The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm Vietna-namese. I'm sick of my last name.
I swing. I sing. I write. I bake. I psycho-analyze you. I love you.
I'm a beta reader, so if there's any piece of writing that you want me to proofread before sending off for publication, just shoot me a PM and I'd be happy to help you!
:] <3 If you don't know me, get to know me. You'll have me for life.
Song: {Homecoming by: Hey Monday}
Mood: CRAPPY and HAPPY!
//// Homecoming by Hey Monday is like my freakin love life song. Weird.\\
CRAPPY:
I have the flu and laryngitis (throat infection...) I can't talk. Seriously. I really can't. I have to take a little pink pill to make it all better. By the way, the pink "little" pill is as big as my thumb. I tried to swallow it and I choked. So I cut it up. O_O I thought they were birth control pills at first. I was like "Um mom...I'm not sexually...active, you know?" I had to write that down though. I try to talk and you hear "....i...y...name...i..s...an...tha." : Doc says I can't sing in Jazz for 7-10 days! Jazz is like my lifeline dudes. Imma die with no singing. But I can't sing in front of the class with laryngitis. Emarrasing much? I'd be like "...o. ooo. Johnn...oo" That's supposed to be "Go, Johnny, go." by the way. It's bad, peeps.
OH and my swing partner is NOT my swing partner anymore. He ditched too damn much. I have to find a new one THAT'S PERMANANT by tomorrow. We have to start hardcore practicing for about six gigs. We want to raise money to perform and hang out at Disneyland this year. X] Gah needa find a partnah. So I'm stressing about that.
HAPPY:
Barack Obama has officially been elected PRESIDENTO! Yeh, beeshes! We are saved! *falls over*
A+ on history projecto. Weee.
Apparently, this one guy I know thinks I'm pretty. X] Ironically, I had a crush on him when I was... thirteen. And he knew. And rejection. He was nice about it though.
We haven't spoken until like two weeks ago. But one of me bgf's told me that he talks about me nonstop. Tables are turned now aren't they?! X] I love when that happens. It's a great way of revenge. But he's sweet, so I won't absolutely crush him. ;] He said that if he has time, he'd be my swing partnah. Gush, that'd be awkward for him, wouldn't it? I'm still deciding on whether or not I should toy with him. >< I know it's mean, but I only do it to PAST guys. Not just random guys. No slutina status for me, thankyouverymuch.
See, I used to be VERY NERDAH (I still am at heart) but as appearances come, I've changed. I guess you can say that I've...blossomed? I dunno all I know is that back then, I used to be super short and I had like no hair and my face was supah plain. I still have my glasses cuz I'm practically blind.... BRIGHT SIDE! My hair is getting thicker and its starting to get some natural brown highlights in it...which is strange... but I'll take what I can get. And um...my face has matured and I'm getting color in my cheeks and, ahaha, my friends say that they hear random guys talking about my lips and eyelashes. Strange perverts? Yeah. But, eh.
But I enjoy toying with guys that have insulted me in the past because of my looks. It's mean! Yes. But so were they. It proves that they're pigs who only care about appearances. And I'm just out to show them that. ;]
IT'S OFFICIAL, BETCHES.
8:02 PM.
BARACK OBAMA HAS OFFICIALLY WON THE PRESIDENCY!
YEAHY, BETCHES!
DEMOCRATS TAKIN OVER THE HOUSE!
Song: {Angel by: Sarah Mclachlan}
Moods: Tired, thoughtful, and sad.
:] Beautiful song, peeps. She has one of the most beautiful voices on this planet. I cried so much when I had to sing this song for a performance. People came up to me afterwards and they were crying too. An old lady came up to me, crying, saying that her son had died in Iraq, and that the song reminded her of him. She said that she couldn't mourn his death until after my performance. She thanked me for "touching her heart" and helping her let go. It's truly satisfying to know that you've touched somebody like that. It reminds me of my aunt. She died of breast cancer on October 1, 2007 (ironic, no? October is breast cancer awareness month.) It was a pretty horrible, graphic-esque battle, that I'll probably not tell you here. That's when PM's come in handy, peeps. I never got to say goodbye to her. My mom told me that she didn't want me to see her the way she was. The last time I saw her, she was stick skinny with scabs covering her body, and fuzz on her head. How worse could it get really? *sigh* She's buried in Connecticut. That's across the country (from where I live, anyways)
*slaps myself* Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!
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Election day tomorrah! Wooop! Who are you for? >< Me ish for Obama. If you are McCain, dun worry, I still love you. <3 I think it's silly to let your presidential pick get in the way of friendships. I'm going through that right now with a ... friend.
No on Prop 8! If you don't live in California, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. So ignore me. But if you DO live in Cali, and you DO know what I'm talking about... then heyheyhey ;] Ahaha.
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Anyways, so my friend asked me today how my love-life is. Sucky, that's how! Ahaha, my love life is on hiatus indef. It made me kinda sad though. Cuz, I swear, all my friends are in the Honeymooners Phase of their relationships right now. And me, single nobody, is by herself. Stupid ex boyfriend--cheating on me...
But I miss the feeling of being with somebody. You don't feel so lonely. You feel that at least somebody looks at you differently than your friends do, y'know?
Gah it sucks. Like, hello, everybody please stop sucking face with your BF in front of Single Sam.
Ahaha, oh well. I'll find somebody. [?]
And other craziness is making me sad. :[ But it's too depressing for your ears. :) Happy thoughts!
Have a good day, peeps. Mwahs, loves you.
Kay: Baby, I'm losing it. :|
Song: {Masochist by: Ingrid Michaelson}
Mood: Happy an pissed. SO bipolar, betches! {I'm really not bipolar. Sarcasm thing. Yeah...}
Latin peeps pissing me off guys. I almost punched a girl today. SO today, we were supposed to film at one of the group member's house. We were supposed to meet at ten. She calls me at ten and says that she's not home.
[.....]
So I went crazy going to her house and calling people and telling them not to come and everybody was pissed off at her. Turns out that she had slept over at her friend's house on Friday and her mom was in freakin LA (a good hour's drive from where I live) so she couldn't get a ride. So as the leader, I went .... "FUCK IT, we're meeting at the library. With or without that bitch."
So everybody goes to the library, la la la. And to my surprise, another group member says that she offered that girl a ride here, and she declined. So she basically tried to bullshit her way out of it. Then another group guy is looking through his phone and he goes,
"What the shit? She's on AIM right now."
So we go to the park to film without the bitch. La la la. Then she calls and is like "I'm at home now."
Well whoopdedoo, Barbie. What do you expect me to do about it? So me and the group is like "Hell no, we don't want that bitch to come here." but somebody told her. And she came.
Damn. I've been up on my feet since 7 AM with only water all day. I got to sit at 9 PM! Holy crap am I tired.
But Kay made my day better! :] Thanks, baby. Now I'm all happily, so you don't have to deal with me punching holes into walls or nothing. Thank her. Go do it now.
Song: {Flume By: Bon Iver} For serial, look it up. The lyrics are hella beautiful. BUT go on youtube and look up the Kina Grannis version of this song. Beautifuller! Wait....I'll post the video. ;]
Mood: Pissed off. (Not as much as yesterday though. Hah)
TADA. Just ignore her chatting at the end, if you don't want to hear her. Or just press pause. OH! 3
EDIT (yosh, in the BEGINNING of the post, that's right): Dang the title got cut off. It's supposed to say Chocolate SOY MILK!
KAY so my new swing partner is an complete son of a SNitch! (Thanks 9tailed! ;]) We were in the middle of doing a backflip and he just sets me down and gets his stuff. So I go "Oh you have to leave?" "Yeah I'm ditching. I'm gonna go socialize. Later." And he leaves. He was there for ten minutes. AND to add insult to injury, his friends were five feet away from where we were practicing. So I was like "WHAT THE FU--DGE?!" I was partnerless!
So to make him jealous, Ryan and I did a new stunt. ^-^ It looks kinda like a sex position though... =.= The girl is standing with her back to the guy's chest. He grabs her waist and she jumps up and wraps her legs around his waist, but she's still facing outward. That means you have to jump up, and throw your legs up and BACK around, peeps. And you can't hold on to anything! It's crazay. You're just "sitting" there and you have to use your hands to point out to the audience and the guy is just completely supporting your whole entire body. ^-^; it was scary, but I trust Ryan. :]
So yeah, I think I'm gonna have to find a new partner. We only have like five meetings left to make a routine, practice, and perfect it so we can perform. I can't have him ditching me, y'know? He decided to join, and he can't make the committment. And he's constantly raggin' on me.
"You're doing this wrong."
"Well tell me what I'm supposed to do."
"You're supposed to do THIS!"
"Ow, you asshole! You just popped my shoulder!"
"That's your fault not mine!"
"You're not supposed to go that fast. It twists my wrist."
"How do you know?"
"Uh. I've been here longer than you, that's how."
"Well find another partner then."
"I will. You're replacable."
=.= it tires me. *sob* I want Ryan.
[.....]
That sounded wrong.
>> Me feet are dirty. I danced shoe-less today.
OMG it started sprinkling today! I was so excited! Me an all me friends started screaming and running around. But it was BARELY sprinkling. BUT STILL!
It's a sign.
Fall has arrived.
EDIT 2:
Kay baby, thanks uberly much for the pumpkin! XD I loveee you! Happeh Halloween, sweet girl.
