All of my friends are putting this on their xanga, so here I go...

5 Things That Scare Me
1.  Whales (psycological condition otherwise known as cetaceophobia)
2.    Snakes

3.   Religous fanatics supported by a mob (S/he can have you lynched with the motion of the index finger)
4.   Death
5.   Needles

5 Things That Make Me Laugh
1.  Will & Grace
2.   Perky people
3.   Me and my little sister making up coreography for "Wicked"
4.   Yo Mamma jokes
5.   My friend Lizzy

5 Things I Love
1.    Music
2.    Architecture

3.    Anything artsy
4.    Capuccino Moolaté
5.    Chocolate

5 Things I Hate
1.  Hate the Hate

2. Religious strictness

3.   Physical work
4.   Racism
5.   College preps

5 Things I Don't Understand
1.  Math
2.   Debates (why is it so important to prove the other person wrong?)

3.   Blind faith

4.    Physics
5.    Prejudices

5 Things on My Desk
1.  All kinds of stationery paper

2.   Pen
3.   Book
4.   Notebook

5.   Calligraphy work

5 Negative Things About Me
1.  I'm slightly superficial

2.   I'm too lazy to apply to college, or lazy in general!
3.   I worry about what others think of me TOO MUCH
4.   I have to have it MY way, or else I'm pissed
5.   I hide myself in a preppy image :(

5 Positive Things About Me
1.  I groom
2.   I'm outgoing
3.   I'm empathetic
4.   I'm a Renaissance Man (I can know/can do many things)

5.   I'm a fast learner

5 Things I Plan to Do Before I Die
1.  Visit all my favourite places (too many to mention)
2.   Have a Victorian mansion with secret passage ways in Monterrey

3.   Speak Chinese fluently
4.   Conquer all my fears
5.   Change someone's life

5 Things I Can Do
1.   Play piano
2.   Speak Spanish
3.   Charm people
4.   Remember birthdays
5. Like Elizabeth, put together a good outfit

5 Things I Can't Do
1.  calculus
2.   sing
3.   more than three "real" push-ups in a row
4.   Look as handsome as other people look
5.   Have blind faith

5 Things I Say the Most
1.  "I know, right?"
2.   "Coolness"
3.   "like..."
4.   "later, byotch :) "
5.   "Oh, really?"

Dear Dumb Diary,

People like me, because I have a charming personality, at least now I do, and so they think I'm totally kinda sort of cute, but maybe that's a biased opinion, because they already like me. Then this random person came along, and when I asked "where are you guys going?" he said "none of your business, ugly ass" and I was like . People tell me not to mind him, because he didn't know me, but that's exactly the point, maybe I'm ugly, and since he doens't like me, his opinion was frank (too frank!). I don't wanna be ugly again , do you know what happens to ugly people?

We live in a superficial society, where beauty is good and evil is ugly.

No one mourns the ugly, no one cries because they're dead and gone, no one lays a lily on their grave...
And Beauty knows the ugly's lives are lonely,

Beauty knows the ugly die alone,
Beauty shows when you're ugly you're left only on your own...
Beauty knows the ugly die so lonely,

Beauty knows the ugly cry alone,

Nothing grows for the ugly,

They rip only what ugliness sows.

If I say "God is ugly," does that sound blasfemous?

Why is society this way? Goodness is always beautiful, while evil is ugly. Have you noticed how all villians are ugly and how every protagonist is pretty and good? Even in Disney's Hunchback of Notre-Dame where the good guy was ugly, Esmeralda chose super-studly brave Phoebus over hideous Quasimodo.

Okay, back to me, why am I so ugly? Is it my nose? My hair? How can this guy be ever so ugly?:
Tell me! Please...

Dear Dumb Diary,

After living for a while in North Carolina, I'm back in Missouri  against my will. Okay, here's the story:

So I was living with this friend of mine, Ruth, and I was working with her at Qdoba (www.iloveqdoba.com) and I was borrowing her mom's car to go to work. Everything was cool, but then by the end of the two weeks and so close to pay-day, I was running out of money and so I decided to save some contact lens solution by not filling the case and carry it with me as I always do. So my left lens popped out, and I was like "what do I do now?!"  <--- (that's how my eyes had to be so I could see, no kidding.) I got a ride home, and I left the borrowed car in the parking lot. This was Friday night. On the weekend, everyone was so busy, and I guess I didn't insist too much in going and pick the car up, so on Monday, my friend went out really early in the morning and didn't come back until later at night. On Tuesday I worked, so she gave me a ride since I didn't have the car yet, and when we got to Qdoba, the car wasn't there!  My friend said "My mom's gonna kill us!" and I told her it was probably towed, and no worries ^_^ we could still get it, just call the police or something, and find out where it was towed to. So my friend got home and told her mom and her mom was all pissed, and my friend came to work and she told me. I was worried about the car being in the junk yard or something, and that the longer we waited, the more money I had to pay. I waited for my friend, of course, because I didn't have a car now, but then another friend came and asked me very grave what was going on. "Oh, you mean the car?" I said, and I told him everything. He said, "no, but it's worse than you think" I said, "what do you mean?!?!" and then he told me my friend's mom had called him and asked him for a favor, and she gave him all my things, and told her to bring them to Qdoba. So I was homeless now?!? I didn't care because I know people, and I could just give someone a call, explain, and I would have a place to spend the night. So I called a friend of the family, and I asked for "asylum" for three days. He owes my family a LOT of money, and I knew he wouldn't refuse or treat me bad. Ends up he had the nerve to ask me to leave on the third day, and I talked to my mom and then I asked someone else who welcomed me. I was really worried though, because I was still working, and this other person works in the morning. I mean, I would've payed for gas, etc... specially because during this weekend when it happened, gas price rose to 3.25 a gallon.  But money wasn't the issue. So, anyways, my mom knew about it, and I, to tell the truth, was tired of the whole thing, because I had my own house, my cozy bedroom, and well, EVERYTHING. I had no need to suffer. I told my sister and she told my mom and then she's like, "hang in there, we're coming to North Carolina" I was like, "no, wait, don't come, I can get by" but she came home, and she went to this friend of the family, and I was like "don't, and don't tell him anything about well... you know, they are gonna think I went crying to mommy" So to make things short, they came, and no way of making them understand I wanted to stay. So to the eyes of everyone that knew of it, Mighty Mom and Dyno Dad came to my rescue and backed me up and everything. I guess it's good to have supportive parents, and it's true I have everything here, and no worries and stuff, but... though the bird cage is made of gold, it's still a cage...

  That's a card my little sister gave me when I came home ^_^ (I don't know why the scanner scanned it black & white)