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: {Supermassive Black Hole by: Muse}
Moods: Extremely happy (and not at the same time), relieved, freaking out.
Extremely Happy (and not): Well, Twilight came out yesterday. I'm not going to gush about it, so don't worry; I'm fully aware that I have friends on here who hate Twilight, so I'm going to respect them and not go all OMG! on them. BUT I do have to say, that I loved the music in the movie. Their decision to put Muse in the movie was a good one. When Supermassive Black Hole started playing, I screamed like a banshee. >< The movie was...different, but who am I to complain; you can't fit a 300 something page book into a two hour timeslot. May I just say, that if some of the cast members just shaved and cut their hair, they would look SPICY.
Relieved:
Turkey break.
Freaking out:
I pulled a muscle during swing. It hurt like a motha. I was doing a move called "The Grapevine." I can't really explain it other than: We do fancy footwork while twirling at the same time. Well, mid-twirl, a sharp pain shoots up my side and I collapse onto the floor like a rag doll, crying and clutching my side. Not my best moment... It burnt like hell whenever I would move so we had go Oscar's (the p.e.med guy) and he had to ceram wrap (its not really ceram wrap, it looks like it. That s.o.b. is impossible to break!) this bag of ice to my side. I felt pregnant. He wrapped it so tight, I couldn't bend my back, so when I wanted to sit down, I'd have to lean back and plop. Well, if this doesn't get better by Monday or Tuesday, I'll have to sit out during practice (WHICH IS BAD. Because my partner needs all the help and practice he can get. Without me, he can't practice.)
Damn.
Song: {The Call by: Regina Spektor}
Moods: Pooped, OH YES!, Flattered
TIME WARP SONG:
Jump to the left! And take a step to the right! Put your hands on your hips! And lock your knees in tight! And its the pelvic thra-a-a-ust! It makes you go insa-a-a-ne! Let's do the time warp again!
98% of America's population is bringing sexy back...I'm the 2% whose sexy never left."
Pooped:
My ab muscles are twitching. Seriously. They're like, alive today. Swing was strenuous, but still fun. Haha, so me and my old partner were teaching my new partner how to do the sweetheart hold. So, basically, you know how when you dance, the two of you are facing each other? Well, sweetheart hold has the guy switching the girl around so she's standing next to him and he's holding onto her waist. (It's so cute!) So me and old partner did that. Then he goes all crazy stalker status. So we're in the hold, and he says to new partner "See, nothing to it." Then old partner leans in and sniffs my hair all loud and is all saying in my ear "You smell different today." and everybody starts laughing and then he starts nuzzling my neck and is all "I want to bite you." Ahaha I was trying to escape and he just kept holding and saying "No! You belong to me!" Ahaha it was hilarious. Then Courtney attacked me and started tickling me like crazy. I was on the floor and I was trying to push her off of me. All the guys were standing there, staring. I yelled for help, but all my girlfriends went to the bathroom. So Courtney is literally on top of me tickling me everywhere and I'm trying to fight back. So the guys were like staring and going "Uh...what did you say, sorry." Ahhh what pervs.
OH YES!
Our entertainment portion for Latin is going to be kickass! I'm going to get my fellow jazzers, my fellow swingers, and The BBoys (break dancing group) to perform for our entertainment. Ha, Kevin! We're going to kick your ass! OH YES!
Flattered;
Oh this sweet little Freshie was all...cute? today. Well, what he tried to do was adorable...but the way he did it...oh poor kid was so awkward. So this little Freshman that I didn't know, comes up to me and he's holding a little teddy-bear and a rose. Basic conversation:
Him: H-h-i S-samantha.
Me: Hi there! Did you need anything?
H: Um...no. I just wanted to tell you something.
M: Oh. Okay.
H: *takes out a piece of paper* Your beauty is unsurpassed. The moon, the stars... *keeps going and he's shaking the whole time, then he stops.* Oh here. I got these for you.
M: Oh thank you, you shouldn't have.
H: So um...do you want to be my g-g-g-irlfriend?
M: Oh um, I can't really be in a relationship right now, but maybe you should go find another girl instead of me! ;] A girl who will say yes like THAT.
H: Oh um okay...Keep the bear and flower. I bought them for you.
Then he runs away and I didn't even catch his name.
A Message to My Beautiful Wife: Today, I opened a box of Honey Nut Cheerios and a toy came tumbling out! Guess what it was?! A GIRAFFE! :D Woop! Oh I'm sorry we never got to get riled up yesterday. :[ We're supposed to be on our honeymoon dammit! This isn't right! Maybe, if you catch me later, we can get really riled up. And maybe you can go ahead and gigglesnort like a madwoman again. You know how that turns me on. ;] Ahaha, wuv choo!
Song: {Navigate Me: Cute is What We Aim for}
Moods: Upset, Freakin out, Competitive, Excited, Owie
I knew of Cute is What we Aim For, before, but I've never heard of this song before today. My friend showed it to me on her iPod today, and its just too dang catchy. I was humming it all day. >< Its a bit dirty, I must admit. If you're not old enough to call 'doing it' sex, then do yourself a favor and don't listen to this song. :] Maybe when you're older and a bit more pervy, eh? EDIT: OMG, I'm listening to the song, and it's reminding me of an..event from yesterday. Taha. ;]
Upset:
Me madre. I won't give you all the grody and disgusting details, but we had a fight. A bad one. I got hurt [physically and emotionally] a lot in this one. Those Asian mothers...are really something, aren't they? Well my mom seemed to enjoy breaking me alot today. I was crying like mad, [I almost went into asthma attack mode] and I calmed down. She saw that and started attacking me again [verbally and physically.] and she won't stop till I start crying again. This has been going on whenever I'm at home. And when I'm at school, I'm still blubbering everywhere since it felt like my head was on fire. She used my own hair against me. (Y'know, pulling it, yanking it)
Lord help me. I need a psychiatrist.
The weapons she used against me today were very interesting. She used...
My hair.
Her hairdryer.
My hairbrush.
Interesting, is it not?
I will never do this to my own children. We'll resolve our problems by talking like civilized people, never by physicalities.
Freakin:
Well surprise suprise. Jazz has a surprise mini concert this Friday. SURPRISE!
I'm performing "Come Sail Away" by Styx. You know. That one song that goes "Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me!"
I'm not ready! I sound horrible! No! Protest! Ahah it was funny though. We were practicing yesterday (The song) and I start singing and I hear people laughing. Mind you, my back is facing them, so I have no idea what the hell they're snickering about. So I thought they were laughing at my horrible singing. Either that, or my shirt was tucked into my underpants or something stupid. So the band director stops all of us and he's laughing. He says,
"Her back is turned to you, while she's singing, and you idiots are all laughing. What do you think she thinking right now?"
Turned out that one of my friends was acting out the song while I was singing the corny verses. (Know the lyrics? Look it up; most corniest song in the world.) So, yeah, I was good. But STILL, I'm not ready to perform on Friday. Jeeezus.
Competitive:
So you guys should know that when I get competitive, I get REALLY competitive. I don't go crazy about it; but I do get a lil' bit anal retentive. But I saw other peeps Latin Video today...and it made ours look like a bag of poop. No, I'm being really sarcastic--but it made our's look ok. So I decided that we're totally gonna get redemption for our entertainment portion, and food portion, and bazaar portion. No more foolin around, peeps! We're getting down to biznass.
Excited:
Thanksgiving Break is next week!
Owie:
I just got up to get a glass of milk (Hmm, it's nonfat. Interesting. I've always had 1%) and my leg slams into the desk. Now, I have a nice pretty in pink, three inch, gash on my upper leg. It burns! I hope it doesn't scar. I scar easily. Lemme see how many scars I have....
- On my knee
- On my left foot
- On my right leg
- Upper right thigh
- and on my boobie. (Now now, get your mind out of the gutter. I had surgery to get a fiber-whosiewhatsit out of it.)
So yeah. Don't need anymore scars.
I've had four glasses of milk.
My chest oddly feels like it's about to explode.
WIFE!: Hello.
Song: {Kiss the Rain by: Yiruma}
Moods: Happy, REALLY HAPPY!, Rainbowy
Happy:
First of all, my lovely wife, this song of the day is dedicated to you. :] Mwah!
Okay, SO, I'm back to normal today. Today, the Latin Project was finally turned in! And may I say so myself, we did a pretty good job. I'm proud of my group, despite the hell they put me through. But, hold the beer. That was just the Latin Project that was meant to inform the class of our topic/theme. The whole bonanza, crappy banquet thing is still in May. So a few more months of absolute torture, and we're all set! :D Yeah! GO team spirit!
REALLY HAPPY:
Um...I totally forgot. Again. Um. Okay, I'm gonna try to remember.... Um...
OH YEAH! Okay, so I made a complete self discovery today. So you know how before I was feeling all sad cause I was "alone" and crap? Well, I realized today that I'm not alone. I have my friends (and my wife.) ;] so why should I be sad? I'm not saying that I'm giving up on dating--but I'm just not going to mope about the dating scene anymore. But if, hey, you wanna take me out on a date, who am I to complain? ;]
Rainbowy:
It happened again today. They both went home and thought of ideas to toy with me; I know since girl #2 told me today after "her turn" was up. So yeah, they both had a lot more...zest and spotaneity then yesterday. Like instead of finding me in public areas, they got me in secluded places so the kissies would be...more zealous without anybody seeing. They found me in places...like the back alleyway to our school...behind the secluded drama building...in an empty hallway...They were frikkin everywhere! Girl #2 gave me a bump on the head because when she caught me in the hallway, she shoved me up against the wall and swooped down to attack! That qualifies as rape! Geesh. I've learned not to fight. It does no good; they just get rougher. So I just let them do whatever they want and then go on walking my way.
Man. By the end of this week, I'm gonna be like a pro in this kissing stuff. (Yeah, I know you like that!) ;] Sarcasm. [?]
