I'm bored. So pictures.

It's pink.


Wonder Girls...haha


偷刘谦的台词....

Frost/Nixon.

Frost/Nixon
My Rating: A
Comments:
I had expected films of this genre to be dull and boring. Although the trailer seemed extremely intense, I prepared to endure through a totally different movie--than the one I just saw. The movie was extraordinarily engaging, there wasn't a second available for you to breathe.
"Well, when the president does it, that means that it is not illegal."
What a line.
I gave it an A instead of A+ only because I found Frost turned the whole game over to his advantage too abruptly. Just an emotional phone call and your last day became a huge success? I don't buy that.

I like Slumdog Millionaire more though, however disturbing it is.

No trip to NYC.

Oh well, I guess no city air in a while then.

It's not that good anyways.

So I read shooting the elephant this morning. I don't know...Interesting...but that's it.

I desperately need to develop some literature nerves. I don't understand them.

Hmmm...maybe I should go out anyways. At least two books are waiting for me to pick up and one book waiting to be returned.

Tomorrow and To-Do's.

Tomorrow I'm going to NYU for a lecture w/ Jackie.

GOD I miss the non-Fort Lee air.

So, I'm gonna take lots and lots of pictures...probably.

So, tomorrow to-do:
bring camera, cell phone, metro card, and pen and pencil.

Weekend to-do:
write up the research description thing for English.
Math HW.
Chem HW.
Science Research Project.
Spanish HW. (DONE)
edit SCP story.

So this weekend is not that hectic...that means LOTS AND LOTS of HSPA, SAT, AP, and even Sci. League and InDesign studying. OK. Let's do it!

So I donated blood today.

Overall, it wasn't as bad as I had expected.

Before donating I was required to stuff down a bagel and a bottle of Poland spring, and I did that in about ten minutes. Guess what, water was actually much harder to finish than the bagel.

Giving blood hurts. And that's probably it. The worst thing is that they asked you to squeeze every five seconds in order to let the blood flow faster. The needle alone hurts already, and squeezing every five seconds is like asking you to consciously decide to yourself every five seconds. But luckily mine whole donating process only took like about 5 minutes. I heard some people were there for 15 min because of narrow veins of something. And then they had to apply cold packs and stuffs because it took them so long. Mine was pretty fast. So I'm glad.

I saw people looking really tired and dizzy after giving blood. I was prepared to get dizzy, faint, or anything because I had fainted twice before (once while standing another time while watching a kid getting stitches)....so I carefully monitored my conscious level during the process. And it didn't change. I felt the same way before and after donating one pint of blood. wow. ok, maybe slightly lightheaded, but just SLIGHTLY. I mean, it's one pint of blood.

So, after being a heroine for the rest of day, disappointment comes when I start calling my parents. I wanted to do this secretly in the beginning, but I didn't remember my social security number so I had to tell my mother. I called her again in the afternoon but her attitude was really cold and uncaring, as usual. I actually called because I want to know if she's feeling better but oh well. So I am still left with the option of not telling my dad but I called him anyway before that is how I've been for the past seventeen years--I always tell my parents what I do. So, interestingly, however frequently he had described ME as an psychotically over-sensitive and suspicious person, he himself immediately took my informing him of what I did today as bragging to him that he was wrong, as going against his will. Yes I went against his will, but I wasn't trying to say "HAHA, you see? I didn't faint as you suspected. Loser." Again back to what I've been saying a few days ago, I hate people trying to guess what I think, especially when they are wrong and frequently wrong.

I went against my parents' will because I don't want to regret. If I don't do it this year, the regret is going to grow and grow and become an emotional burden on me. I want to know my blood type as well.

But oh well, at least now I can freely wear the "superhero" t-shirt.