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: {Our Hell by: Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton}
Moods: Mellow and "pretty rainbowy" if you know what I mean.
Mellow:
I dunno, I'm just kinda...off today. I'm not really hyper or anything today. Which is weird. Because I'm always hyper. Or I dunno, optimistic about SOMETHING. Maybe it's that song up there ^ ^ ^ ^ that's making me all calm. Or something. I'm not sure. Ugh, my dog is going beserk right now. I don't even feel like asking him to shut up. Its just...an off day for me. :| I need a hug from somebody. Anybody.
Rainbowy:
Ughhh I have some pretty weird friends mannn. So yeah, this morning, I see one of my girlfriends and she comes over to hug me as usual, but today, she like, I dunno...it felt like she was groping me. She was pressing herself up against me. >> I won't tell you which PART of her body she was pressing...but I think you can guess. Did I mention, that she's bi? ^^ It might help alleviate the confusion. So yeah, she knows her sexual orientation, don't worry. But then she sees another one of our girlfriends, and that girl, (who is also bi. Yeah, all the girls at my school are pretty much bi. Stupid boys toyed with our hearts one too many times, and look at what they get! RAINBOW POWA!) comes up to us, gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek (normal, don't worrwe kiss on the cheek all the time) but then turns to our friend, and starts making out with her. Now, my immediate reaction was "Ugh! Those betches didn't tell me that they started going out?!" so I pull girl #1 aside (after #2 left), and I'm like "Hey! You guys are going out? What happened to your other gf?!" She turns to me and goes "Oh I broke up with her. And two, we're not going out. That's just how we're saying hello now." and she pulls me forward and steals my first kiss! =o There was tongue action too, if you know what I mean. (all on HER side. I was desperately trying to claw my way out) But... its not that I don't dig chickies...but that was totally uncalled for! I was saving that first kiss. My lipginity has been taken! ='O AND then, girl #1 told girl #2, that apparently, I was in on their "hello kissing" circle now, so girl #2 saw me at lunch, pulled me aside and while we were both talking to each other, she grabs my face and pulls me forward and started frenching! I tried to pull away, but she just laughed and kept doing it. So I just stood there, unresponsive, until she was done.
I heart the both of them, but I'm worried that they're going to start a "slut status" for the both of them (and me!) if they're just gonna snog each other (and me) everytime they see me. (Save it for indoors... ;] kidding)
Song: {Light on My Shoulder by: Susie Suh}
Moods: Grr, Tired, Stressed, Weirded Out, Wow, Happy!
Ignore the suck-esque video. I couldn't find a good one. So just listen to the song.
Grrr:
My English teacher assigned to us (on Friday) a four page essay to do. It's due today at 11.59 PM. So me, the procrastinator, is working on it now. I'm just taking a quick break.
Tired:
I just am.
Stressed: History Project assigned as well. That one is due in two weeks. IT's pretty huge. And I get to do it on my country, Vietnam! Yoop.
Weirded Out: So my friend tried to hook me up with a guy...through MSN. Ugh, NO. He was really weird. Oh best part? He lives in New Jersey. What the faaack, seriously, I'm not going to "go out" with a guy, through MSN, who lives in New Jersey! The only way I would go out with someone online is: I have to be friends with them first. And they have to at least live in the same freakin state as I am. It was just a weird situation. She's talking to him on her computer or whatev. And she turns to me and goes, "He wants to talk to you." So I just type "hi there." into the computer and he immediately types back "Hey there, sexy." and I just said "Um... sexy? Really? You're gonna go there?" His response? "I'll go anywhere with you hun." So I went ballistic and went into a frenzy. I typed back something like "Do you even know my name? No, you probably don't. I don't do the flirting thing unless I know you. So I'll have to ask you to fuck off." And Oh ho ho...oh ho. He has the balls to say "One, your name is Samantha. Two, I love it when sexy girls get feisty." So after "politely" telling him off, I signed off and my friend just says "Isn't he totally cute?" I love her cuz she's my friend and all, but sometimes, she can be really DENSE.
Wow:
Did you know that there's this nifty chat thing on theO? I didn't, I just found out like ten minutes ago! You have to be a member for at least 3 months to use it, though. But I've been a member for like two years, so that means that I can make a ROOM. :D And if I wanted to chat with some of you, and I wanted it to be private convo, I could add a password for you to type into the nifty "password" box. ;] Ahhh so excited. I want to use it.
Happy:
Um. I forgot what I was happy about. >< Oops. If I remember, I'll add it on as an edit later. Eheh.
Song: {None}
Moods: Happy!
Happy:
Yes!
I did it, betches. Bold is me honors classes.
REPORT CARD:
Algebra II P: A-
Jazz II: A+
Wrld Hist H: A
English II H: A
Chemistry H: A
Latin II: A-
GPA: 4.6
Song: {Love Remains the Same by: Gavin Rossdale}
Moods: Proud, Happy, Worried, Sad
Proud:
Well haha, all you peeps thought that I was stupid in math cause of my D+...but HAH I beg to differ! I gots an A+ on me test today. =D My teacher told me that the only reason why my grade is so low is because I was absent so much. So after that A+ and I KNOW I'm getting an A on the test tomorrow since I studied my ass off. And I got an A on the last math quiz...And I'm turning in ALL of my absent work. So she said that it should raise me to a B. Not an A...but at least my mom won't like...massacre me. So ha, I'm not stupid!! I also managed to get an A in my Honors Chemistry class. You should know, btw, that only about 2% of the class have an A in that class. >> It's hard. Actually, I believe I have an A in all of my honors classes. *waggles eyebrows* Ooh yeah, baby. (Ahaha, Kay, incidental shoutout to you!)
Happy:
I have a permanent swing partner! I can perform this year! Woot! And he's a sweetie, so it makes dancing with him a LOT easier than dancing with a pervert. He's so nice though, and no pervervish (did I just make up a new word?) thoughts either. His poor hands were shaking for the first like ten minutes of dancing! Aww he was scared. But after joking around with him for a while, he loosened up. :]
Worried:
So my Latin teacher's computer went WACKO and it accidently gave me a... D+!! I had a B in that stupid class! But she said she'll try to figure out how to fix the glitch before the grading period ends, but how the hell is that gonna happen by TOMORROW! I can't have that freaking D+ showing up on that freakin progress report! And it's not even MY D+. MY actual grade in that class is an 87.5%! Grrr! I'm not stupid!!
Sad:
My friend has officially reached Canada. She doesn't like the cold.
Song: {Guo Min by: Rainie Yang}
Moods: Worried, Scared, Angerah!, Confused, Sad
Worried:
I'm desperately trying to bring up my math grade. I was absent a LOT because I get sick A LOT. And I have a D+. Outrage! OUTRAGE! I've never had a D in my life! Grading period ends on FRIDAY peeps. And THIS certain progress report is sent home to the parents. Do you REMEMBER that crazy asian mother video I posted up here? Well, if I don't bring up my grade, you're not going to hear from me for a very long time.... It doesn't matter that I have an A in the rest of my classes. One faulty and BAM. I'm dead. My mom beats me with a giant bamboo stick. It hurts. It leaves scars [physical and emotional] So I'm desperately trying to make up all of my missed homework...which is more than ten freaking assignments...
Scared:
Scared of that D+ fsho.
Angerah!:
Latin group. I was on my feet for eight hours yesterday. I didn't sit down from 10 am to 5 pm. And this girl keeps trying to...grr....take over. Its pishin me off. She needs to shut the hell up. For serial. ~~~ And then this bitch in the Swing club is suffering from some sort of inferiority complex or something because she talks shit about everybody and then she acts like she's an angel. Shooot. She shoots up drugs and she's a little slut. And everybody freakin knows it cause she tells the whole damn world! Well, if she wants to mess up her health and life, that's fine. But she needs to stop being a hypocrite!
Confused:
My ex completely like changed... into a nice person. And he changed his clothes "style" too. He came in class today with this fly shirt and this cool blue argyle sweater, dark skinnies (but not TOO skinny), and Chucks. Which is a big change from what he USED to wear. Everyday it used to be...shirt and jeans. Shirt and jeans. Shirt and jeans. (And the shirts were not that nice...) And we're totally cool and all now cause we resolved everything... we even hugged today! But he's just being a total sweetie again. And it's making it REALLY HARD for me to get over him now. REALLY HARD! Emphasis on the really hard, btw.
Sad:
My friend is moving to Canada. Boo.
