Sunday, July 23, 2006
The Good That's Yet to Come
For those of you who haven't seen the second season of Grey's Anatomy yet, here's a certain someone you can look forward to...
...Yeah, Chris O'Donnell's in the second season too and he's cute as a button, but he doesn't hold a candle to this guy. Neither does Patrick Dempsey, dreamy as he is =P
Eric Dane, tu eres muy caliente!
I did a bit of research on him and found out that he plays Multiple Man in X-Men 3...
WHOA! Not just Eric Dane, but LOTS and LOTS of Eric Dane? OH GOOD LORD. I must watch X-Men 3!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
It's the End of the World (As We Know It)
I believe that I am one of the most efficient time-wasters (haha, oxymoron) in the country. Summers and Christmases are never too long in The World of J.C., and I'll always find something new (and useless) to do. Today, I'm rocking out to some Pink Floyd, and later I'll go watch the DVD's we have here of Grey's Anatomy (McSteamy = HOLY SMOKES!!!!). Of course, I hate that nagging feeling I get when I opt to do more trivial things instead of studying or doing homework. Man, consciences suck.(Just kidding, conscience, I love you!)
What I really hate is that I'm seemingly hard-wired to be a slacker, even though I know studying is more important. In the immortal words of Gavin DeGraw, "I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately."
I've been trying to be a responsible student lately, but I am a natural, lazy-ass slacker. I don't want to be!
[Guys, spoiler ahead! Skip this part if you don't want me to ruin the Grey's Anatomy Season 2 ending for you.]
Now, you might have noticed that I've been writing a lot about English Journalism lately. It's not that I'm all passionate about it or anything, or that all my other subjects are boring, or that I hate Sir Chris (he's actually pretty cool), it's just that...hmm...it's number one on the list of Things That Make Me Go "AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!"
Like this week. We submitted three topic proposals for a news feature, and since I was running out of ideas, I decided to put in that controversial issue among the higher-ups of Pisay that took place last year. And crapola of crapolas, Sir Chris assigns me to cover that one. Like my other proposal, "new teachers," was too banal. (Well, it is, but still.)
So I have to interview the key figures involved, and that downright scares the shit out of me! You all know I take cheapshots whenever I can, but there's no way to go around this one!
I totally feel like Meredith Grey in part two of that "Code Black" Superbowl Sunday episode of Grey's Anatomy, where she has her hand in the guy's cut-open gut, and she's handling an explosive that could detonate at any moment. One wrong move, and BOOM.
I could pull a Christina Ricci and skeedaddle on out of there, but I never back down from a challenge (I was the Dare Queen of La Salle's HAC---I never turned down a single dare!). Yeah, I know I could turn into pink mist if I say something wrong, regardless, I'm gonna do this, damn it, by hook or by crook!
And in this scenario, Sir Chris is my Dylan Young (the bomb technician). FYI, Sir, in the episode, the bomb actually explodes in Dylan's hands (Meredith lives!), so...MWAHAHAHAHA!
Saturday, July 08, 2006
[Minor update] The final episode of the RJ Chronicles
Taeng EngJourn na yan. The moment I decide I like R.J. is the moment Sir Chris (AYAN ALAM KO PANGALAN MO) remembers that my name is J.C.! Stupid purple-watch-wearing poopoo-head. >:-(Okay, enough. It did kind of irk me at first that a dude can't remember two freaking letters, but y'all know that I don't take the EngJourn R.J./J.C. shit seriously, right? Good. (Although I STILL detest the course syllabus and would rather shift to SSIP.)
It's oddly empowering, though, to hear your own English Journalism teacher say this: "Wikipedia isn't entirely reliable because it's a...self-whatever-thingy."
Yeaboi!!!
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LOL, natatawa pa rin ako sa sinabi ni Sir Martin: "Uh, I think we forced him open."
XD
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Just call me RJ.
So Mr. EngJourn Teacher still can't remember my name."What was it again? TJ, EJ, CJ, RJ...I know it had a J in it..."
AARGH WTFLOWERS. I'm with Castro on this one: "How can he not remember 2 letters?"
(Then again, perhaps he's having a hard time pronouncing it. HAHAHAHAHA.)
Brandon (a.k.a. Gian) and I thought that RJ was a good enough substitute...and oddly enough, Mr. EngJourn Teacher remembers RJ. So in EngJourn, y'all can call me RJ, even though I have yet to find out what it stands for. No problemo, dudes! But Sir, if I happen to call you Professor Dickweed by mistake, don't take it personally. =P
-o-
Interesting things happen when I talk to Castro on YM. Online exchanges are confusing at times because you have to detect the purpose of a statement without knowing the tone of voice used. This can lead to various problems. Take our discussion of Guns 'n' Roses' "Sweet Child of Mine," for example.
[Note that the songs "Enter Sandman" and "Sweet Child o' Mine" both drive me off the wall (thanks to my rock-worshipping brother). ]
J.C.: my brother reinforced my hate for screechy metal
Castro: you hate metal?
J.C.: if I hear Enter fucking Sandman one more time...
So, here.
Castro: sweet child makes me want to scream every time i hear it
J.C.: SAME HERE, MAN! i feel the same way about Sweet Child as i do about Enter Sandman
Castro: oh. i feel the other way :))
J.C.: ah LOL =)) different kind of scream :D
Castro: scream as in air-guitar, dancing all around, jumping on my bed, screaming the lyrics
J.C.: my bro keeps playing the shit out of it, so I'm like "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" in the same way that Steve Carrell did when he got his chest waxed.
Double meanings can be a lot of fun, though.
J.C.: what do you think romance is?
Castro: something perfect. like pure ecstacy
J.C.: hehe :)) good luck on that, then
Castro: i think pure ecstacy is available only in california :))
Shet, dude, don't tempt me. XD
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Say my name, bitch!
LMAO sorry, I'm on American Pie-mode today. For the innocent: the post title is a quote from Michelle of "one time, at band camp" fame. XDAaaany-gay (haha, a homage to Scotty Kangaroojus), while Mr. EngJourn Teacher isn't as scary as I thought he was, I still don't like EngJourn. Friggin' boring shit, I think I'd rather be a dentist. Did I mention that we are now all scarred with bad, bad mental images of Brandon running around the field naked? Ay, caramba! And Mr. EngJourn Teacher still doesn't know my name, so Sir, until you do, I'm gonna keep referring to you as Mr. EngJourn Teacher. If it progresses, I might resort to calling you Sir Poopoo-face, so watch it, bucko! =P
Regarding the whole flat-world commotion: I'm proud that we Zobelians know how to make fun of ourselves =)) Been nice talking to you, Eri! :)
Also, check out my horoscope for today: A troublesome problem shows up in your life today, but it's not yours. You're the arbiter for a friend, and like some of the judges on TV, you give out real, hard truth when asked. It's tough, but you're fair.
LOL, interesting!
On another note: Being old is depressing. Imagine, I'm all of 16 years, and I'm worrying about being old! See, I don't know how to drive, I'm the oldest girl in our batch (always have been), and I have wisdom teeth. WISDOM TEETH! At 16!!! Holy smokes.
A Wikipedia consultation later, I found that two of my wisdom teeth have distoangular impaction, meaning they're angled towards the back of the mouth, and distoangular impaction is the rarest form of impaction. (Yay, circus freak! XP) The other two have vertical impaction, meaning that they haven't fully erupted from the gumline.
Worse news? Wikipedia says, "Typically distoangular and vertical impactions are the most difficult types of wisdom teeth to extract."
ZOMG son of a...AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!
I am reaching Dane Cook "people-at-the-DMV" levels of upset! Mama said extraction would hurt, but now it's going to hurt worse because my teeth grew in weird angles. As if it wasn't bad enough that I have a hard time eating because of them.
Hmph, "wisdom teeth" my patootie. They should call them "hurt-like-a-motherfucker teeth." >:-(
Monday, July 03, 2006
Today was a funny day.
My Mondays always start out horribly. Last week, I had a freaky nightmare where my classmate shot another classmate and I woke up with the sweats and a mild fever (sorry Beila LOL XD). A Monday before that, I hella crammed the night before and woke up feeling shitty, plus I left late.Simply put, I hate Mondays, and I am in total agreement with whoever said that "Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your week." But as the post title reads, today was a funny day. See, the strange thing is, my Mondays start out crappy and turn awesome later on.
First: Today, Nicoli had an eating race, but it was with Rhey this time. I think it was tied. Not sure, but it was still pretty hilarious!
I had my usual fun at the library with good ol' Rhey, Sudoku-loving JBL (proness!), and DiPol Moment, even though I never got to finish my Chemistry homework. Lahat tayo nagmo-moment...ZOMG, I love that word! =))
Commotion abounds in the flat world, and while I am in no mood to elaborate, I will say that La Salle and Pisay are both great and WE'RE NOT FREAKING ROBOTS, and they don't think we are, so chill. *sings* "Leeeeeet there be peace on Earrrrrth....."
And due to all of this commotion, I talked to an old friend I haven't talked to in over a year. Let me tell you, I really meant what I said when I said that you've changed for the better. Keep it up -- happy is good, see? :)
After school, I went home, went online and tried to empathize with both parties. Not sure where it's headed, but hopefully all will be calm. Then I got a Biology lesson from Dr. J. Carlo Castro himself (I'm never sleeping or eating again, Doc!), which was pretty cool. I always learn something new from our conversations, LOL!
I YM'ed Sir Martin, too, and came to the obvious conclusion that *sings again* "What the world needs now, is love, sweet love...It's the only thing that there's just too little of..."
Great, this is a musical blog post now. Forgive the insanity, I'm kind of high, the Doc knows why.
Funny Mondays.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Sixth-grade superheroes!
TEFON was never really about artistic ability (for me, anyway--I wasn't very good). De La Salle Zobel's version of Maritess and the Superfriends was all about humor, camaraderie, and of course, love (aww). Under the guiding hand of Lady Galang (and later, Lady Samgi!), we were out and about, saving the world when the teachers weren't looking!While I would love to start a webcomic with you guys, time will not permit me to, so I hope this sad little pencil-and-paper sketch is enough to convey my gratitude to you guys for giving my fictitious alter-ego superhero the most fun she has ever had. Hey, it's the thought that counts!
(Click for full-size version)
Who ever thought that five grade-schoolers could fight crime, obtain magical powers, marry Josh Hartnett (haha VICKY), be invaded by Ovalz (ahem NORMAN), rescue me from a near-fatal bullet wound and drowning in a huge mug of beer, and save the world, all during class?
In retrospect, weren't we quite like The Breakfast Club? Jeanne the Rebel, Vicky the Princess, Arvin the Jock, MicMac the Weirdo (WEEHEEHEE bagay!), and Miggy the Nerd (haha sorry, siya na lang natira sayo eh =P).
Frankly, I don't remember what our superpowers were, but I know that our strongest power of all is the power of love (hehe corneeeh). To quote Simple Minds (the band who sang The Breakfast Club's theme song), "don't you forget about me." And to quote my friend Reg, "I love you guys!"
