The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm from the Vietnam, babes.
I always care a little bit too much. [...]
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:] <3 If you don't know me, get to know me. You'll have me for life.
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.
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!
