well, moving on from my thoughts and my beginning words.

today is a very boring day. I don't think I'm going to be doing much except staying at home for the day, and possibly having takeout food for dinner with relatives. it's to celebrate my mother's birthday which was about three days ago. I'm glad to be getting a break from school, but my classes aren't that bad. aren't so bad that they have me crying my way home. we have 8 classes in all, four on one day, and four on the next. and it alternates until the next semester when we get some new classes, mostly they just switch the electives.

A day schedule:
1st period: speech [no way I would pick this class. they gave it to me because there was "nothing left". the scheduling people seem to hate me because they did it to me twice last year.]
2nd period: english [the teacher seems to favor me. "likes my writing style" apparently, but treats the rest of the class terribly, so I'm considered a teacher's pet in this class even though I am so not a suckup. the real suckups of the class have it harder though.]
3rd period: p.e. [I can deal with having this class. it's my exercise anyway.]
4th period: you and the law. [why did I choose this class? teacher's nice though.]

(in between 2nd and 3rd we have a lunch)

B day schedule
1st period: social studies. [I have a hell of a lot to rant about in this class. teacher picks on everyone, this is the only class I seem to have problems with. the teacher's giving me a break now, moving on to another victim.]
2nd period: science [teacher's okay, I get wonderful grades in the class even though science was never one of my best subjects.]
3rd period: math [teacher's okay, I get great grades in this class and math was always one of my strong points.]
4th period: reading [I have the same teacher for english and reading so it doesn't really matter.]

luckily I have no homework, except one project and a couple quizzes to study for. *cheer*

prologue:
this is my new journal, a record of my life and times and also my place to blast whenever I feel I have something worthy of saying out loud. my first attempt(s) at an online journal was at diaryland and scribble but I find blogger way better. anyways. basics are that I'm a (female) junior high student coming into her teens. the need for a record is that there are times when you just have these brilliant moments and I feel I owe it to myself to have it somewhat published. I would put this on a free webspace provider except I haven't found one that I geniunely am satisfied with. so here's the beginning of the beginning. (I was about to say beginning of the end, but I'm not dying soon...am I? *you're probably thinking to yourself, how the hell should I know?* =) I have a lot of time on my hands, so watch out ^_^

info:
it often seems that my life has more significance than others. of course that's probably wrong, because it's very arrogant to think of yourself as more important. but to me, I feel there is some kind of destiny that will change something in the future. I spend most of my days lately at school, because school for me started on august 14 (I would think of that day as doomsday, but I don't hate school or anything...just that at times, it sucks). the rest of my days I spend lazing around on my computer or occasionally shopping for something or other. I'm not an athlete, but I don't consider myself a blob of human material. I'm just a person, maybe not a normal person, but a person at the least. I've had many attempts on keeping a diary or journal in my life, but at some point, I got tired of the pencil and paper routine. and after that I got tired of seeing how basic the online journal editing tools were. back to the athlete thought. I'm not a natural born athlete, I take p.e. and I'm doing quite well in volleyball although when we were learning the serves, first I was great, then I sucked and now I'm working back to good. I always dreaded p.e. in my elementary school years, but what can you expect? I'm a girl. my only real activities I've done outside of school for leisure and somewhat exercise was swimming. I would spend my childhood summers and late springs in our private pools because for some reason, we always lived in a house with a pool in it. when we moved, we moved to a house with a pool. so naturally, I liked swimming and developed tan legs and arms. I don't swim at the beach and I haven't been to the beach in a while though.

aside from all of that, I'm asian. vietnamese to be exact. most of the time, all we hear is "are you ___'s sister?", just because we have the same last name and we are both vietnamese. I used to humor them and say "yep, my flesh and blood." I guess we all are related in some way or another but it kinda gets old after all those years. I don't really think asians are superior to any other ethnic group, because I am strongly against racism and racial profiling. but our world is full of people who aren't necessarily bad bad people, just people who don't try as hard to look past the colors of our skin. it happens all the time, even my own family when I was little, considered the color of a classmate's skin before the classmate themself as to whether my classmate could be a playmate outside of school. I think asians have a lot to be proud of, just shouldn't go around thinking that we're the better ones.