what?!?

so yesterday i was examined by a bunch of doctors.

my mom picked me up from school at around 9:20 to go to reston hospital cuz i had an appointment with a person named Dr. Hartley for my broken finger.

i went to the hospital and waited in the waiting room for about...what, 20 minutes while nurses were coming in and out, calling people's last names for their own appointments. when they finally said my last name, i got up to go inside when a different asian elderly couple went to the nurse, thinking that it was their turn. so i sat back down but about 40 seconds later the couple came back to the waiting room looking embarrased while the nurse called my first (pronounced wrong) AND last name AND the doctor we were scheduled to see.

my mom and i went into the hallway and got into another room where i had to sit on one of those clinic beds with the white tissue paper on top and my mom had to sit on one of the cushiony rolling chairs.

like, 4 or 5 female nurses came into our room and asked me a bunch of questions like, "when did you get hurt?" "how did you get hurt?" "on a scale of 1-10, how much does it hurt?" over and over again until i was saying the same thing over and over like some sort of demented bird.

then they took ANOTHER x-ray of my finger at that hospital and when i came out of the x-ray room, Dr. Hartley was waiting for me. he took a look at my finger and started to test where it hurt the most. then he made an appointment for me with a hand surgeon that was to take place two hours later.

during the two hours i was dispatched and my mom and i went to chick-fil-a to grab some lunch. then we went back to my school where my mom told the office we had to have an extended appointment so the office let me pack my schoolbag.

we got to reston hospital and waited in the waiting room for 5 minutes and then a nurse came to lead me to the hand surgeon's office.

the surgeon was looking at me with a concerned expression pretty much the whole time she was telling my mom about how i needed surgery (american hospital people must have a reputation for being nice). to be honest, i kinda expected myself to have surgery. it's to take place today actually.

we were dispatched and when we got home my mom got a call from the hospital saying that i couldn't eat or drink anything between midnight yesterday and the time i have surgery so now im starving myself. no breakfast, no lunch, and me waiting to have pins stuck into my poor finger. yes, they'll put me to sleep.

i can't play violin for the next 6-9 weeks after the surgery. no district orchestra or playing test for me.

btw, winter break starts tomorrow and this saturday is Christmas(:

PISSED. AND DEPRESSED.

hey guess what?
and, for once, i wanted to say "chicken butt."
but no, what i wanted to say here was:

I HAVE A FRICKIN ANNUAL SCHOOL WINTER CONCERT TOMORROW

AND I!! FRICKIN!! BROKE!! MY!! LEFT!! PINKY!!

yes, it has been a wonderful and illuminating experience for me. i now have to do everything right-handed. well i am a righty...

but that doesnt mean im totally safe. i was born a lefty but my parents forced me to write with my right hand so now i do everything with my left hand except write.

WRITE with your RIGHT hand!! (i would say lol here if i wasn't so pissed.)

as to how i broke my pinky...

during gym, i was playing matball (which is a version of kickball) and i was trying to catch the ball that the other team had kicked. i tried to catch it and it swerved to the side. i reached sideways to get the ball and it just bashed into my pinky and it got all swollen so i went up to the PE teacher and he let me go to the clinic and as soon as the clinic saw my pinky, she said, "you're gonna have to go home." no. questions. asked. so i had to call my mom and tell her i needed an x-ray of my pinky.

meanwhile, it had started to snow and the roads were iced.

so we had to go super slow to the ER at inova hospital (idk what its called for real), and i had to be driven everywhere on a stretcher. then they made me take an x-ray and after that they took me to my room where i watched reality TV. (stupid hospital channels)

*speed forward*

then the nurse got back and told me i had to straighten my finger so she gave me two numbing shots (one for each side of my finger) and then after the fluids kicked in, she just snapped it back in place and wrapped my finger in bandages.

frickin @$%$#%#%!@$^&*&!! no winter concert for me.

*shedding tears*

my 6 thank yous

no its not about me thanking people. its about people who said thank you to me today!!! im such a nice person, huh?

1. I was walking down the hall with just my pencil case and agenda in hand when a sevvie kid (was running because all sevvies are afraid of being late to class, right?) crashed into me from behind and dropped all 7 of her binders. (yes i counted.) I helped her pick up his stuff and she was all, "omg omg im so sorry im gonna be late to class!!" and i was like, "kid, calm down" and gave her the binders. so then the sevvie said THANKS SO MUCH and continued her run.
2. (x2)
3. my friend had no money during lunch so she had no lunch. she said she was super thirsty so i went to get her a drink and debated on whether to get her a can of juice or a bottle of water. i settled with the juice since it would be kind of pathetic if all i gave her was a bottle of water (when there was a water fountain at the school cafe anyway). she said "THANKS I OWE YOU ONE."
4. after math league there was a guy who had trouble doing his algebra homework so i helped him and he said "HEY THANKS" after i explained why blah blah blah is blah blah because of blah blah.
5. i was outside and my guatemalan friend (who will kill you if you call him mexican) dropped his giant for-all-periods-use binder on my toe. being a very generous person, i gave him his binder and he said, "lol. i can't believe you're not crying; the binder should be heavy to you. THANKS."
6. my mom finally came after me freezing outside in the cold for 15 minutes. after arguing with myself whether i should take a certain guy who lives in my neighborhood home, i finally poked my head out of the car window and said, "hey, ----! do you want a ride home?" he said, "um, i think my mom's coming to pick me up. THANKS THOUGH."

so yes, my heroic deeds have earned me 6 thank yous for the day. hahahaha :D


*listening to bruno mars*

winter concert!! yay??

YES! its winter concert and i'm so EXCITED!

...or at least i would be if i wasn't stuck with so much homework (i was absent from school yesterday).

i procrastinated (how do you spell that?) on my civics project and now i have to finish it in an hour before the winter concert. sure, i can do that. if i wasn't wasting my valuable (how do you spell that?) time blogging on a website that nobody looks at.

well, you know what they say: vampires suck (idk why this has anything to do with anything...)

*off my eventful course*

today during lunch a kid named charlie started pretend-bragging (is that a word?) about how he sat in a higher seat than me in centreville honor orchestra when i was in sixth grade. charlie, if by any chance you are reading this, please note that i am not trying to find offense (how do you spell that?), but it isn't a big feat to be sitting in front of me. i make mistakes too. a better way to put it would be "i was concert master of the whole centreville honor orchestra!!" in any case, i would like to congratulate you (after 2 years) for being concert master that year. hip hip hooray for you. (and no it's not sarcasm <how on earth am i supposed to put brackets inside brackets without it looking stupid?>)

why am i reminiscing (how do you spell that?) and labouring (how do you spell that?) to say (or type) that for no particular (how do you spell that?) reason?

*trying to get back on course properly*

if you hadn't noticed (how do you spell that?) me say/type it before, i will say/type it again: i procrastinated (how do you spell that?) on my civics project and now i have to finish it in an hour before the winter concert.

blehh. i'm hungry. i smell spaghetti (how do you spell that?) and meatballs cooking in the kitchen.

*abandones computer to go munch on sunflower seeds to subdue my hunger*

while im eating and logging off my computer, why don't you go to youtube and watch the assumption song? very addicting and funny.

the nurse is KILLING ME!!

omg the school nurse is fricking impatient and thinks im a fool. since my voice was hoarse, my nose was runny and my head hurt, i went to the school clinic to ask if i had a fever during activity period, before lunch. since i had a sore throat i decided not to talk louder than i usually do. apparently, the nurse has some hearing issues because she was all, "what? you're gonna have to speak up, i cant hear you."

so, despite my aching throat, i tried to speak clearer using my own voice, but it came out all raspy. the clinic rolled her eyes and said, "you know, i cant write anything down if you don't speak loud enough." wtf?? she rolled her fricking eyes. thats gotta be illegal for school nurses.

i yelled a raspy, "sorry; sore throat!!" to get the message across and the clinic goes, "you cant be rude like that to an adult. say that again but a bit less rudely." i dont think she has a memory of what just happened because by now, my throat stung from overuse-while-sore disease.

fricking school clinics.

so then i said "I. HAVE. A. SORE. THROAT. A. HEADACHE. AND. A. RUNNY. NOSE." with deliberate slow speed and excess lip movement. now the clinic looked kind of irritated and said, "well then go lay down over there and see if the headache goes away. and i dont have any cough drops."

but i had taken an aspirin* this morning so i had no idea why my head was acting up now.

so i gently laid my aching head onto the clinic pillow, and later two other guys came to the clinic room. one of them had a bad cough and the other had a mild headache. the cough dude got a cup of water from the nurse and the headache dude got an ice pack from the cooler with the nurse's permission.

and the whole time i was like, "wtf?"

then the nurse was like, "are you all better now? can you go back to class?"
since i didnt know whether my class was at lunch or activity, i mumbled, "i dunno where i should go."
apparently, i was talking quietly again, so the nurse held up one hand to silence me and said, "didn't i say to speak clearer? or if it's too hard for you, just say yes or no."
i sighed and said, "yes."
"then go ahead to your classroom."

i figured a lot of time had passed, so i went to the cafeteria and my team was there. i sat next to my guy and girl friends, and they were like, "where were you? the table felt so empty!!"

i appreciated their welcome but i slumped my shoulders because i saw that the door to the lunch food was closed and so was the snack line. i said jokingly, "aagh! now i dont get any food for my headache?"

i guess one of my guy friends thought i was being serious. or maybe he knew i was really hungry. so he gave me an unopened banana muffin, saying, "hey, you can have this."
i looked at him in surprise and said, "hey really? thanks, man."

curse my guy talk.

so my stomach was saved and i managed to stay up on my feet without falling after school. no thanks to the clinic.

but now im at home and i feel really sick now. i dont have a fever but i have all the symptoms of a cold. i wanna stay at home from school tomorrow. do you think my parents will let me?



*an aspirin a day keeps the doctor away

fricking TJ test...

yep, if u didnt know, the TJ test was December 4th. a saturday. so i had to waste 4 hours of my saturday to take a test. big deal! i thought i wasnt worried about the test actually, so it wasnt such a huge problem to me if i dont make it. i mean, my parents are like, "ya know, it would be great if you did your best on the test, but if you dont make it but you know you did your best, there's nothing to be disappointed about."

im not that interested in this topic but i guess i'll do a run over. here are the sections of the first half of the test: scrambled paragraphs, logical reasoning, reading comprehension, and math.

on a scale of 1 to 10 (1 being easy and 10 being hard) i would rate these:

scrambled paragraphs: 3
logical reasoning: 6
reading comprehension: 5
math: 8

im not very fond of math tests, i guess, but some people were hyperventilating on the scrambled paragraphs. it was pretty much a breeze to me so i have no idea why it was so hard to them. but i'll say one thing: you SO did not need any kind of TJ prep class to do well on this section of the test.

on the second section is the dreaded essay writing. there were two topics.

1) you are the owner of a company and you just got a new idea for creating electricity. would you rather work by yourself or work with others? explain.

2) you are the member of the student council and the principal has made a proposal: students of your school have to earn 80 hours of community service to graduate. as an SCA member, would you agree or disagree to this proposal? explain.

i said i would work with others and not support the proposal. *reasons will not be stated right now because i'm too tired*

so i guess im just gonna have to wait now.

hrm...

if i was writing a novel, i would call it a writer's block. i need to think!! >.<

oh i found what i was supposed to be thinking about.

so u know how the majority of asians are talking about the TJHSST test thats gonna be coming up this saturday right? see how ONE FRICKIN TEST can ruin a whole week?

"im not even doing well in school anymore cuz of all this studying i have to do."

"dude i cant wait for the test!"

"i HAVE to ace this test or else my parents are gonna disown me!"

"if i make it to TJ, my parents are gonna get me an ipad!"

but some people (such as a lot of my friends) say "eh im not gonna make it but im gonna take it anyway" when in REALITY their mothers are forcing their poor widdle asian children to take a test they dont wanna take. and when asian mothers ask each other how theyre shaping their kids up for the "big" test, they tell each other "oh, i dont know what to do cuz my son/daughter is always rolling on the floor asleep."

guess why? cuz they dont wanna share the secret to their success.

i dont think im gonna make it either cuz of the essay writing part. im blogging so much and yet my writing skills havent improved since i stray off topic too much, so they say. the math and reading part of it is pretty okay tho.

and im speaking the acutal truth: my mom has NOT forced me to take the TJ test. i am dead serious. i just came home from school one day and went "hey mom? i kinda wanna take the test now" and she was all, "yeah i was kinda thinking that too." God knows how we got to that decision. so i ended up getting ready for the test.

im not really sweating it tho since im running out of time to study and i havent studied that much since my mom didnt force me to take the test OR make me study for it.

shes not an irresponsible mother, i swear. she just doesnt believe in making children applying for something that their heart isn't in. i agree, but not because im a kid. when it comes to empathy, i know exactly how someone else is feeling even though i never have felt it before in my own life. its a pretty cool thing too, learning from other peoples feelings. ive done it so many times i cant believe im only living one life and not a million diverse lives.

but the only people i cant sense the feelings of are the abused children and the homeless. i can get to lonliness really easily but...idk bout the truly lonely ones. the best i can do is touch on those and feel immensely sorry for them.

since when was i an emphatical person, you ask? since i was born dipwads. this is something you're born with.

Thanksgiving??

HA! i knew it! thanksgiving is the WORST american holiday served by asians. while whites serve turkey, asians serve kimchi. while whites serve corn, asians serve rice. while whites serve mashed potatoes, asians serve pumpkin juk (죽) filled with peas.

woohoo. way to celebrate thanksgiving ya noobs.

see, this is why you eat at thanksgiving PARTIES thrown by asians. not little asian family sit-downs. asian thanksgiving parties actually serve the good stuff: both white AND asian. so for our thanksgiving day, for breakfast i was served mashed potatoes, rice, and cheese at home. at lunch, my family went to this other person's house cuz my dads a pastor and we were invited to go. lunchtime had EVERYTHING. like, they had turkey, korean and white pasta, cranberry sauce, fruit salad, pumpkin pie, cherry tart, pineapple slices, green beans, etc...

and while im reminiscing, lemme just say that i only just this morning found out how to spell pumpkin correctly. amazing, huh?

so for dinner we went to my second uncle (my dad's cousin)'s house, and DAYAMN he served good sushi. mark of a bad guy: MUST LOVE SUSHI. dude, it looked totally like the kind that they served at chinese buffets, except it looked yummier since he included his own little wasabi sauce that he made himself. he's only a home cooker, but you know how home cookers always have the best homemade food. at their apartment, we got to see their little baby girl.

SO adorable. she looks exactly like her dad.

which, i mean to say, is a HUGE complement, since you dont really see a lot of 30 year old dads who look like they just got married. come on, the baby just fits in the whole young couple picture. :D shes a really healthy fat baby. i guess fat babies are the healthiest. we gave them a box of diapers and clothes for the baby but she's apparently too big for diaper size 3. oh, that little fat 1 year old. *sigh*

and we had a great thanksgiving. not too asian, not too white. cuz u know i gotta have both. (im a fwinkie, thats why.)

Ne maeumun?

I had just emerged from the storage room to put my violin away and began my morning sprint to first period. Unfortunately, the first period bell rang as I went in the door.

"You're late." The teacher coldly stared at me.
Flustered and out of breath, I stuttered, "I'm sorry, my bus was late and I had to put my instrument away in the storage room--"
"I did not ask for an explanation," the teacher cut across me. "Go to your seat."

I hurried to my seat and sat down before she could start docking points off my agenda. Damn, why did I always have to be stuck on a late school bus every morning?

The teacher, meanwhile, continued her long explanation about our homework, assignments for today, etc. She passed out a thick packet of notes and questions to everybody and said, "Kindly finish this packet in class today. Anything that is not finished will be homework."

I noted that she said "finish" and not "work on." Go figure.

Everybody knew the teacher got mad if we didn't explain our tardiness firsthand. Almost immediately after she sat down at her desk and booted up her computer, I walked timidly up to her and cleared my throat.

"Er.." I started uncertainly.
"Is that how you greet a teacher?" she asked, not taking her eyes off her computer.
"Sorry..what?"
"I asked you if that's how you normally greet a teacher."
"Uh..I guess I'll start again, then," I said, completely perplexed.
"No. I asked you a simple yes or no question. Can you answer it please?"

I stared in silence. Wait, what?

The teacher sighed. "Okay, let's start over."
I glanced at the wall and said, "I wanted to explain why I was tardy."
"Have I ever asked? I'm always hearing the same excuse."
"No, ma'am, you've been hearing the same reason. The truth, nonetheless."
She raised her eyes skeptically. "Are you contradicting me?"

I shrugged, which probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.

"My bus was late, ma'am, and I thought you should know."
The teacher rose from her seat and looked at me directly in the eyes. "Do you think I believe you?"
"I think you should, as I'm saying the truth."
"I, on the other hand, think you are lying. I hear that same excuse every day and the same amount of defiance and rudeness that seems to radiate every day in my class. From you."

Shit, I'd forgotten that teachers hate their students' logical reasoning.

I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and tried to start again without the tremor in my voice.

And I dared to ask, "Do you believe in God?" It was the one question that completely threw teachers off balance. I've learned through experience.
"Hmm. Why do you ask?"
I shrugged and said, "I was just wondering."
"That is not a good enough reason."
I looked up at her. "It was only a yes or no question."
"Well, I have to say I find this subject completely irrelevant to the topic we were discussing right now," the teacher said with eyebrows raised so high it disappeared into her flyaway hair.
"Oh, don't worry. I think you'll find it relevant enough to discuss."

The teacher glanced at her watch.
"You do know you are wasting time?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was under the impression that I wanted an answer from you." I glared at her and restated, "Do you or do you not believe in God?"
"And if I say yes?" the teacher inquired.
"Then I would wonder why a believer of God would seek injustice."
"What about no?"
I laughed bitterly. "Then I will finally know what the source of your ignorance is. And seeing your hesitation in answering the question, I must conclude now that if you say yes after all this time, you are an unfaithful believer. If you say no..."

My voice was becoming colder and more forceful all the while. What power lies beyond the everyday art of the human voice?

"...then I will consider you one of the petty obstacles in life that I must face."

I walked away, feeling immensely satisfied at my teacher's--no, my obstacle's--slipping composure and my first feat in life. Teachers must be the first to realize their injustice.

YES! cell phone!

YES!! i. got. a. frickin. legit. cell. phone.

its like all blue and black and it slides on the side of the phone and reveals a FULL KEYBOARD!! but then i have like no text so having a keyboard is completely useless. unless ur gonna spend all day adding contacts, which is exactly what im doing right now. and i have to share it with my mom.

well, she said so herself, shes never gonna use that cell unless she has to go places like the grocery store or piano lessons (shes a piano teacher) and thats it, so shes all "well its just gonna be yours anyway since i never get out of the house these days." ehehehehe. its minee :)

oh i remember when the first time we had my cell, it was a black one that looked really old timey and my mom was all "eww! nobody likes that cell phone! its in black!" cuz she is so much like me. see, this is why people say my mom is like the coolest and youngest looking mom ever. (although that sounds like theyre betraying their own widdle mommies or something)

and she went and got a different style, which is totally fly. *sigh* its not very often that u find a mom who has the same interests in heart as u do.

i mean, of course she still wants me to get "straight A" and all that (something i cant say i ever really cared about).

but dont all moms care about their children being smart? or at least asian moms?

and now its really hard to get back on topic so i guess i'll just keep rambling on about my mom.

...never mind, i'll cancel that.




...cuz ew that sounds horrible.

DX sleepovers!!

ARGH. my lil sis had a friend over for today who goes to my church. shes another pastors kid. AND SHES LIKE A SECOND LITTLE SISTER!!

plus, she got my sister hyper since they want to bother me so much. they locked themselves up in my room and started writing stuff on my pretty design paper that i wont care to repeat. its so childish and immature. they threw the paper at me, laughed hysterically, and ran back up to my bedroom to write more.

but of course, since i like little kids so much, i played along with them and pretended that i was mad and chased them back upstairs...

...to my bedroom.

*sigh* yes, twas just me, my brother, my parents, and twin little hyperactive disorderly asian sisters having a sleepover.

feh. early dismissal.

u know how people think early dismissals are awesome because it means less school hours? i cant disagree but u have to say that whenever we have a dismissal is because its either a holiday (yay) or a test day.

like today.

we had to take a "mock" writing SOL and guess what? they didnt give half of us enough time to finish the thing. i think it was mainly cuz of the tap and count since the english teachers just LOVE seeing us work our asses off on prewriting. they think its a really important part of essay writing.

well, guess what, oh unenlightened english teachers? science teachers and we students think it is a terrible nuisance and a horrible piece of crap. IN. YO. FACE. (what now) 8O

but once all that was over we had an AWESOME PRESENTATION in the little theatre. ehehehe. officer chambers, i could listen to your presentations all year long and never get tired of it. dude shes an awesome teacher/officer/adult. she said words like "boobs" (talking about child pornography) and "crap" (explaining why she doesnt use powerpoints) and "heck, get outta the building when u get the chance. i mean, even i dont wanna be in the building during a lockdown but i have to since i got the gun." she knows its funny but she says it anyway cuz shes funny. duh.

yes, officer chambers, you are the funniest and coolest adult ive ever met. ive dedicated a whole paragraph on you; arent u happy.

oh and hi sam!! ;)

results!! 8D

aieee!! the results for district orchestra came out and GUESS WHAT? i got in!! XD 7th chair, which means i'll be sitting on the VERY EDGE of the orchestra and i'll definitely be able to see the crowd and the crowd will be able to see ME!! (hooray)

i totally winged the scales part of the audition since i lost my scales sheet and they ran out of copies. blehblehbleh. not my fault.

so now im ranked 11th overall, and at my school im second highest violin chair only to this sevvie named kayla shim, who is pretty good by the way. shes ranked 9th overall and on the score i got 171 and she got 173 (out of 200).

which is REALLY GOOD. :)
(whoo go kayla!)

im sitting next to this guy named edward chung and ive known him ever since i moved to his elementary school but i never knew he was gonna come 2 my middle school. i swear, his voice got SO DEEP after just two years. i still remember his little baby boy voice. x)

oh and my friend hyo jung (aka aria) kim is a violist and she got a whopping 200/200 which has like NEVER happened before in the violas. DAYAMN. right after her is emily hwang (who goes to our school) with a score of 199.2, and the next girl named rachel chon also goes to our school and has a score of 198. FIRST THREE VIOLAS ALL FROM OUR SCHOOL!! of course youre jealous. XD

dudez. i feel so happy for them cuz theyre like legit good and they totally deserve the first three seats.

and theres this guy named brian kim who is really really good at violin but he just never tries so big loss for him. hes even better than kayla shim and he ended up in the middle of second violin section in our orchestra because he didnt care about our school seats. i never saw wether he auditioned or not and if he got in or not.

but im so glad that my results were really good compared to last year. last year i think i got a score of 149 or something like that. eww.....

HOORAY HOORAY I GOT IN!!

(and btw i finally got a cell!!)

O.o

you know what i've noticed when i was reading that last blog post? i go off topic. A LOT. so i suppose im gonna have 2 try harder for my blogging skillz to at least be competent. heck, i dont even know what competent means.

meh. vocab essays.

and i cant believe i have 2 write TWO of them for the TJHSST test. no way im getting in, but i have 2 make this test last, dont i? no i dont. but still. vocabs kinda hard cuz i suck at english. english is just "RAAH RAAH RAAH ME NO LIKE PIE" and all that shet. nothin wrong w/ english teachers, i just hate english, is all.

and i picked up black slang while i was living southern VA. doesnt help at all. i mean they were nice kids but im still trying 2 get out of talking slang. its like a habit these days.

omg. look at how off topic ive gotten.

AHH DISTRICTS!!

*grits teeth* ORCHESTRA DISTRICT AUDITIONS ARE FRICKIN DAY AFTER TOMORROW!!

actually im not really that nervous since i made it last year in 7th grade but i only made it second 2 last chair in first violin. I FRICKIN SUCK. and dont say "at least u got in" cuz im totally not buying it. and dont expect me 2 feel sorry for u when u say that 2 my face.

i hope i at LEAST get a better seat than last year, because last year i was in the way back of the orchestra and there was this big headed girl to my right that prevented anybody from seeing my lovely face and my awesome skillz. naw im jk. but not about the big headed girl.

honestly, that girl had like this giant bob hairstyle. it didnt look good on her AT ALL. meh, i bet it doesnt even look good on anybody.

come on, guys. even my MOM agrees with me. and no one disagrees w/ the moms. ;)

at least ive played most of the district pieces before. its just the scales that bothers me cuz i lost the sheet with the scales we have 2 play. i suppose i'll just have 2 wing it when the auditions come. NO FRICKTARD U GOTTA PRACTICE THEM FIRST.

lol. anyway bottom line here, i HAVE 2 get in and i HAVE 2 get a better seat than before and i HAVE 2 be sitting on the outside. ya got that big head?


yeah ya do.