The Case of the Dead Blog


The Blog has been murdered. Who dun it?

Witnesses claim that his last words were:

"*&(*&%&%^**&*&*&*__%$$$#@%^^&&ahhhhhbloooooddyyyyy*"





Investigators are swarming the blogsite to find any evidence that will put an end to this sad loss. After hours and hours of interrogation, it has been concluded that Blog's Guardian, Ms. Christine Nguyen is not a suspect. Ms. Nguyen is the sole beneficiary of the Blog estate and will inherit a mass fortune.


A statement was released today by Ms. Nguyen:

"I will miss my much adored blog...my place of comfort, anger management, and just all around bashing. I spilled my heart and soul to my only confidant, the only friend there in my time of need, the only friend that would listen when no one else would. My dearest Blog never judged me and respected my opinions without confrontation. This tragedy has thrown me into infinite sadness. I will always cherish you Blog, I love you.


Farwell, Good Riddens, Will never Forget the times we have shared.

RIP Bloggy Woggy"



Blog's Tombstone reads:

"Here Lies Blog
Died in Vain
Unable to Make Christine Sane"


To donate to Blog's favorite charity, BAVA (Blogs Against Verbal Abuse), please make checks out to Ms. Nguyen.


"A Million bucks to the one who finds out the person responsible for taking away the light of my life. This criminal will wear a giant red BK (not Burger King you idiot) on his chest that will stand for BLOG KILLER. May God have mercy on your soul you evil predator."

went to my favorite store today......SUPER TARGET...haven't been there in some while.....

as i was rummaging through the magazines...a mother and child were standing next to me....now i like to read in peace but this kid was going nutzo and crying his lungs out...i swear i was going nutzo and the only things going through my head are..."run. kick the mother for not shutting her kid up...do a little curtsy and continue to read the magazine.." of course i refrained...


see, my mom spent 35 bucks on some fucking pens for my sister and she wouldn't buy me the ONE etch a sketch pen...she says its distracting but we all know what the truth is....she favors the brat over me...jealous jealous? INDEED.... haha...i also found a crayon maker...she didn't buy that for me either...



hey....for those of you who are slap happy and cheerful...a report shows that pessimistic people are better at handling situations and are more likely to be successful. apparently they see what's wrong and fix it...another thing...they live longer....so when i'm older than moses and you're gleeful and deceased, then you may come and tell me to smile more....*pft pft..



relationships are funny::

stage one: i like you. you like me.
stage two: i love you. you love me
stage three: i hurt you. you hurt me.
stage four: i hate you. you hate me.
stage five: i miss you, can't live without you. you miss me, can't live without me.
stage five: i think we should just be friends. are you breaking up with me?
stage six: who the hell are you? you broke my heart remember you bastard/bitch?
stage seven: the forgiveness stage...so where do we stand now?

and the cycle goes on repeat.


what stage are you in? better yet...what number cycle are you in? hahaha...


we had this discussion again today...so "will you marry me?"......why of course because i love you....now lets move on to the engagement part....newsflash...the engagement part isn't only reserved for planning the wedding you know...it's about planning the actual marriage also...plan this before you plan the big party...


what the hell am i talking about? what do i know about relationships and marriage anyways.....

so, i came back from regionals at like 1 today...unpacked, showered, slept until 10:30. woke up watched the sopranos.


we got 2nd in districts, although we should have beat frisco but we had to change our line up because of frisco's faggot coach. it was 10-9. devestating.



we left thursday for regionals, go there, wichita falls, the ghetto of ghettos, went to the mall, got warm clothes coz it was hella cold. friday, played brewer, beat them. proceeded to the semi's. played Pampas....wow talk about a school rooted in tradition...its like the high school version of A&M...got raped 10-0. My last game as a high school player. the score was 0-0, i lost but i'll tell you, the best tennis all year and it was no easy win for her. got it all on tape too. we went to see the ring...pretty good, although didn't make me jumpy but damn...the rest of the team...during the whole thing..."AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH!!" i think i was laughing the whole time. saturday morning we watched pampas vs. wichita falls...great match, saw a hot fella, as usual, didn't talk to anyone, we had to leave early. i'm glad to be home...spending too much time with the tennis team, even though i don't hang out with them as much as i would like, but after a while your nerves are rattled. and the excessive fast food, butt load of candy and sugar, and chilli's makes me feel like shit...hahaha...makes me never want to eat again but i'm feeling really hungry right now...i think i'm going to rummage through the fridge...

ta ta

i will follow you- shelly
i believe- sophie ellis bexter
zephyr song- chilli peppers
you and me song- the wannadies
letting the cables sleep NOW remix- bush
just breathe- trance nation

i woke up this morning and looked out the window...today will be a great day.

oh bloody...literally

so we're going to regionals...playing frisco tomarrow for the number one spot...


see it was sprinkling and the courts were slippery...as i lunged for a cross court forhand i slid across the wet court and into the fence...lovely...never recovered from the initial shock...


anyways...i lost...truly am ashamed...



stupid coach defaulted a match because eric rawlins hit some lady in the head with a ball...the hilarity of things.




i went to UTD today...i came out stupider than coming in...the advisor didn't help me much...and i drove onto what i thought was a little street...aparrently not...it was a big sidewalk...haha...im trying to be optimistic (surprise surprise)...trying to get over my thinking about how miserable i'm going to be there...

just breathe
never gonna come back down
all my life- foo fighters


Yea, that little girl was really henious looking when she was little, or should I say younger, she wasn't very little. She had bushy eyebrows framed with humongous glasses and wore clothes that barely fit over her flab. She was a loser in every aspect. Sucked at sports, unattractive, and lacked social skills, not to mention, she was poor and ignorant of the so-called "finer things in life." Had no friends, outcast, pariah, all the ingredients needed to become the next Columbine assassin. Although she didn't use these words back then, the message was loud and clear, she was gonna tell them, scream it in their face, not with words, not even with hate, possibly with change, but non-conforming, she was gonna slap it in their face, "FUCK YOU." To make her an even bigger loser in their eyes, she didn't give a care in the world what they said, how they hated her even more. "Jealous over someone so provincial who led a squalid life?" They were appalled. Astounded. How was it possible? They kept on telling her and themselves that she would never amount to be anything. "She will never be us, won't even come close." That was a truthful statement that came out of their stinking mouths. They refuse to acknowledge that she was pure genius when it came to fixing the sort of problems that they had never experience, or she was the mastermind behind making their lives miserable by tempting them to make hers insanely difficult. Those poor children. Sheltered, ignorant, pathetic.

The little girl grew up. She left the sacred battlefield. Came back. Changed. The loser that was voted most likely to succeed, and in many ways, already has. She is constantly reminded of the endless torment that was counteracted with her will. Still reticent, reclusive, and reluctant to fall into their false identities, she made her statement loud and clear to them, for they have not changed, this time around, they still envied her, and it was apparent. Her statement was bold, loud and could not be ignored. She made it with a terrifying smirk on her face. Just like past, she could not, and would not be ignored. Still the ingenious mastermind, she remembered all that was said and done, she had a plan, and she refused to forget, she refused to let them forget.



christine's no dummy, she doesn't use only 3 letter words.

just breathe- trance nation
playground love- air
frequency- air
never gonna come back down- BT


badass

email sent by omar...


> >This is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at
> >Clemson University. It was in the local newspaper and even Jay Leno
> >mentioned it.

> >>It was a huge wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding, at
> >the
> >>reception, the groom got up on stage with a microphone to talk to
> >>the
> >>crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from
> >long
> >>distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted
> >>to
> >>thank the bride's and his family and to thank his new father-in-law
> >for
> >>providing such a lavish reception.
> >>
> >>As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give
> >everyone a
> >>special gift just from him. So taped to the bottom of everyone's
> >chair,
> >>including the wedding party, was a manila envelope. He said this
> >>was
> >his
> >>gift to everyone, and asked them to open their envelope. Inside
> >>each
> >>manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his bride having sex with the
> >best
> >>man. The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had
> >hired
> >>a private detective to tail them.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>After just standing there, just watching the guests' reactions for
> >>a
> >>couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said, "F--- you!"
> >>he
> >>turned to his bride and said, "F--- you!" Then he turned to the
> >>dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm outta here."
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning. While most
> >people
> >>would have canceled the wedding immediately after finding out about
> >the
> >>affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing was
> >wrong.
> >
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>His revenge...making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300
> >guest
> >>wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and
> >>best
> >>man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members. This
> >guy
> >has
> >>balls the size of church bells
> >>
> >>
> >>Elegant wedding reception for 300 family members and
> >>friends............$32,000. Wedding photographs commemorating the
> >>occasion.......................................$3,000.
> >>Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations in
> >>Maui.................................$8,500.
> >>
> >>The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10 glossy of the
> >bride
> >>humping the best man
> >>............................................priceless. There are
> >>something's money can't buy.



SNL with john mccain was pretty good today...

i watched wisegirls with mariah carey and mira sorvino...better than britney and mandy but reminded me of a mafia chick flick...



all work and now play make christine a dull girl. i got my paycheck today...another 22 dollar to add to my fortune...woooohooooo



man i am hungry...

i woke up at 5:30 am, the bus didn't come until 7 am. we played against denton-ryan and won. then the rain came. and it came. and it poured. it felt like a hurricane. we stopped at like 12. and did nothing until 7:00 pm because we had no bus to get home and then the drive from ft. worth was an hour long to get back home.


in the meantime, there was some stuff that went down.
-andrew accidently pulled down brandon's pants and we saw his disgusting ass, and he then pulled up brandon's pants for him and apparently it was painful for him.
-eric was sniffing my flip flops because they smelled good.
-the other eric sat on brandon's face and farted.
-the frisco team got caught drinking and hebron got dragged into their mess. looks like 4-5 of their players will be disqualified on monday so we might have a chance at #! at districts.
-we won all of our matches.
-we ate pizza. tons of it. i had like 6 pieces. haha
-we watched the simpsons.
-i was eating some cereal, and coach woods goes..."what is that? korean food?"...i believe i said..."ha. ha. ha. ha. no."
-and we all realized that after this week, christine will never play high school tennis again, so we reminisced...."i didn't like you much when i first met you." haha thank you.

man 7 hours of nothing. i wish i was at school. yes, christine does actually like school thank you very much. i have still haven't finished that 1984 book. usually i get through books just like that....but i'm not feelin this one...

i'm working tomarrow. i need the money.


geez, why is my sister sleeping in my bed? she does have her own bed but i dont think she realizes it. looks like i'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.