Frustrations and Hilarity

I had a pretty good day today. Business at restaurant was slow.

I gave blood and the ordeal was long but full of my antics. I shall cherish that experience as one of my proudest immature moments. I freaked Cassie Zahm, my escort, out when I faked falling/fainting as she walked me from giving blood to the food table. She dove forward to catch me and then screamed in frustration when she realized I was faking. Haha! That was one great moment.

Plus I freaked a nurse out twice by faking like I was about to puke while giving blood. And with the heart thing i was supposed to squeeze i started tossing it around and playing catch with it instead. And I totally screwed up the questionairre sheet I was supposed to fill out about my physical and sexual activities. I scribbled all over it instead of neatly filling in the bubbles. I would not sit still in the damn red chairs to wait for my turn and ran all around talking to all the NHS volunteers. In 4th hour I sat myself by the foods table and chatted with Steph and challenged a boy named Matt to a building contest with the foods-1st: who could build the strongest bulding out of 20 rectangular cookie packets. 2nd: who could build the prettiest building out of the same material. The damn boy beat me twice in a row. Plus I laughed so hard I overturned two chairs and landed on the floor. And I refused to sit down for 15 minutes minimum after giving blood. I rushed off to Homeroom only to return to te gym for 6th hour to skip out on part of the class. Yes I am just so proud of my stupidity, but I am recording this in my blog so that in the future when I read upon it I realize what a big dork I used to be. Oh future self Linda. How old are you reading this? Are you still me? Or are you a completely different person? Like I am so different from the person I was 5 years ago. But then I am in my growth era so major changes are expected.

My mom's English is rapidly getting better. She has made the same progress within a month that I had made as a kid in elemenatry school in a whole year. Could I ever be as fluent in another language as I am in English? Would I think differently if I thought in a different language? You know like I think in my head in English and my mom thinks in Cantonese. And Majla thinks in Bosnian or German. Majla's camera crew fromn Rotary came today to shoot scenes of Mr. Harley's class. It was so damn boring to watch that they had to make Mr. Harley fake some lesson plans to be more exciting. Otherwise we were just busy working on the Theorem Worksheets.

Ok like I am frustrated with myself but I can't say why online. I want to be a little more confident about something. It's humiliating. I want to act a certain way and I immediately shy away the moment I am faced with the situation in which it is high time to and tall and proud. I embaress myself!! What is wrong with me? ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG NOOOOOOOO!!!! Monday I walk into school proudly and will try to correct my errs.