I’m sure many teens across America are relieved that the first week of school is over! Now, we just have to lay back and relax during the much-needed labor day weekend.

So far I am loving high school, all except a few little details. Number one on my list are the killer binders that just love to attack me in the hallways. Whether on purpose or by coincidence, I’ve had several incidents with people ramming me in the arm with their sharp binder corners. Needless to add that I have many scars across my arms now- it’s only a matter of time before someone accuses that I’m cutting myself on purpose.

Another peevish thing I’d like to mention- to all those with hard-to-pronounce names, I’m sure you’ll sympathize. Since it’s the first few days back, the teachers, of course, feel the need to pronounce and slaughter our names. This year, I decided to go by my nickname, Roo, which should make it easier for the teachers… or so I thought. I’m not sure how many other ways “Roo” could be mispronounced, but I sure bet my bag of flaming hot cheetos that I’ve heard them all by now.

And, as a lost note, for all who have embarrassed themselves on their first week, this story will make you feel better. Most people I meet can tell I’m a klutz within a few hours, which I guess isn’t too great. I’m not sure if I’m just at an awkward stage of life (oh goodness, I hope not) or if my head-landing “accidents” have finally taken their toll. Anyways, on Wednesday during 7th period, I had to walk up to the front of the room and present a project with my group. Halfway through Shakespeare’s famous words, “To be, or not to be, that is the question!”, I suddenly felt something pull me down. The next thing I knew, my knees had smacked the floor as a roar of laughter came up from the crowd. Apparently they had thought that I had done it on purpose to be funny. Heh, sure… on purpose…

Site wise, look forward to a new layout! which I hope to get up by Monday, wish me luck!

Usually in my household, we fend for ourselves when it comes to food. Mum, reserving to her carryout nonsense and I, to the oh-so-painless instant noodles. Yesterday however, I decided to brave the world of culinary arts and attempt to make Mongolian beef. Usually this dish is made with green onions, but since we didn’t have any on hand (outrageous!) I had to resort to substituting the very important ingredient with a regular onion. Since I am an avid watcher of the Food Network, I know a few tricks when it comes to cutting onions. For instance, if you don’t want the waterworks to start, throw on a pair of sunglasses. Which I did, naturally, I always trust what the food experts. :happy: After the cutting was done, I moved on to the meat- which is actually pretty nasty if you look too close. After 20 minutes or so, the stove was on high and the oil was crackling merrily, the meat was browning nicely and my sauce was thickening. (I praise the miracle that is soy sauce.) This is when it all started to go downhill, right when I reached for my bowl of onions. I had assumed at this point that it was safe to take my sunglasses off. Because you never see Rachel Ray cooking with sunglasses on, do you? Oh boy, that was one strong onion, during the process when transferring the onions to the pan, I started tearing up. Instinctively, I reached up and whipped my eyes with my hand. Needless to say that the stinging pain got worse, way worse. The rest of my night involved many trips to the bathroom and half a container of soap… I’ll spare the gruesome details.

Site wise:

I was extremely pleased when I checked the site’s statistics today rooeh.net has been averaging 300-480 unique hits per day this week! Thank you so much for visiting this humble site, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. To celebrate, I’ve added a new brush set, and plan on adding the vector stocks I’ve prepared. As well as some new textures :shiftyeyes: I think they’ll receive your approval.