Yay Jacky! Yay Jacky! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Jacky! *claps hands in eager hamster fashion*

Hamster's can't clap, by the way.

Yay Jacky! Yay Jacky! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay I hope you like the Indian curry I made today! If you come, that is.

That's right, folks. I cooked a batch of tasty vegetable curry for me English class today.

Not a typo. The "me" is not a typo.

My finest creation yet.

Update: I am a curry goddess.

People are strange. Especially people my age. That's all I can say. They're very strange…

My last AP test of the year is tomorrow. Yep. AP Biology. I've been failing this class all year.

So… things I need to get out of the way after APs: my short story (yep, I still haven't finished it), my English project (which involves reading a boring book that has a condescending attitude toward atheists), and my biology project (which involves designing a lab-in-a-box for unscrupulous kiddies). And then, at the very end of May, I have to rapidly pack up and prepare for me trip to the People's Republic. You know, the commie country.

Sigh.

Oh, take a look at this actual footage from the White House correspondents' dinner, featuring a humorous speech by Barack Obama. I was actually surprised by the kind of jabs he made at Joe Biden and the Republican Party; part of me thought it was another brilliant joke by the Onion News Network.

I have five AP exams this week and Monday, starting tomorrow. I'm projected to fail the calculus exam. Oh, dammit. Might as well just go to bed.

On the other hand, Hilary Duff is hot.

I still have no idea what to write for my short story assignment. It's due this Friday.

I'm screwed.

Yesterday, I wrote my English teacher a mildly amusing (but in hindsight pathetic) e-mail that began with "Sorry to bother you, but should I be at all worried that I still have absolutely no idea what to write for my short story assignment?" As expected, he responded along the lines of "I know you can do it, I have faith in you." Which was deliberately unhelpful, since I didn't explain that I'm incapable of creating anything these days, and that humans (and stories concerning them) no longer interest me, and that literature as a whole (aside from the masters, like Edgar Allan Poe) is replete with crap that either disgusts or alienates me, and that I can't understand romantic love (I laugh at those anguished morons), and that everything I read is devoted to the nature and experiences of mainstream society (that is, people in love with money, family, religion/fairy tales, stars, sex, and other people), and that my own ability sucks in that anything I put down sounds bogus and lame, and that the two characters haunting me are only phantoms, with nothing to motivate them, and that every female lead I invent somehow becomes lesbian, or at least bisexual — but you can probably see why I didn't tell him that, over a line of communication that could be monitored by other people.

A narrative about hamsters did occur to me, which at any rate is indicative of my desperation… but as I sat by myself in the library, once again, the storyline became tragic, the protagonist was alone and forgotten, and I nearly cried at the thought of the poor Señor, huddled in a corner of his cage, resigning his tiny, beating heart and closing his liquid eyes…

By the way, I have a nonrenewable House DVD that I borrowed from the library, and it's overdue, and I'm racking up $1 USD per day in fines, not including the $10 I already owe them, and it's pathetic.

In my conversations with various classmates regarding their college choices and ambitions, I've often heard repeated the phrases:

"My parents are forcing me to major in…"

"My parents want me to attend…"

"I applied to this school/major only because my parents…"

"My parents told me there'd be no money in that career… so they want me to major in…"

The frequency of this type of response (accompanied by a look of supreme glumness/disgruntlement) was astounding. In addition, I noted two things:

1. The people who responded this way were all (I suppose not surprisingly) ethnic Asians, and
2. Even though they were clearly displeased/unenthusiastic, they're actually following their parents' orders.

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