WOW... I'm tired. Let's re-cap, shall we?

Friday, February 01, 2002
Justin stopped by a little before Albie did. It's kind of un-nerving to know that Vinh wants to get his dumb-ass nose all up in our "biz-naz"... LOL He was asking stupid questions just because he wanted to be nosey. Blech. It's OK though... at least he finally realized that he should take his heartattack meat sticks into mom and dad's room to eat while watching TV. Too bad he didn't decide to do that earlier so that I would get a chance to talk to Justin more... but it's OK... I think we talk to each other enough times during the day (although not without the occassional blah-blah-ing from Vinh in the background. Damn him. But, I must learn to control my temper when it comes to that nutsack or else my dad is going to get anal again. Pfft. He says that I yell too much. I DON'T THINK THAT I YELL TOO MUCH, DO YOU!?!?!?! lol. But yeah. I think I cried myself to sleep this night because dad busted out his "you always think of yourself and not your education or your family" lecture again. I really wanted to say something back... like "You think that I never care for my family?! You think that I'm just here to 'hang out' with friends?! WTF do you think I'm doing in school then?! NO, WAIT. I get my ass to school early every fucking day just so I can hang out with my friends, who don't arrive until five minutes before the bell rings. Of course, it's because of all of my friends that my grades are so LOW... I have a fucking 3.72 GPA... MY GOD!! I'm never going to get a fucking future with that shitty excuse for a GPA!!! NOOOO!!! I think I'll go kill myself now! And I don't care what you think... remember, I don't care enough about my family in order to work my ass off everyday cleaning and cooking and whatnot!" UGH!!! GEEZ!!!! Whatever... whatever... whatever. *sigh* I felt like calling either Albie or Justin... but I didn't want to bother them with my problems at like... 1 in the morning. I wanted to go online earlier but my dad was hogging the phone lines. Fuck.

Saturday, February 02, 2002
Today was our tennis "banquet"... if you can really call it that. ^_^ Hehe... We went to Citywalk. It was cold at first, but the little torch posts were warm. I felt myself deep-frying like so many chinese foods... lol. But anyway, after wandering around aimlessly for a few hours, we finally decided to find a restaurant to eat in. Van and I walked all the way to the other side of Citywalk to find a frickin' directory. It sucks... but whatever. There aren't really that many "good" restaurants there so we decided to eat at Wolfgang Puck's. The food was up-the-wazoo expensive... and not really worth the price that we paid for it. I didn't know that ordering a rotisserie chicken would mean getting the whole damn bird. Geez that thing was blech looking. It tasted OK... but for $14, I would've rather gone somewhere else to eat. =/ Then, after dinner, I was calculating the bill, as was the tradition... lol. I accidently calculated it for 12 people instead of 11... sucks ass. So, we end up short by like $26... and so we had to chip in an assload of moolah just to make up for it. =/ I had to break a $20 just to finish off the last $2 that was missing. Boo... but whatever. It's OK... *sob* Haha. The wait for our table wasn't that good either. We waited for almost an hour to get the damn table. BOO! So yeah... that was it. After stuffing our faces, we all went home and stayed there. lol. I was going to go online again, but then mom and dad wouldn't let me... and by the time that I could go online, everyone was offline... =) oops. SORRY!