't spend that much time, it just came to me. I tend to do that. Anyways, sage is a herb, a leaf, the leaf used for the famous drug salvia. Salvia: A trip so exciting, so real yet so surreal and it only last 5 minutes. (Getcha mind outta the gutter) However, it's just something that reminds me of my personality: I can give the time of your life, but I can be here and gone with the snap of your fingers. Scared yet? I know, a nine letter made-up word, with so much background. And it just doesn't end. Wow, I didn't even think I would write this much. Well then again, I never know how much I can potentially write at any give time, and to think I could be doing my Ms. Julie essay with the energy, not. Moving on, say my name, say my name. Sagemoron, Saaaaaaaaaaagemoron. Now, say it with a french accent. Weird eh, it's sounds so elegant, so delicate... it's like a name of calm lake. It sounds so beautiful - just like me. Damn it Alyssa, did your ego just blast off?
Story of my life, literally.
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