tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21549553741412679192024-02-07T22:16:33.460-08:00Lazy Girl Gets Sh*t DoneOne lazy girl's adventures in high school, DIY, and money <strike>spending</strike> saving. Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-50221671106890592702013-08-26T11:14:00.000-07:002013-08-26T11:14:46.088-07:00A New Year<br />
Obviously, it's not New Year's yet. That's all the way in January and we're not even done with August yet. I'm talking about a different new year. The one that marks a student's life with dread. The new school year!<br />
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*cue horror music*<br />
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Let's face it. As students, the majority of us measure our years by school year instead of actual calendar years. In addition, every new school year we tell ourselves the same thing. <i>I'm going to get good grades this year. I'll work harder.</i><br />
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Does it ever actually happen? Um, no.<br />
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This year it'll be different. I whine and gripe all the time about how hard math is and how I hate math and how I'm stupid. Frankly, negativity is my thing. But I've been taking an SAT prep class during the summer and I'm <i>horrible</i> at it. I get the most wrong answers in the class and whenever the math teacher calls on me, I have no idea how to answer his question. This class is helping me, though, and hopefully after this ordeal I'll be able to get the SAT score I want.<br />
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I'm learning from this, and not just how to "attack" the SAT. Whenever I start to feel hopeless and stupid and frustrated, I stop myself and think <i>I'm good at math. I'm learning</i>. It sounds ridiculous, but it helps. It clears my perfectionism because it reminds me that it's okay not to understand because I'm learning.<br />
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Everyone's been raving over positive affirmations for a long time, but I was always too much of a downer to join them. This school year, I'll use them.<br />
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This school year, I'm going to ace my courses (including math and AP Bio). It's a new year, it's a new start.<br />
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<br />Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-71210415055189389502013-07-15T19:35:00.001-07:002013-07-15T19:35:39.750-07:00New DirectionNo, not One Direction, the British boy band. NEW Direction.<br />
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I'm trying to change this blog to reflect more of who I actually am, not the ideal I want to be. And if I'm anything, it's lazy. Sometimes I get into these obsessive moods where I want to the perfect girl who gets a 5.0 GPA, is president of the school council, reads to blind dogs and cats, weighs ninety pounds, and who is the captain of the track team.<br />
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As if! Most of the time it's an accomplishment if I even get out of bed before eight. Hell, it's an accomplishment if I even change out of my pajamas during the summer.<br />
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So that's what I am. I'm lazy.<br />
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I do want to get things done, though, hence the blog name "Lazy Girl Gets Sh*t Done". It's a purely idealistic thought, considering the most I've accomplished today is one unit of Driver's Ed and haven't even studied for the SAT since a week ago.<br />
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But maybe by acknowledging my laziness, I can get things done. In the past, I'd pull myself out of a nap and do ALL the things in one day. I'd keep trying to do ALL the things until I eventually burnt myself out and fell to the floor in an exhausted heap.<br />
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New strategy: Do a little bit each day. Don't get overwhelmed...<br />
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And keep taking naps because they rock.<br />
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<br />Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-54259905613333861082013-06-23T14:27:00.000-07:002013-06-23T14:27:21.943-07:00Relaunch and StuffSo I've been enjoying my summer in Europe. Yeah, you read it right. I'm in Europe. Finals were horrible and I'm sure any good therapist would tell you I don't remember much of it because I'm blocking painful memories. That's true. I survived the school year, though, and it feels so great to be free.<br />
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And free still has its chains like SAT prep and reviewing science and math for next year, but this is so much better than school. I'm introverted so it's easier for me to work by myself. It's not that I don't like people because I do...sometimes. Other times I hate people more than that grumpy old neighbor of yours.<br />
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Meeh, off topic again. Europe is amazing and I love it to death. There are a LOT of pickpockets in Paris, just fyi. It was insane how many times my aunt and uncle almost got pickpocketed. My aunt slapped away someone's hand from her purse!<br />
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More tales and pictures to come.<br />
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Another warning: I might change my blog name and URL and a lot of other things if I get around to it. This blog is kind of depressing and the quest to be perfect is extremely unhealthy and unrealistic.<br />
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And who knows? I might get morose and obsessive again. But hopefully I'll be bloggin' through it all and I'll be YOUR moody little teenage sister.<br />
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Yeah, I don't know either. Will you let me blame it on 3 hours of sleep?Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-49837729998201159862013-05-27T18:49:00.001-07:002013-05-27T18:49:01.919-07:00Crunch timeIt's a week away from finals and I'm a nervous wreck. Due to stress, four ugly pimples have bloomed on my face and I've gained four pounds from stress eating. How much studying have I done? ...a lot but not enough. I'm aiming for an A on my math test tomorrow and an A on the final. What's my average math test score? Uh, C?<div><br></div><div>Wish me luck and I'm off to the world of studying!</div>Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-9182800546561771002013-04-16T16:25:00.001-07:002013-04-16T16:29:56.522-07:00I know I'm not a regular blogger...And that kind of sucks. I have this obsession with perfection as you all know but I'm hopelessly lazy at the same time.<br />
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Bleeeh, how have you guys been? My parents have started turning off the internet in order to force us to study but it hasn't really been working. They forget that my brother has an iPhone and that I can read for hours.<br />
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Teenager rebellion is tough. My version of rebelling is forging my mom's signature because she won't let me take AP Biology next year. She found out, of course, and we fought over whether or not I could handle a class like that.<br />
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Yes, I'm rebelling by torturing myself. Too many APs aren't good, blah, blah, blah. My GPA needs this. :)<br />
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On another random note, drinking tea right before bed is a bad idea.<br />
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<br />Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-49538571905683697722013-03-22T22:52:00.001-07:002013-03-22T22:52:02.805-07:00MeeehSo my grades haven't seen very much improvement but I did start exercising. It's only walking a few miles a day, but I haven't progressed along enough to jog. My poor body just isn't able to handle it. Lately, my friends have all been exercising and one of them lost 10 lbs! It's enough motivation for me to get my butt kicked into gear. The sad thing is that none of my friends even let me talk about dieting.<br />
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They say I'm too skinny even though I'm not and ignore the fact that my body is so soft and loose that I look like a middle aged woman. I may have small bones but I lack any muscle and my fat just...hangs off me. I have a muffin top too. It's gross, I know.<br />
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I want a healthier lifestyle because unlike the rest of the Americans, I don't want heart disease in my late thirties because as a teenager I was too stupid to take care of my body. Wow, what a run on sentence that was. But whenever I try to join in their conversations about healthy foods and new exercises, they just chide me and say "You're so skinny" and then leave me out of the rest of the conversation.<br />
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It's really annoying, but I didn't mean to complain about that. xD If anything, by shutting me out they're motivating me to be healthier. Just you see.<br />
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Competitive much, Juju?<br />
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Yes, very. :)Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-15143648409556217302013-01-27T11:35:00.002-08:002013-01-27T11:35:32.993-08:00MotivationIt's been over a month since I last posted. Whoops, I am very sorry about that. Blogging regularly isn't a talent of mine, as you can see. There was a lag in the self-improvement journey because I'm such a procrastinator and I have motivation issues, but I think things are going smoothly right now. While I'm not much of a runner (my knees are sort of bad for a youngster) I have taken up walking/speed walking and might actually try jogging soon. Because, really, speed walking is for old ladies, and while I am one inside, my body isn't actually like that yet. I bought some nice sneakers the other day and got a pair of simple ballet flats so I don't have to wear sneakers every day.<br />
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Motiviational-wise, I have a bunch of cheesy quotes taped around my room so hopefully that'll get me to work harder.<br />
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It's getting warm where I live, so I should probably get rid of my winter flab so I can look cute in shorts. ;) We'll see how that goes, as someone who adores food and loathes exercise.<br />
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The semester ended this week for my school, and it's time for semester two. Ugh, there's a whole other semester to muddle through? It should be over, right? The good news is that I have a B in math. Not a B- or a C or a D. I got a solid B!<br />
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Hopefully, 2013 will be my year.<br />
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xoxo,<br />
JujuJujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-7253536203420586592012-12-24T10:46:00.000-08:002012-12-24T10:46:33.169-08:00Christmas EveIt's Christmas Eve here in the states, and even though I know it's Christmas in other places of the world, I'm bent on celebrating my Christmas Eve the way my family does every year: with Christmas specials on the tv and lots of cookie baking. This year we have friends coming to visit and they're arriving today, so the whole relaxation thing takes a backseat to our frantic cleaning. :P It's all good, though, because I really like the family friends who are visiting. They're coming from across the country and have two children around my age. The only problem is that since I'm a spoiled, materialistic American teenager, my parents bought me a lot of gifts. And since the friends are going to be here on Christmas day, they'll witness me opening a million presents and generally being spoiled.<br />
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While I don't mind the number of gifts I have (I don't really care very much about the gifts I get for Christmas. I just like the "Christmas Spirit" and giving gifts. I'm bad at being materialistic when it's acceptable.) a huge part of me is worried about being judged by our visitors. My parents are also fairly worried about that, so they've been trying to make me open my presents early. Which isn't working, because I'm a stickler for opening everything at once on Christmas morning.<br />
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This reads more like a diary entry than anything, so I'm sorry for being an awful blogger.<br />
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Merry Christmas, everyone! (Or Christmas Eve, I guess) I hope you all have an amazing holiday~<br />
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Love,<br />
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I was browsing Modcloth after a (failure of a) study marathon. These are some super cute things among the already ridiculously cute items for sale online. The first bag is my favorite. It looks 2d.<br />
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<br />Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-65942796039260279642012-12-13T14:57:00.001-08:002012-12-13T14:57:49.806-08:00Quick updateI failed another math test today. ^_^ Oops. I got the last quiz back and was surprised to find that I got a C on it. Not horrible, but nothing to be proud about. Hehe, this isn't my strong suit.Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-12718732711862395422012-12-12T13:41:00.003-08:002012-12-12T13:41:15.707-08:00StressGave up on studying and am now focused on not having panic attacks in the middle of class. The joys of being a mental case. ;P<br />
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On the up side, I bought a cute pair of rain boots and am now waiting for it to rain. BRING IT, NATURE.<br />
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Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-85894243770067181142012-12-03T18:27:00.001-08:002012-12-03T18:27:58.249-08:00Work work work and no play should give this girl an ASo yeah, I don't really spend a lot of time studying. I'm lazy, and since I'm in high school, everyone around me brags about getting great grades without studying. What about me? Well...there's just so many other things I want to do other than study.<br />
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So many other things that turn me into a procrastinator.<br />
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It's pretty awful to never want to do something, but expect decent results and finals are just around the corner. (2 weeks! Why didn't I start studying earlier!?) I wrote game plans for my academic classes and the material I need to study, as well as the time frame last night. But now that it's Monday and time to get crackin' on those textbooks, I'm having a difficult time dragging myself away from the computer. It doesn't help that I'm failing math, so studying for that will be learning the units instead of just refreshing my memory.<br />
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So I whined a ton to get this stuff out of my system. Better get back to the Spanish textbook and finish memorizing the fact that la portada means network. :P<br />
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Wish me luck!Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-57507983825496329712012-11-23T23:26:00.001-08:002012-11-23T23:26:29.011-08:00NadaWell, if you don't speak Spanish or if you're not familiar with the Americanisms we have here, nada means nothing. I'm only calling it an Americanism because most Americans know a few Spanish words that we integrate into our normal everyday lives. Tacos don't count. I'm not sure if it's the same in other countries, so I'm sorry if it's not actually an Americanism. I'm not stuck up, I swear! ;)<br />
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I seem to spend a lot of time (okay, all) ranting about how much a suck and things along those lines. Nothing's really changed on any front, but oh well. I've had a week off school for our Thanksgiving break and so far I haven't even touched my homework. Oops! That is entirely my fault and I'll spend all of tomorrow frantically playing catch up. The good news is that I've had an amazing break. My sister and I cooked all day on Thursday, and I'm glad to say that dinner was amazing! Our guests ate almost everything, so the food was either really good or they were starving. ;P<br />
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I'll get back into that self-hate stuff when school starts again, but it's nice to be a little less high strung all the time. Have any of you seen Rise of the Guardians? I watched it with my friends and it's amaaazing. Jack Frost is strangely attractive for an animated character. It doesn't hurt that Chris Pine voice acts him. <3 Oh, his voice!<br />
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C in that class. Ugh, math is a life skill that I will never have. D:<br />
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Well, I've got to study my butt off more! See ya later~<br />
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~JujuJujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-51363958483308592582012-11-09T16:22:00.002-08:002012-11-09T16:22:46.599-08:00SickUgh, I spent the day home today because I was sick. It was probably a poor choice, but when I woke up this morning, I honestly couldn't stand up without wanting to puke. My mom was skeptical, but I didn't want to risk puking in class and being known as "the girl who puked" all year. :( Now I'm behind, or should I say more behind, in my classes. Not only did I stay home for the entire day, but I also didn't do anything.<br />
Instead of working on my schoolwork so I won't be as behind when I come back, I slept like a lazy person all day. Ugh, this is so stupid.<br />
I'm just always wasting my time!<br />
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Sniffles and nausea,<br />
JujuJujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-34839873894283092612012-11-08T15:20:00.003-08:002012-11-08T15:20:50.024-08:00Oops!Oops, I almost forgot I had a blog. Sorry for not posting in just about forever and dropping off the face of the planet. ^_^ That was pretty stupid of me. There's been no real progress since I've started this blog and I've actually gained weight! I know, right? So annoying. School = stress = more food = weight gain. =_= I wish I was one of those skinny girls who can eat whatever they want and never get fat.<br />
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On the other things I wanted to work on, there's been no real progress either. I'm still a little introverted shy girl, still wearing jeans and sweatshirts, and still no make up or hairstyling. I know! What have I been doing all these months?<br />
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Nothing. :P Absolutely nothing. I've just wasted time on the internet.<br />
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The school year is back in session and guess what? I'm also failing that. For the first time ever, I'm literally failing my math class. For me, math is the hardest thing ever. I just sit in class and listen and take notes, but I never understand what my teacher's saying! Another thing in the way of my imaginary perfection. :( No matter how hard I try, I don't understand what's happening. I tried getting students to explain things to me and I've been staying behind after class to make the teacher re-explain things, but that doesn't work either! I'm just not designed for school, poo.<br />
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And yeah, I guess that's my goal. To be perfect. I'm like the opposite of perfect right now, sadly enough.<br />
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Blah, blah, blah, it's unhealthy and whatever.<br />
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So is what I'm doing now.<br />
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See you soon!<br />
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~JujuJujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-44845043849945103332012-04-22T21:51:00.000-07:002012-04-22T21:51:10.549-07:00Trend Alert: PastelFor certain Japanese fashions, pastels have been in trend for a long time. (Lolita, Fairy-kei, Mori girl, ect) But here in the states, pastels are transitioning from Easter grandma wear to a cute spring trend. I love these muted tones so much! One of my favorite spring trends. Among the leading brands, Louis Vuitton's released an adorably pale ad campaign featuring these pale new bags!<br />
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<br />Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-86278988656354523022012-04-10T14:02:00.002-07:002012-04-10T14:07:24.364-07:00Surprises!My last post included a short-ish rant on my ability to get lost anywhere. I guess I'm lucky because not many people get superpowers like I do--even if getting lost isn't a helpful one. X3<div><br /></div><div>My mama must've been psychically connected to me or something (yes, I'm reading about superheroes. How can you tell?) because today she surprised my family with tickets to NYC! We'll be spending the next four days in New York City and she has the entire trip planned out with friends of hers. I can't believe it! How'd she keep it a secret from us?</div><div><br /></div><div>Spontaneous trips rock. :D This is the first time she's ever done something like this and it's super fun! In a few hours, I'm going to go to the airport and get on an airplane to go to the coolest place ever! I was on facebook with one of my sorta friends and she gave me a list of restaurants that I should visit during my trip. I better charge my cellphone so I can call my mama if I get lost. XD</div><div><br /></div><div>New York is a huge city. If I somehow do get lost, I sure as heck am not going to be able to find my way by myself.</div>Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-5591360978191226542012-04-09T08:09:00.002-07:002012-04-09T08:23:45.076-07:00The Art of Getting LostI think I'm stupid. I really do. How can almost everyone I know find their way around this tiny, tiny town so flawlessly? They know where everything is, the shortcuts, and exactly where they are and how to get somewhere else. I live in a small hick town and I can't even bike to the grocery store by myself. Say it with me, folks, paaaaathetic.<div><br /></div><div>I'm the complete opposite, guys. I can get lost going to the bathroom in my school. Like, seriously. (Not really. I'm not a total idiot) When I was in my mama's womb, rackin' up nutrition, I think I must've lacked what I needed to grow a brain. Or any kind of directional radar. Maybe she with held them from me because she wanted to have a better sense of direction.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's really sad. My friends will be like, "Do you want to go for frozen yogurt at x or y location?" and I'll just be like, "I don't care. Can I go to your house before so we can bike together?"</div><div><br /></div><div>It's gonna suck when I start driving. I'm moving to a city with a great public transportation system in the future, just fyi. But knowing me, I'll probably get lost in the subway. ; ^ ;</div><div><br /></div><div>The good thing is that I have firsthand experience with getting lost. I just ask people where I am and how to get somewhere until I get pointed in the right location. No foreign countries for me in the future. I'd probably overstay my welcome and have some international force think that I'm a criminal. NO, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM, THANKYOUVERYMUCH.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hehe, that's why my sister carries the map with her while we're on vacation. It's a complete waste on me. </div>Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-44019571739329553962012-04-08T08:57:00.004-07:002012-04-08T09:27:45.352-07:00Happy Easter<div>Happy Easter! I made cute Easter egg shaped cake pops last night to celebrate but it was my first attempt at making cake pops so they were just lumpy messes lol. When I was younger, my neighborhood used to have a HUGE Easter egg hunt but I was never allowed to participate because I always helped set it up. It was okay though, because I'm a bit of an old soul. Making conversation with the grownups while mooching the left over candy was all right for me.</div><div><br />Please bear with my ugly photos. I'm not much of a photographer. :P<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDejsVpG0ETCjNH-qCb7v-z0JhyphenhyphenQrA55oK18dN6P-O6nAFNN9Q7m_7x0nZ9vOxc2Fwe3H2QfBRh0eevfhFo7cJKYDR4P_CWL_2GL72heLROr6w1B59ly3-1f6cUW5O3a9Se2l21pgrG8/s1600/DSCF0263.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDejsVpG0ETCjNH-qCb7v-z0JhyphenhyphenQrA55oK18dN6P-O6nAFNN9Q7m_7x0nZ9vOxc2Fwe3H2QfBRh0eevfhFo7cJKYDR4P_CWL_2GL72heLROr6w1B59ly3-1f6cUW5O3a9Se2l21pgrG8/s320/DSCF0263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729065591206427442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Failed cake pops.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4pWzvwldlCDA9yx7kH0KBC9OGI2kdtx4_7Ewfg08FUtjW_BaZArD7Jw8evSjHNB3KPB5_Fqp6eK-EjKhCQIWlfOhQ2rQ1o6IwyFIOBxRVrjsoXhUKa3BhBp3JrDVbgsbuRKQCoS34do/s1600/DSCF0264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4pWzvwldlCDA9yx7kH0KBC9OGI2kdtx4_7Ewfg08FUtjW_BaZArD7Jw8evSjHNB3KPB5_Fqp6eK-EjKhCQIWlfOhQ2rQ1o6IwyFIOBxRVrjsoXhUKa3BhBp3JrDVbgsbuRKQCoS34do/s320/DSCF0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729065583510571378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Okay-ish cake pops. </div><div><u><br /></u></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JzRrCth5lgYkwtWD6xUa6_40mMKRo_K6iGBwHsCGOmDGCKuPpHkYxiQOu3Ay_pD13xjshIF1zYwIo1jVOcMxrECfaLZdmFGI6aEgp790X7vOoj2hNOpZcOhpMb75QB-ExtrBK9rRJvo/s1600/DSCF0262.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JzRrCth5lgYkwtWD6xUa6_40mMKRo_K6iGBwHsCGOmDGCKuPpHkYxiQOu3Ay_pD13xjshIF1zYwIo1jVOcMxrECfaLZdmFGI6aEgp790X7vOoj2hNOpZcOhpMb75QB-ExtrBK9rRJvo/s320/DSCF0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729065183807642962" /></a><br /></div><div>But our new neighborhood does no such thing because all the "children" here are either teenagers or in college. My parents used to make us get out our baskets every year the night before and then when we woke up, they'd be filled with candy and all sorts of goodies. We kind of grew out of Easter, to be honest, but my little sister refuses to give up free candy so she pretends to believe in the Easter bunny. And the general rule in our house is that if one kid gets something, we all do. Lucky me. :D</div><div><br /></div><div>My sister and I dyed eggs last night. I used three tablets of food dye to make the blue coloring but it was so faint that we just decided to use pink. I started making actual Easter designs but then she started to make chibi faces and I did too. My mom was like "WHAT DID YOU DO!?". Hehe, we decided a little extra cuteness was needed. Sorry!</div><div><br /><br />Please bear with my ugly photos. I'm not much of a photographer. :P<br /><br /><br />I've gotta go, guys. Easter brunch doesn't just appear out of no where. Happy Easter?</div><div><br /></div><div><3<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154955374141267919.post-67062086424063020712012-04-06T23:55:00.003-07:002012-04-07T00:01:34.107-07:00Hello there!Hi there, I'm Juju. ^w^ I'm obsessed with Korean and Japanese fashion and I've decided that I've had enough of being fat and kind of ugly, leh. It's not that I'm super shallow, even though I sorta am. I want to be skinnier and healthier and to have better skin. So yeah, it actually is that I'm super shallow. Even though I'm the sort of girl that no one wants to be around, I hope you'll stick around and follow my journey. Hopefully, I'll loose enough weight to be able to wear fashionable clothes. :D I love fashion. Any kind of fashion, really, but my favorite seems to be American trends and Japanese street fashion. <br /><br />I'm not saying that fat people shouldn't wear fashionable clothes. They should. I just have severe confidence issues and I hope by loosing a few pounds (you can tell I'm from America now, can't you?) I can gain the confidence needed to wear what I want. Right now I'm wearing these loose, grosso clothes that hide my body shape (or lack of) so that people can't see how fat I am, lol.<br /><br />So yeah, shallow girl here. I'm probably the epitome of blonde, even though I'm not actually, you know, blonde.Jujuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369069504686267472noreply@blogger.com1