clarice•ology

I’ve acquired a taste for unsweetened tea.

The current seniors are probably snickering at us right now. Reading our Facebook messages about essays and lab reports that need to get done. Glancing over our depressing blogs of how junior is killing us softly. They are like, “Hahaha, been there, done that!”

Forgive me for talking in caps all night.

samsamsamsam:

Not now, but I know I will be.

Thank you for the concern. (:

<3

I hope you feel better, dearie. Just sleep it off. Even if you cry. But you know what, I pray the rosary when I try to sleep. Just silently in your head. Mama Mary will comfort. She’ll calm you down. <3

(via samsamsamsam)

Sam! Are you alright? :O

Just kidding, but that’s what it feels like. I haven’t even started fucking bio vocab. And my French notebook is due tomorrow. WTF? It’s these essays, dammit.

That one night, when you asked if I was nervous and I said I was… yeah, I was lying. Of course I wasn’t. I’ve performed many times before. I only wanted your comfort and got it. Now I feel bad. But I was giddy the whole rest of the night.

Nice weather. Nice walk. Dancing that minimizes our dancing’s window, big time. My teacher is right— we need to work our butts off if we EVER want to dance at PIFA. A keiki from Leiisa can blow all of our wahines out of the water. Shit, just joking. But that’s what I felt like. We should’ve all went and seen how bad we are compared to other groups. We aren’t legit, I know. We don’t have a kumo— I know. We don’t have a big ass studio. But really, if our dancing brought us to PIFA, ever, then that wouldn’t matter. We do happen to be the cheapest, but we could be the best quality. I wanted to practices my ohulis when I got home. Besides the performances, the shopping was amazing. I got a bag, a dress, and some flowers for my hair— all for $65. My mom got this nice pareho for my auntie, but you know what, I want it for myself. They have a store up in Oceanside, so we are most definitely visiting it when we drop off my broham to Pendleton. I didn’t get a chance to buy good food, for the lines got to long. So we just had spam moosubi and some BBQ chicken that I didn’t really like. I want to take a feather lei making class too. This kumo from Anaheim comes down once a month and teaches a free lesson. But that will take a lot of feathers and a lot of time to make even a bracelet, let alone a lei. Today was a good day. AND I VERY MUCH LIKES HEALI’IS POLYNESIAN REVUE. Fabulous costumes and your kids are so cute!

Really, if our little halau had boys, think of the possibilities.

se7enpercent:

Yeah, I am. That’s awesome, I never knew that. and I never knew she did hula. :o you should visit mmhs on a scripps half day then, and watch her practice ! :D

By the waay, since tumblr chats get on people’s nerves sometimes, here’s my aim if you want. :’D doreeniieexd

I would love too! When I can drive. (: I would love too, but I can’t tonight. I have four essays I need to write by Tuesday. Nice chatting with you. (:

se7enpercent:

Nice to meet you, Clarice ? xD Yeah, I was, but I was mainly doing barricade duty and helping the vendors.

I think the people who performed with her was Lori, Thao, and Carla .. ? All sophomrows.

(correct me if I was wrong, if any of you guys want. xD I didn’t watch.)

Ooh, I see. Are you a junior? Anyways, I was wondering because I was one of the hula performers that went on after them. Chelsea is my distant cousin and she used to do hula. (You might’ve already knew that.) I miss her so much. You’re lucky you see hear at school. (:

se7enpercent:

Yeah, she’s in my flight. :D

and I’m Doreen by the way. xD

Hello, nice to meet you. (: Were you there today at the street fair? Performing with her during the community ceremony (I think it was called).

You go to MMHS, right? Do you know Chelsea Crisostomo?

Who’s with me?

I had someone tell me that it’s not my responsibility to intervene and go out of my way to call someone for someone else. The person’s of whom I’m calling for—thats her responsibility. But I just love to control things. Control is a bad word. Let me say, direct things. I am a coordinator of a carpool and it’s my job to make sure everything works. It’s taking a lot of my time, but I just love that. I love being busy. I love being occupied. I love having something to do. I especially love helping others. Going out of my way. Brightening someone’s day. Making someone’s day easier. Performing for other people’s entertainment. Putting on a show. Making someone laugh. In my eyes, it’s all about the other person. And that really could get the best of me.

I just sent an e-mail to my english teacher. The subject reads, “In regards to my precious e-mail”… Oh god.

youkn0whatitis:

if its for AP homework, oh my gosh i feel ya -________-

AP BIO SUCKS ASS. Anyways, I miss you too, KATHLEEEEEENNNNNN! It sucks how I didn’t get to see you at all when you came back for that bit of summer. We’ll definitely hang when you move back, kay?! Disneyland, perhaps? (:

Possibly first book I’ve ever been read by my mom. Makes me tear. (:

I remember searching for the little mouse that was present in every picture.

I need to wake up at 4:45. Prep Pigskin Report is going to our school early in the morning. They probably have to wake up that early every morning for work. Geez. Excited. Falcons are flying onto TV. (:

iampostscript:

Dear Innocence,

What happened to you? As I grew older, you slowly disappeared from my life. When you were around, things seemed easy. You were a time when being in the backseat of my car meant playing punch buggie or out of state plate with someone, not making out or having backseat love. It meant actually being scared of what would happen to your insides when taking a puff from a cigarette or actually listening to what your D.A.R.E. officer had to say. Perhaps instead of throwing kickbacks with Budlight, I should schedule play dates with Capri Sun and fruit gummies at hand.

Innocence, you helped shield me from what the hardships of love, hate, and sorrow.

But now, you have been reduced to nothing. I feel have been subject to the stigmas around me. It’s so sad that it has come down to this.

Sincerely,
Patrick

Post Script
Maybe a time of sobriety is in order.

mouthfullofgommy:

ahlowhee:

FRENCH HW? And still planning to do our carpool? If not, it’s alright. Maybe next year. (:

CLARICE! Did I do it or are you wondering if there is there any? Wait, carpool? Ahh, I feel so lost! :| Hahaha.

Is there any? I missed the last smidge of class. And the up to my recollections in LA. I think you guys have been getting the e-mails. :P