Angela's Journal of D00M

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And this is why I screwed over the writing SAT section. Anyway, I won't be using this journal anymore, except for these stupid little quizzes and possibly minor updates on my personal life. Everything else (including major updates and artwork) will probably be at my other journal--->bobangeba. Feel free to defriend and I won't hold it against you.

My new Harry Potter fanart journal. I only have one piece up so far, but it's the best thing I've ever drawn. Head on over here.

JK Rowling wins.

I finally decided to read the last three books, and for a week, I could not remove those books from my fingers. They were stuck. The entire time, it felt like I was reading a really good fanfic, except it was the real thing. I didn't like the blatant fanservice, but I enjoyed and felt it, and I guess that's really what matters.

Expect fanart. LOTS of it. An entire website dedicated to Harry Potter fanart. Although I doubt I'll ever be writing fanfiction, or anything not school related, ever again. Rowling sucked out any confidence I had in my writing. Hahaha. I think I have a shot at art, but I was not meant to be a writer.

AAAAAAAAAAAAH! WEROAHOWIRHELSHFLIWHER!!!!! OMFG!!! I JUST TOOK MY LAST AP TEST OF THE YEAR! THIS MARKS THE END OF ANY REAL WORK I WILL EVER HAVE IN HIGH SCHOOL! I'M LIBERATED! I'M GOING TO FUCKING COLLEGE! YESSSSSSS!!!

Otherwise known as: "The Story of the Transvestite Drosophila."

Once upon a time, there existed two fruit-fly kingdoms: Wild Type and Sepia Eyes. Both kingdoms were put to sleep with a wave of a wizard's magic wand. The wizard then trapped a male fly and a female fly from each kingdom in a plastic container with a little bit of food, and when they woke up, agreed to let them out once they made little fly babies for his evil experiment.

For Romeo-Fly, it was love at first sight. Juliet-Fly was large and round and had the pointiest, most feminine butt he had ever seen. The courting began. "For the both of us!" Romeo sang. "Then we'll be free!" But despite the lovely vibrations from Romeo's beautiful wings, Juliet refused to give in.

"I have something to tell you," Juliet finally said. "I am male. I destroyed my wings to create my pointed butt and gorged myself to give myself the appearance of a female. I cannot have your babies."

Romeo was shocked, but not discouraged. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I still love you."

A few days later, the wizard returned to check if Juliet had laid any eggs, but found only two flies crawling toward the seal of the container in their desperate attempts to escape. He tapped the container furiously to shake them to the bottom. Then, in his raging fit, he crushed Romeo between the dry food and the side of the container and tipped the container over so that Romeo's corpse fell on top of Juliet.

Heartbroken, Juliet lay beside the body of Romeo and wept until she passed out. An hour later, the wizard found two died flies, lying side by side, their legs still entangled. "Pity she didn't take him while he was still alive," the wizard thought, and threw them both away.

The end. True story. The wizard (who is actually female) is still kind of fuming over her failed AP biology lab data.

I feel as if I'm about to drop dead from schoolwork, while trying to keep all my grades above a B. This should not be happening second semester senior year. I don't understand why teachers feel the need to assert their authority now. Okay, so after six years of high school and finally getting into college, seniors decide they don't need to study anymore for your class. Stop weeping over it and overloading our schedules just to spite us. Besides, AP tests are coming up.

Healthy people carrying bags less than a foot long and under the age of sixty should not be allowed to sit on the subway. People who take up two or more seats should stop eating or be banned from public transportation. Teenage girls and young women carrying two by four inch brand name purses who shove people aside to get a seat should be shot in the face.

I feel like a Nazi today.

P.S. I am Baobabs. Rawr.


Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz

Me: Hi, Mom. This is a letter from Wellesley about financial aid. I think it's important.

Mom: Let me see.

Me: Here's another letter from Wellesley addressed to Angela's parents.

Mom: I'll take it.

Me: And here are all the letters from the other seven colleges. *throws in trash*

Mom: Okay.

I was totally making a point, and she only managed to prove it further my missing it. Argh, Asian parents. If they haven't heard of a school, they just don't care. I asked my mom if we could visit Bryn Mawr again and she was like, "Why would we do that?" as if I had never even applied there. This is kind of pissing me off.

( Asian Cupid? )

The only thing worse than being a nerd or being a procrastinator is being both at the same time. Being a nerd cancels out being a procrastinator and being a procrastinator cancels out being a nerd and now I'm just average. Nothing special. Which sucks.

I need to study for APs.

Okay, so I made up my own meme. I'm dorky and bored.

List 10 original Mary Sue/Marty Stu characters you have written about/thought about/dreamt of (past --> recent):

Lisa (1996) - Blue hair. Saves a little boy from a plane crash. Likes to cry into hot men's chests.

Amika Tsunami (1998) - Shy Japanese girl with naturally blond hair as long as China. Yay.

Roy (1999) - Pyromaniac. Loner. Genius. Looks exactly like Ryo from Ronin Warriors. Hmmm...

Kyrie Snape (2001) - Karina, Kyla... I honestly don't remember her name. Snape's sister. Remus's girlfriend. Talks to her teddy bear. Commits suicide.

??? (2002) - Forgot his name too. General of some imaginary kingdom. Hot stuff. Wears a mask. Likes whorehouses.

Kiyoshi (2003) - Quiet mysterious homosexual pedophilic incestuous older brother who looks like a woman and leads a pack of cannibals. Yum.

Sean Walter (2005) - High school senior. Soft-spoken and soft-hearted. Stands up for his little brother. Nearly gets raped by his little brother's female English teacher. *gasp*

Ilya Vladimirov Sviatoslavov (2006) - Young Soviet pianist. In love with his retarded but hard-working older brother. Artsy fartsy, girly, and gay. Obviously. Likes kittens.

Leroy David (2007) - High school senior. Typical nice guy. Hard-working and outgoing. Class president. Loving middle-class family. Has a blind sister.

(insert Chinese characters here) (2007) - Chinese immigrant. Patched clothing. Thick glasses. Sells vegetables on the streets while studying his textbooks. My future husband.

What the hell was I smoking just two and a half hours ago?
The remains of my Vassar rejection letter. Obviously. It made a nice cigar. But anyway, I'm happy now, and I'm writing again. Old story, new chapter.
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Dad's Seen It All: Chapter Two
Asian parents are crazy. Thomas' dad is no exception, especially after his American wife left him. Now, he's determined to find his nerdy outcast son a Chinese girlfriend. So what does Leroy, the friendly American kid, have to do with all this? (Romance/Humor)

Rubik's Cube. Two minutes. I am God. God knows I didn't mean that...

Anyway, I'm saying an early goodbye to LJ. I sort of already left a while ago, but I probably won't update as frequently after this summer. My goal is Harvard Medical School. For the next four years, I will have no life. I'm glad to say that fandom has already left me, so I won't have to worry much about dying to get fanfics on paper. I will, however, continue to write stories and personal essays. :)

For the first time in my life, I have something substantial to be proud of.

What the hell was I smoking just two and a half hours ago? Please ignore my last entry. I cannot believe I would even consider Hamilton over Wellesley. Or even Vassar. Did I mention I can take classes at MIT?

Wellesley '11

Vassar rejected me. It killed me for a while before my dad reminded me that I had used my answer to "Why Hamilton?" for my Vassar application (after changing the name, of course) because I had thought it was the most honest and natural response I could possibly give to any college. So technically, Hamilton was my first choice until I became a brand name whore.

*cough* Okay, so I deserve the rejection. But it still hurts to think some other brand name whore from my school who probably got into Harvard applied to Vassar as "back-up." Aaaargh.

So why Hamilton and not Wellesley? Because I cried my eyes out until my parents agreed to visit the campus again. But honestly, I don't know yet. Hamilton 2011 just makes me happier at the moment.

New layout from printedlayouts.

Finger DDR is my new love. I'm also getting a Rubik's Cube in the mail tomorrow (or rather, later today), and hopefully my Vassar and Hamilton acceptance letters. And my Barnard rejection letter. Yes, Barnard, I think I'm too good for you.

I've given into Geekdom. Goal: Learn to solve a Rubik's Cube in less than a minute. If I'm ever going to find a geeky unathletic Chinese slave husband with fat glasses and fluent Mandarin, I must do what I must do.

It's 2:00 in the morning. I'm still doing my lit paper. Bio test and large amounts of math homework on Thursday. This should not be allowed during college letter week.

P.S. It looks like I'm going to Wellesley. Mom won't stop nagging me until I promise not to go to Vassar if I get in. No hope for Bryn Mawr or Hamilton, as much as I adore them both. She probably won't even pay my tuition if I decide to go to anything not Wellesley. 27% Asian. Goddammit, that's not normal.

...my college predictions were wrong. I was in the school bathroom stall, peeing and listening to my voice mail at the same time, and was just about to hang up at the eighth message when I heard my mom's voice, telling me I got into Wellesley. WELLESLEY. And I screamed, "HOLY SHIT I GOT INTO WELLESLEY!!!" to my friend neopluto who was still peeing and my eighth grade math teacher happened to be washing her hands and she congratulated me. Ironically, I got a C- in her class four years ago.

So that makes my GPA the lowest from my school to have ever gotten into Wellesley. I mean, 87. No one below 90 has ever made it. Damn. And that's about as good as my list of colleges gets. I did something right. Totally unexpected boost of confidence. Maybe I won't be rejected from Hamilton and Vassar after all.

Why do I sometimes get the feeling that what I want isn't really what I want or what I say I want or what I think I want? Maybe I just want to be a writer or an artist, but I don't want to end up poor for the sake of self-expression. Maybe I want to be a doctor and help people, but I'm not sure if I want those extra four years of medical school, and I'm not sure if it's what I want to do for the rest of my life. Maybe all of this is just fantasy, and I don't really want to do anything. Except sleep. And eat mushroom and cheese. Maybe with all my feminist talk of being better than men and supporting myself, what I really want it just to sit around all day and be a lazy housewife who can have time to write stories and draw pictures of gay high school boys.

*shudder*

Am I shuddering because I find it terrifying? Because my parents and friends finds it terrifying? Or because my own morals and beliefs find it terrifying? I want to do something substantial in life, or maybe I don't. Is it all for the sake of helping people? Pride? Guilt? Or maybe I just really need to see a psychiatrist.

This is what happens when you're in second semester of your senior year and you have nothing big due within the next month and you're waiting for college results.

Your Linguistic Profile:

60% General American English

35% Yankee

0% Dixie

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

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Okay, no more. :)