Hurricane Felicia

[That is a darn scary picture.]

Kelsey Chang is the person who first told me about Hurricane Felicia. She texted me that Felicia was coming and the first thing I said was, "That b*tch!" I just really needed to tell someone that.

Ten minutes ago, my mother told me that I have to drag my dad (they don't live in the same house) to Costco or some other "Mom-and-Pop-corner-store-killer" to get ready for that damn hurricane. I tried to tell her that it is going to be a gust of wind by the time it passes by Oahu, but ever since the Indonesian tsunami she's been meaning to move to Wailae Iki or Hawaii Loa or some ridge and she is very paranoid about Mother Earth.

Over the weekend I saw "(500) Days of Summer"...twice--once with Kelsey Chang and some other friends, and once with my mother. I learned that Vampire + Giant = Vagiant. The best part of the movie was when the main character, Tom, was going to Summer's rooftop garden party and screen split in half to show how his "expectations" matched up with "reality." The song that was playing during the scene was "Us" by Regina Spektor. Go download the song ASAP...biotches.

What kind of last name is "Khil"? The guy looks Japanese, but he clearly isn't...unless Khil is Japanese, which I doubt. Everyone calls him "Ross," as in David Schwimmer's character on "Friends," because he supposedly sounds/acts/looks/has the same mannerisms. Kelsey told me this.

I almost completely emptied out my bank account this summer. As soon as my friends came home I had an overwhelming urge to shop, so I made excuses to go to Ala Moana after school, on weekends, half an hour before closing, after the beach, after playing tennis, for dinner, while waiting for the mechanics to change my car's battery, after depositing my paycheck, etc. Kelsey Chang said I stole her, "shopping mojo."

So yeah, I feel like I've abused CompClass this summer. At first I felt bad and wrote a disclaimer about the offensive material within my post, but then I stopped altogether and took the liberty of writing whatever came to mind, even when I felt like swearing or being sarcastic. I took the whole thing so seriously that my writing got bad grammar and I started referring to Paris Hilton's crotch (ewwww). I suppose this never would have happened if the discussion boards were censored for language and content. Also, here is a last minute warning: Don't read my "Turpis radcliffe" post unless you are okay with the word, "penis." On a side note, read Kelsey's animal post.

The worst feeling in the world is when you are dead. EMO!
Actually, the worst feeling is when you realize that you and someone you like aren't meant to be together...

Before you read this one, go watch the movie trailer for the new Oprah creation called, "Precious." No joke, the movie looks like it is going to be about a ginormous 16-year-old African American girl who gets beaten by her mother and is preganant with her second kid. I think Mary J. Blige is singing the song in the background, and it is perfeclty paired with the scenes. Something about the movie makes me think it is going to win a lot of awards, come award season. Forget what you know about the "ghetto" because this movie looks more real than all of those rapper videos. Also, I know you're going to say that I am probably going to go to hell after you read this, but, when some neighborhood kids pushed her over into a pile of leaves, I LOL-ed. When my 16 year old brother saw the trailer he didn't think it was for a legit movie. There is a girl in his grade with the same name, except she has a "z" instead of the last "s." Preciouzzzzz

My new favorite saying is, "I does tree things, I hang with the broez." A sloth up on "Pillboxes" hike said it to me. Kelsey was on the hike with me.

Also, I would really like to radically revise this post into a children's book.