Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Whoo! New template! =D Basically just all my old html with a new background (yeah, I'm cheap when it comes to new layouts -_-), but I figured I was due for a Lord of the Rings image. I put the lyrics of Into the West on it (hence the name, "Into the West"), even though Eowyn has absolutely nothing to do with the Elves passing into the Grey Havens, except maybe the fact that she loved Aragorn who loved Arwen whose father wanted her to board the Grey Ships. O_o I'll maybe put some LotR musics once I find a good site for mp3 hosting (DAMN YOU, ANGELFIRE! >_>).

TF

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

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Monday, March 01, 2004
I know I was supposed to post about Saturday and Sunday, but I'd like to get this down. THE LORD OF THE RINGS WON CLEAN SWEEP AT THE ACADEMY AWARDS! =D! They've won:

Best Picture
Achievement in Directing
Best Adapted Screenplay
Achievement in Art Direction
Achievement in Costume Design
Best Film Editing
Achievement in Makeup
Best Original Score
Original Song
Achievement in Sound &
Best Visual Effects

And of course they deserved it all. Congrats to them, respects to JRR Tolkien! =D!

TF
Monday, March 01, 2004

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Monday, March 01, 2004
Alright...now for today and Saturday. x_x This is going to be one hell of a long night.

Saturday...I woke up at 9:30, then fell back asleep until around noon. Got ready for Chinese school, left...My dad got really mad about something, but it was so uninmportant that I've forgotten what it was. Anyway, it really pissed me off because he started swearing. Not that I think swearing is horrible or anything, but he always seems to swear like he doesn't know how to...like he's just swearing because it would make him look cool, the way little kids do to make them look older. Everytime he does that it makes him seem very immature and almost brattish. He always yells and blames us for stuff he does wrong...he vents at us because he can't come to terms with his wrongdoings or control his anger.

Slef: It pisses the shit out of me, if that makes sense.

Anyway, we made it to our martial arts class in the morning, and it went pretty well. My legs are still sore from all the exercise, but it'll pass.

Second we had our language course, which was very much a drag because a) we'd been skipping for a month so we were completely lost and b) because...hell, why would any class be fun? It seemed to go on and on for ever, as always, then finally we


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Monday, March 01, 2004
-_- Okay, now let's write today's blog AGAIN, shall we? My previous, unfinished post was lost once the laptop shut down. (Oh, and Nat...I don't dislike it when you hug me, I was just saying that you were hugging me recently. Usually you don't so I was wondering why. ^_^)

Anyway, during lunch Nat, Justin and I went to the library to draw (Nat) and do our spanish homework (Justin and I, later joined by Jennifer and Tina). At one point while we were "working" (coughtalkingandgoofingoffcough), Justin kicked me in the shin. Didn't hurt that much...we started kicking each other jokingly (Slef: Playing footsie? =D), and at the same time I was thinking about how long his legs are. o_o They go right across to the other end of the table so easily...it's almost kind of weird. o_o

Anyway, the bell rang and we left for spanish class, our homework still unfinished. I started walking over with Justin, but then he forgot something and I ended up going alone. It was a bit lonely, but I met up with Sara and Jennifer and I ended up hanging around them for a while.

The desks inside the class were...different. They were no longer in rows but in groups of four and three, lining the walls with one in the center. After explaining a bit of what was going on, he assigned us to our new seats. I was put in a group in the back right corner, far from where I was waiting with Sara and Jennifer beforehand. Seating everyone was a very long and boring process...luckily Justin was standing around nearby. Then by another stroke of pure luck, Navarrete seated him in my group (major shout-out to him for that =D). Justin asked if I was sitting where I was sitting (sounds kind of funny once you write it out...but that was what he asked), and as I replied yes, Sara came to sit with us. She sat next to me, and Justin was facing her.

After a while, Tina came to sit in front of me (personally I didn't really want her in our group...she isn't very productive and at times she is unbearably annoying). Laure-Anne, Thomas and Alec were in the group behind us; it didn't take long for Sara to get fed up with Alec.

"I don't want to sit here anymore!" and almost immediately Justin offered to switch places with her. She slid her books over to his desk and then they switched.

Navarrete then started checking for our homework which, don't forget, wasn't done yet, and Justin was trying to finish his. He asked me why I didn't work on mine, but I merely shrugged it off. Even though I have a chance at getting it done, he would catch me and I would still get into trouble anyway. I might as well get a detention without putting a lot of effort into it, right? Anyway, Justin stopped after a while and we started talking instead (um, at least I think. I can't remember too well).

But then, by yet another stroke of luck, Navarrete decided to be nice and give everyone a check. At that point I really thought that Friday was lucky for me. We didn't have much work to do, since he handed out crosswords instead. I worked with Justin for that...Leaning over to his desk to work on it...it made me feel like resting my head against him. Or that I'd tip over on my chair and fall off. Either way. o_o

After spanish we had English. We were doing presentations and I was really pissed about that because I had messed up on my listening guide. But in any case, Chris was in Italy so we wouldn't have been able to present anyway. Emily, Laure-Anne, Justin and Alec presented their oral, which was pretty good.

The rest of class was pretty uneventful. Franki was telling me that Japanese was better than Chinese as a language...and that Karate came before Kung Fu (which isn't true by the way...err, well I don't think so), then kept mistaking me for being Japanese. o_o Then after I told him I was Chinese he told me that he was saying what he did because he thought I was Japanese and was trying to get on my good side. o_o But he was joking so I don't really think much of it.

At the end of class we were all waiting by the door for the bell (guess we were really that anxious to leave), and Laure-Anne told me that Justin said he was going to ask me out. I kind of stared and tried to change subject...seeing as he was right behind her. But no, she just kept repeating it over and over again. -_- "Did you hear me?" But anyway. I told her I did, and then she said, "It's true though."

I suppose at that time I didn't believe her, or maybe didn't want to. You know those moments when something is so good you're afraid to think that it's going to happen, because you're afraid that it won't in the end and you'll be disappointed? Wanting something but afraid of it actually happening...

After class we went to our lockers, and on the way Laure-Anne was telling me about the conversation she had with Justin. It was almost a bit unnerving since it made me nervous of what was to come. Anyway, I got my stuff from my locker and then...

"Hey Andrea, let's go to the buses this way."

I was a bit panicked, but said okay and followed him. Instead of going the usual way, we went behind the locker area to the fire exit. I looked at the yellow paper which had written on it, very clearly in very big, bold letters, "DO NO ENTER." We went down anyway.

Once we were in the stairwell, adrenaline set in. The fight or flight instinct (aka "freeze like a deer in the headlights" or "run screaming like a banshee").

"Race you to the bottom!"

And I chose to run...minus the screaming and hollering. I guess the idea of being in the stairwell alone with him scared me, or maybe it was just the idea as to how the situation might turn out, but something told me to get out into the public as soon as humanly possible. Which I did.

Justin came down the stairs and mumbled, "You ruined my plan," or something of the sort. I apologized and we left the building together.

As we were walking, he said he'd tell me who he liked...Yet again the adrenaline began to flow through my veins.

"I like..."

We walked down the small hill that led to the buses. I stepped my foot down and--

"You."

I screamed. My foot slipped from beneath me and as I tried to catch my balance I screamed. Normally I probably wouldn't have, but I guess maybe his confession caught me off guard and that was my reaction to it. After apologizing again we continued to walk.

I began to fumble again but with my words rather than my feet. I tried to say, "I like you too," but it was hard...he didn't hear me the first few times I said it. Once he did, he asked, "Will you go out with me?" And still I fumbled.

"Eh...I, um. Well I....don't know."

"You don't know?"

"No."

I said I'd tell him later and we went out seperate ways. Once I sat on the bus I thought about it. I knew I wanted to say yes, but my mind kept telling me that Nat still liked him, and that it would be wrong if I said yes. She had been liking him for months now...she talks to him and brings him to Chinatown, says "Hey, it's Justin," everytime he's nearby, gives him plenty of attention. She's so devoted to him and I, her best friend, just sort of say "yes" when he's asks me out? Did I really deserve it? Would she hate me forever?

I remembered Samantha telling me that once in elementary, she had a crush on a guy in her grade...Then her best friend backstabbed her and went out with him, and didn't even tell her. She was devastated.

Did I want to do this to Nat?

Now they hate each other. They don't talk anymore, and Sam thinks that she's a real bitch.

I wanted to talk to Samantha and ask for advice, but she was preoccupied with talking to Megan and everyone else, so it was no use. Making this decision was making me feel horrible. Then I wondered why I even bothered sitting with them.

When I came home, I went to let Dubbo outside to do his business. Luna sat herself down on the stairway, and Dubbo was too afraid of her to come past and to the backdoor. I rolled my eyes and moved to pick Luna up and out of his way, but then Bob bolted out the backdoor and into the backyard. I dropped Luna and ran out to get him (my cats susually stay inside at all times).

After running around in knee-high snow, dead rose bushes, trees and feeling more miserable than before, I caught him and went back inside the house.

Justin said he was signing on at 5, so I waited until then before I went online. In the meantime, I chatted with Laure-Anne and explained what was going on. At 5:20 Justin still hadn't signed on and Laure-Anne suggested I call him...Instead we waited until finally he came on. I explained to him in an email that I wasn't sure if saying yes to him was a good thing, and we chatted until around 2 in the morning.

Then that was the end of that day.
TF
P.S.: Dreadfully sorry for taking so long to post. x_x


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