All About Big Bend

Big Bend is a national park...blahblahblah. I honestly don't remember anything about it...

Anyway! Pictures:

Purdy, huh? (The last one's my favorite)


Ok, I really don't know that much about Big Bend National Park. Honestly, it sounds like...idk, a big butt or something? (>///<)
Which is pretty sad, as it's the subject of our End of the Year Science CAP Project. Only much less fun than the history video.
The real reason I made a post is cuz Justin  (epicaznphail.blogspot.com, but don't bother checking it cuz there's nothing there. You failure :P) put some pictures on the title page but forgot to cite where they're from. And since we can't find it, I'm posting them here :).

I really hope my science teacher doesn't read this. I think she hates me enough ever since I got caught with a camera in class. O.O
Sherry just came over. :) Please excuse me while she laughs at my "nerdiness".

Sherry: Hey! Big Bend Park!
me: Woahhh!! You know that place? I thought you were dumb (just kidding, my dear little sister xD)
Sherry: Well, duh! We're going there this summer!
me: O.O HOW DO I NOT KNOW THINGS LIKE THIS?! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO A PLACE THAT I LEARNED ABOUT IN SCHOOL! NOW IF I GO, ALL I'LL THINK ABOUT IS MY SCARYY SCIENCE TEACHERRRRR! (Who is really alright, but nothing like Mrs. Frizzle. Once again, Mrs. Santa Maria, please don't read this (Q///Q))

Hey, it's kinda hot in here!

Guess what? Today I went colorblind. Well, kind of.

The temperature today was absolutely BURNING, and I, being the stupid little girl that I am, decided to wear a jacket and jeans.

So when the PE coaches decided to take us out to the park...

I started seeing things kinda like this:

There was slight color, like I could almost  tell that the trees were green, but it was more like I sensed it. Then I started feeling nauseous and slightly sick. No need to say that I was majorly freaked out. My friend, her face looked white to me. I could only see that her hair looked grayish brown and black waves where her hair made shadows. The grass, it was white. I could only tell where I was going by the black shadows. I almost tripped on the curb because I couldn't see it. It wasn't like normal blindess where everything is black. I saw white everywhere. The pink flowers looked white. There was barely a bit of yellow where the stamen where. The sun was so bright, I had to squint. I felt like throwing up.

Thankfully, when we finally reached the shade of the tree, I was able to sit down and rest my spinning head. Gradually, color began to reenter my eyesight. I could now see the yellow-green leaves and the blue and red flowers again. The grass was green. I sat there the whole period just keeping my eyes open and hoping not to lose the color again.

However, when we had to walk back, it happened again. This time though, I felt slightly better because I was fairly sure that my eyesight would recover inside. But the park was so far. Rosalind and I were the last to enter the gym. My tongue was dry. My throat felt like a desert. My head was spinning. My stomach clenched with cramps. It hurt.

In 5th period, I was made to go to the nurse. If I haven't told you before, our nurse is rather...incompetent. She checked my temperature and told me I was very dehydrated and probably had a heat stroke. Really now, Sherlock. Then she gave me some saltine crackers, (crackers are her solution to everything. They just throw up? Here, have a cracker. But they were good) and I went to lunch. 

Thankfully, I felt better after 6th period, though I highly doubt it was because of the crackers. I think that it was more likely due to the nap I secretly took while Mrs. Penny was going on about portraits and stuff. I hope we weren't supposed to take notes.  

But anyway...that was a rather interesting experience...that I hope won't happen again. But I can understand colorblind people now.

Crap.

I do not like technology. By doing a simple thing like trying to widen my sidebar to somehow accomodate that stupid FAT playlist, I ended up undoing every freakin' thing I had done to design my blog. It changed everything to default again. And now that I look at it, my post writing thing no longer has that lovely line cross or add pictures or videos and color stuff. Wahhhh.

Mixpod Thingy

Yayyy for my special Riceball Angie once again! For teaching me how to make the playlist. But there is one thing that is annoyig me about it.

IT'S TOO FAT.

How did you make yours fit in the sidebar thing?

Happy Late Mother's Day ^___^"

Uhhhhh, sorry I haven't posted in a while, but it's not like alot of people read this anyway. :P

So for Mother's Day, after Chinese school, my sister. mom, and I went to and art reception that our art teacher was having. We prepared a gift for our mother's by painting them on a small canvas with a wooden frame so that it doesn't have to be framed or anything.

My mom's reaction to my painting of her: "It doesnt look like me."

Thanks, mom.

But she amended for it by saying, "But at least you drew me pretty! Thanks, honey! I feel younger."

Hopefully she wasn't thinking that I actually referred to her actual photo to paint it, cuz the lighting was bad and made her face look oily. So I took a magazine portrait of a Phillipino lady and used that as reference for the lighting and stuff.

I'll probably put up a picture of the portrait later.

Anyway, I discovered a really nice new song by YUI, one of my favorite singers. I especially liked how she ditched her usual guitar for piano, making the song a lot softer and less punk. Her new hairstyle also makes her look a lot older and more like........a mother? xD
It's extremely fitting for Mother's Day, maybe cuz it's called to Mother. Hehe,way to state the obvious, huh?

YUI- to Mother

What the fun?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

That's what my dad is. S-T-U-P-I-D.

Stupid old man who has to place a time limit on my showers. Stupid time-watching freak who won't let us talk for a minute after a satisfying, uplifting workout in Taekwondo. Stupid old booby who has to ruin that mood all the time for his radical morals that you have to rush out of the class as if it repulsed you, or a rabid dog was after you.

Seriously? Our taekwondo class ends at 9:10, so according to him, we have 5 minutes to go home immediately (as in immediately after class. The second it ends we have to be out and in the car. Stupid). And 45 minutes for both of us to take a stupid freakin' shower.

How long do you take to take a shower? Most girls=at least an hour. Yea, guys=like 3 seconds, because they dont conditioner, or shave, or take time to wash and relax (not that I get the time to do that anyway). But last time I checked, I wasn't a guy. And I will never be one. Ugghhhhh.

He says the minute it hits ten o' clock, he's coming in, to watch me wash or something. Disgusting. I have such a pervert for a father. And wbo was the one asking for "more close relationship with mah oldest daughter"? WHY DO YOU THINK I DON'T WANNA TALK TO YOUR EMBARRASSING MESSY ACCENT AND FACE YOUR STINKY BREATH?

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*more keyboard smashing*


Oh, and I didn't cuss (somehow) throughout this whole post, even though I am BURNING with anger.
I'm sorry for causing global warming through my very often anger problems concerning my parents. Who have no life.

Stupid old man. Go pick your nose or something.