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I’ve become increasingly irritable and I don’t know why. I’m starting to really abhor my relatives and though I could give you a few vague reasons as to why they’re so insufferable I don’t think I can really pinpoint where all this hate stems from. In fact in the beginning I was planning to write why everybody is so awful but now that I think about it it’s only because of petty things. I don’t think it’s only me who has come to dislike people because everyone else has begun to dislike me too. This wasn’t the case last year so I think something must have changed within me. I don’t feel like a different person than yesterday or last week or last month but I will admit I’m a lot different than from three years ago. Actually now that I think about it I do feel ever so slightly different every day, depending on how good or bad my day is. Or it could just be teenage mood swings. Seventh grade me was an idiot who thought he had finally figured things out. This is because sixth grade me was an edgelord who pitied himself. Seventh grade me thought that he had finally turned over a new leaf and thought foolishly that he could be anyone. Looks can’t be altered, but personality can, he thought. And so if I can choose who I want to be I want to be someone people like being around, an all around nice person. Seventh grade me had watched too much anime and as an impressionable child thought that being a good person would reward you with a fun adventure and many friends. Seventh grade me was wrong. Because looks can be altered, only it is unnatural, fake, and very uncomfortable to do so. The same goes with personality. Seventh grade me thought being mature was putting up with people you didn’t like and he thought being mature was always smiling. Some people can always smile. Even when they hate everyone around them. I’m not that person. But I tried to mold myself into that person and I guess I eventually cracked, which ended up with eighth grade me. I’m content with eight grade me, who I am now. I was content with who I was when I was in seventh grade too. But ninth grade me is going to think I’m an idiot.

Anyway. What I’m trying to say is people who, when in a conflict with another, only consider their own feelings, are the worst.

I now have a pretty good idea of what my book is going to be about though I haven’t really figured out the finer details and I’ll probably end up deleting everything to start over like my previous forty attempts. My next step is finding out what to write with. I’ve been writing with Microsoft Word Excel 2007 which isn’t ideal. There’s nothing wrong with it but I’d prefer not to write with an ancient piece of technology that is almost qualified to be displayed in a museum. I don’t really want to buy anything. Google Docs is free but I don’t have a Google account other than my school one and I really don’t need my teachers reading my things. So I’ve ultimately decided to bite the bullet and buy the new and improved, Microsoft Word Excel 2008.

In about two minutes the date will change from July thirteenth to July fourteenth making this title wrong so you might wonder why I don’t just make the title June fourteenth and the obvious answer is that this blog post is about June thirteenth. I would have written this earlier but someone was hogging the computer and I knew if I asked them to scram they’d whine and cry about it so I kept my mouth shut.
This morning I woke up to the sound of a teacher talking and that irritated me. Half sleeping I couldn’t understand a word they were saying and this also irritated me. Then after playing on my phone I went to brush my teeth. Some human piece of garbage has been shoving their toothbrush into the same slot as the tongue cleaner thing and to be honest I’d like to heave them out the window but I don’t because then they’d cry and that pisses me off.
Once my tooth brushing is done I take a shower and part to god it doesn’t leak. Then I go downstairs where I find my relatives all sitting on the couch because their iPads are not in their possession so they’re not sure what to do with their miserable existences. They makes jokes I think and I can’t help but smile even though they aren’t funny.
My grandma calls us for dinner and so we all head to the dinner table where some thing is being served. She says tl and I have to eat off this plate of assorted meats and vegetables and says that if we don’t eat it ourselves she’ll force us to. Then she repeats herself. My grandma likes to repeat herself. My grandma likes to repeat herself.
A minute into lunch she yells at me for not yet taking anything so I grab nearly everything on the plate in protest. I want to argue with her but I know that if I do my dad will murder me and then hide the body. So again I keep quiet.
Y Vien that little brat waddles over to the dinner table and immediately I want to scream and tell her to shut up but I don’t say anything and instead stare at my food which looks repulsive. Squid and chicken. An inspired combination.
Y Vien keeps talking or maybe she didn’t, I don’t remember. Either way I want to blast my brains out. Each pointless comment only existing to make noise pushes me further and further over in the edge and in my head I’m screaming Shut up or I’ll rip your tongue out but in reality I’m just staring at my food. Was I laughing and talking with the rest of the table or was I just sitting there? I forget.
Once lunch is over I read my book, American Psycho, which is a very good book. It’s about this yuppie in the late eighties who is also a serial killer and it’s very funny.
After my reading session I planned to finish Fire Emblem and then play some Stardew Valley and if I have time after and if no stupid little idiot is using the laptop I can write a blog and get to work on my novel.
Just as I’m about to get started on Fire Emblem my dad comes home and makes me play catch.
And then when I go back in and start some Fire Emblem my grandma informs me we are going out to eat which really put a wrench in my plans. I don’t protest because my dad is there and I know he’ll have a mental breakdown if I say anything.
I have to get in the car with those annoying little brats and things start off fine but eventually I must have said something though I don’t really remember what it was and she starts being a brat and tells me to be quiet and so I tell her to be quiet even though I want to yell something something more along the lines of “shut the hell up” and she keeps being a disrespectful diaper toting baby masquerading as a seven year old and at that moment I wanted to reach over the backseat and punch her in the face and break all of her fingers but I don’t because then the adults would be mad even though beating kids is a favorite past time of theirs. That was a joke. Please don’t bother me about respecting people.
Does anybody read these anyway? Does anybody care?
After visiting the cemetery I talk to Khoi about why menus don’t put pictures on their menus which is as uninteresting as it sounds but I just wanted to distract myself. Of course I am quickly reminded Khoi is a little kid and eventually the conversation stops after his did scolds him for insulting one of the little kids in the back. Then he and Angel start whacking each other. It was boring. I stared out the window for the rest of the trip.
For dinner we go to this restaurant with a very small menu. The place gave off the impression of a place that tries to be trendy and makes bank off of young people who also wanted to be trendy.
I order or rather tl orders a sandwich that bleeds onto my hands when I try to eat it which bothers me because I hate getting my hands dirty but it doesn’t bother me too much because the sandwich was very tasty.
It rains so we have to wait inside for the adults to pull up the two cars next to us. The little kids are running around and hitting each other and being loud and being a nuisance. It’s embarrassing to be around my family. So I tell Khoi to shut up or I’ll slit his eyes until he has the vision of a housefly’s and of course he doesn’t take me seriously and all the little brats just laugh. I wanted to slam his head into the table but I don’t. Everyone else seems to be  in a good mood and they probably think I am too. Maybe I was in a good mood during dinner and that just changed right afterward. Maybe I’m bipolar. Maybe I was faking the entire time. I don’t remember.
We go back to the house and I use the bathroom and as always, some troglodyte, some degenerate, some no-mannered barbaric hooligan has to, get this, knock on the door while I’m in there. Are they dumb? Can they just not think? The lights are on and the door is locked. For the love of god leave me alone I’d like to use the bathroom please and thank you very much. This has been bothering me a lot especially at the frequency at which it happens. But I know you don’t care so I’ll stop.
I finish Fire Emblem and I look up to see all of the stupid little kids play Roblocks. Roblocks. Roblocks! I head downstairs to watch Bien and Khoi play on the switch and a little while later I wonder why the hell im watching two idiots play on a projector despite the fact a perfectly usable tv is just upstairs.
I was bored. I was bored out of my mind, and then I went to sleep. I hoped you enjoyed my blog. sayonara!

I am writing on a phone which is very uncomfortable. I would be typing on the laptop but I can’t write if it’s noisy and there are a lot of stupid little children around who won’t ever shut the hell up. Sometimes I wish I could just grab them and bash their head into a wall but that’s assault, probably. Then the adults would probably punish me too by beating me, which is also assault, probably, the difference being that they can get away with it.
I don’t really hang out with any of my relatives. I’m too old for the little kids and too young for the older kids, and I don’t share any interests with any of them. Khang and TD are doing whatever it is that they do, usually something I find pretty boring. The little kids play Roblock all day which is something I find pretty boring.
I’ve also realized that nobody can hold a conversation. The dinner table is completely quiet other than the occasional remark Khoi has about Y Vien.
Bien is boring to talk to because he has no brain and cannot think and add to a conversation, other than small comments about whatever.
Khoi is boring to talk to because he’s a boring person who only has one hobby.
Y Vien is boring to talk to because she talks a lot about nothing and is very annoying.
TQ is boring to talk to because she has no life outside of roblock. That’s the only thing she can talk about because it’s the only thing she knows.
TL is boring to talk to because she is bland. By that I mean her personality is like the default personality for every 13 year old girl or how we old she is.
I don’t talk to Khang or TD but I can’t imagine I’d have much fun with them for two reasons. One, they both have a default personality. And two, I’ve overheard the two talk to each other before and I can say it’s not very entertaining.
Summary: the little kids are iPad children and thus very boring and the older kids are Khang and TD and thus very boring.
Everyone else is having fun though. So I guess that makes me the boring one.
My dad is moaning very loudly in his sleep and it is hard to write. He sounds like a Minecraft zombie. There is a strange tapping noise that hasn’t stopped for hours that is coming from the ceiling which I find very annoying. Typing on a phone is slow.
For these reasons I am going to cut this blog short. Part two coming when I want to complain again.

so guys, I hoped you enjoyed my blog. Don’t bother respond because your opining is wrong and you’re just a hater. sayonara!

This is my frist ever may bn blob! I’ am so excited to share what may or may not happpen! Maby I will have to go to Florida! Or Maby the plane will crash and I will not! Who knows? Life is a mystery. God works in mysterious ways. I do not wish to go to florida but unfortunately I have to because soomeone else said so. Maby an unfortunate circumstance will occur and I will not have to go. But is unlikely. ver. Monkeys is spelled monkeys and not monkies because someone else said so. Maby one day they will change the spelling. But is also unlikely. Maby God will one day flood the earth again. He said he would not but everybody lies. Like the man from spi kids two once said, Do you think God stays in Heaven because he too fears what he has created?????? H e said something like that. I dont really remember though because I haven’t watched that movie since the time I last watched it. Maby I will quit marching band. Too much responsiblity and I odon’t know whta tthe hell is going on and the entire thing just seems unorganized to me like show up here at this time but where at the specificn.  place?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? show up and figure it out i guess. two days of practice and then you perform. But I’ve already signed up for band class for next year. I’ll probably stay for the Disney trip if I even make it that far and then I’ll skedaddle probably to choir or something or something easy. They might not even let me go to the trip because I don’t want to show up for practices and performances over the summer. I’d rather shoot myself than go. Maby i should kill myself. But that’s cringe. My school is dumb. I wish I switched over to that private school when I got the invitation last yeaer. I wanted to stay because of my feinds and classmates but they don’t matter anymore. Maby I’ll skip band this summer. I don’t have my uniform anyway and I don’t know where to get it because nobody told me. Maby if I don’t attend I’ll fail band class. Some idiot threw away th e paper witht he band information on it. Or i lost it. I don’t know. I want to drop out of highwschool but i dont know how because nobody told me. What if everybody died but me and then I could do anything I wanted. But that probably will not happen. Anyway I think I know what my book is going to be about now. I don’t think any of you would like it though because your’e al l stupid. It’s a romance novel about this girl who is a loser and nerd and is shunned by her classmates until one fateful day she meets this hot deliquent named brad who is cold at first but he secretly has a soft side. If you are interested in reading this story I hate you. I hate people that

ctually end of blog I took a potty break and I was sitting on the toilet thinking about things and I decided this blog is boring and sstupid. maby i will make a part two someday. so guys  i hoped you enjouemd by blog. Don’t bother sresponding because you ;re jut a ahter and you’re opinion is wrong. sayonara!

TQ has not directly affected me in any way however she is the scum of the earth because someone else said so. So in order to jump on the cancel train and gets some views I will make my own hate video which I will be releasing soon with double the editing quality as Khoi’s. First off, TQ is big stinky butthead and looks like the bottom of a toilet because she fell asleep during the truman Show. Also, she likes roblocks. Also also, she is a social parasite that leeches onto other people for validation and self-satisfaction. Also also also, she likes bad anime. For these reasons, I propose to God that he banish her to the depths of hell probably. God if you are reading this thank you for reading my blogs and also send her six feet under because she is cancelled and I will be telling all of my twitter friends about this. OOh and before I forget don’t forget to like and subscribe and hit that bell for notifications! If you are a loved one have been viciously harmed by TQ directly or indirectly do not hesitate to reach out for our safety hotline in my new organization, UAATQ which stands for United Alliance Against TQ. TQ is a menace and must be stopped before she grows any larger. While she may grow slowly vertically, there is no guarantee that she will not expand horizontally. Please limit the amount of food she consumes before this happens. Obesity is an epidemic in the US and it must end today.

so guys, i hoped you ne nouhnedn my blog. Don’t botehre responding because your ao[inoin  is wrong and youre just a ahter! sayonara!

I have to go to florida but I don’t want to because it’s boring and too hot there and there’s nothing to do there and it’s too hot there and It’d be one thing if it was only like a thirty minute drive there but I have to go through the hassle of going through the airport and sitting on a plane for two hours which seems like too much just so I can lie around in Florida while everyone drags me around to do something boring probably how boring so awfully boring Im already bored writing this blog Im going to probably shoot myself before I have to go The only people there are adults who are boring and two little children who are boring because they’re bad at e verything and so I can’t play any kind of games or sports with them also they’re kinda boring also also Florida is so boring I think I’m fallin gasleep oh no so boring I’m dying of boredom already just thinking about it I have to hang out with only little tiny children for who knows how long how boring how terribly boring and boringly terrible aaaaaaa my head hurts kdfsjdlk kjkji im really tired of being dragged everywhere like to the supermarket the olny people ho should be in a supermarket are chasier. fatc. ill probably have to go to the pool which will make me I’ll. ill be so sick and bored and tired at the pool also i dontl ike swimming is boring so boring and i get all wet how boring yeah so thats hit so guys i ho[ed you enjoued my blog dont bothers responding becasue your opionion asps wrong and youre just a ahter; sayonara!

A few days ago I went to Arizona where the beautiful scenery was filled with desert wasteland and the occasional cactus and rocks and I even caught a glip of grass. The plane ride was uncomfortable because I had to sit next to this random person on the Southwest flight. When I arrived there I saw Dr. Seuss and Bien running around the house with empty water guns probably. Then I sat at some person’s house for about five or six hours. That was fun. Then Bien and I played baseball but I threw it too hard and broke Bien’s nose. Luckily we found a replacement which in practically identical to the old one. The next day we went on a boat over shark infested waters. Our boat was too heavy and therefore too slow so we threw two people off in order to escape the sharks chasing us.  I got a good glip of the water while I was there. We played smash but everyone is bad except for me and they all burst into tears when they lost especially Bien. After that day we wanted to watch the Truman Show but TQ forgot to take her meds and got really upset for no reason and took the remote hostage as she fled the crime scene. “Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot,” she had said as she held a gun to the remote’s head while the rest of us watched in horror. Bien rushed in but TQ gun bashed him. In a fit of rage, Khoi rushed forward to take down the gunman but unfortunately was shot straight in the head. TQ had been neutralized, but at what cost? As we carried the fallen soldier back inside the remote was able to be secured and we brought the hostage back to safety.

after that we watched the Truman Show. so guys, i hope dyou enjoued my blog. don’t bother responding because your opinion is wrong and youre just a hater. sayonara!

My band teacher likes his job too much. He’s like the energetic enthusiastic old man archetype who upon first meeting him, makes you think he’s a pretty chill guy. But after spending a few months in band class you will begin to notice something is very very wrong with him. Not in a way that makes you think he’s a psychopath and is planning to murder all his students. No, more like he’s just mentally unstable and he’s always at his melting point, and when someone screws up, he’ll just snap. No yelling or screaming. He’ll just go ballistic like the cat in the hat and start laughing at absolutely nothing and muttering to himself. Not that this has happened yet (but it probably will).

Anyway I have to join the marching band. Except I’m not even sure if I’m in the marching band. I registered for concert band. But the band teacher keeps giving out these marching band sheets and talking about how we’re going to be in marching band next year. So either concert band is the same thing as marching band or he’s just off his rocker. To be honest I don’t even think he knows half of our names. He just talks to the same five people in class. He even forgot what grade he was teaching one class. Anyhow. I don’t want to join the marching band very much. Because I quickly skimmed through the handbook and not only do you have to attend practices and parades during the summer (which is stupid because school is already out), you have to attend all the football games. Including the away games, meaning I have to ride the big cheese for who knows how long until probably nine at night when I ride it back. I don’t even like football. Name one person in this entire universe who likes football. You can’t. Also, I checked how much the uniforms cost and I was expecting the whole thing to cost fifty dollars tops, but no. If you want to buy just the jacket, not the hat or the trousers or anything else, it costs about three hundred dollars. I thought there was a typo or something but apparently not. For three hundred dollars it had better be made out of gold and imported from some snobby designer store in France. You don’t even want to see how much the rest of the getup costs. Also, there’s a parade I have to play in at the end of May which I won’t be here for. And the band teacher says the only things that can excuse you are the things on the same level as a relative dying in a tragic car accident. So he’ll probably pop a blood vessel when I tell him I’m skipping out on the parade just because. He’s very particular about people attending his practices and events. All of them are what make up your grade. Even the ones over the summer. That’s dumb. The school year is out and I’m still getting graded and still doing work when I just want to sit at home all day. This is truly the saddest tragedy of our time.

so guys, i hope dyou enjoued my blog. Don’t botehr responding because your opinion is worng and you’re just a hater. sayonara!

Last Friday when I was entering the school these guys with yard sticks were patrolling around the entrances poking peoples’ eyes out. They jabbed me a few times and pulled a gun to my head to check my temperature. Then they asked me if I was experiencing headaches or a runny nose and all of that. And then they let me in. Ever since that case of malaria broke out I think about fourteen or so kids have been sent home. I’d want to be sent home too but I had testing and I didn’t want to do make up work. The school has really been cracking down so far because once in a while someone will randomly pop in the classroom with a yard stick and make sure people are three feet apart and you automatically get quarantined if your seat is within three feet of someone who had been infected. I think they’re just going to these extreme measures because we’re sort of a laughingstock on social media and the school was totally caught with their pants down when the outbreak occurred, and they’re trying to rebound by being way too strict with the malaria policies. Not that it really matters because once the bell rings we all swarm in the hallways with no social distancing whatsoever. In ELA some random girl appeared. Last I saw her she was having a mental breakdown and ran out of the classroom. I guess she chose today to reappear. Apparently she got suspended because she was waving a knife around and threatening to stab people with it. She sounded very proud of herself when she was explaining that. Seems pretty cringe to me. I mean if she actually stabbed someone it would just be messed up but she obviously brought a knife along to look cool so yeah that’s pretty cringe. Anyhow we’re reading Shakespeare and no disrespect but it’s very boring. Shakespeare writes plays. Not books. To read a play in text form is mind-numbing. Imagine if a book was entirely dialogue and characters were constantly explaining what they’re doing to the audience. Science is boring I’m skipping that. In band we have to put covers over the bells of our trumpets which looks pretty cool. The teacher is expecting us to throw a concert soon but we suck. We missed half a year of school and about a third of our band classes were wasted because the teacher was out sick with malaria. He’s putting too much confidence. Also, he wants us to participate and play in parades during the summer, after school has ended. I’m pretty sure it’s required. This isn’t what I signed up for. Lunch is boring. Math is boring. Social studies is boring. In gym we’re playing softball which is just baseball but with a softball. Right now we’re just throwing and catching but I never have a partner. This happens every class so I have to pair up with the bottom of the barrel and play with the most unathletic kids to ever exist. During the badminton unit I had to pair up with this guy and literally he would just miss his serve every single time. And then when I served it to him he would miss. I didn’t get to play at all. Thankfully this time the guy I paired up with had a good arm and it was okay. Throwing and catching for half an hour isn’t exactly riveting. During the bus ride home as we were on the way to my stop we ran into a bunch of firetrucks blocking the street, about four or five of them. The bus driver honked at no one for about five minutes, and nobody came out to move the trucks. So then we had to slowly back out and take a detour. You could tell the bus driver was pretty annoyed because he started driving a lot faster and I thought I was going to die. Anyway I have to go watch that Demon Slayer movie soon. I watched a bit of the show but I thought it was boring. I’m not caught up on the story at all so I probably won’t like the movie. The other option was Mortal Kombat though, and video game movies are always bad. so guys, I hope dyou enojoued my blog. Don’t bother repsonidgng because your’ opinion is worng and you’re just a hatrer. sayonara!