wow. what a small world. what a ridiculously small world. paula's date to junior prom (joey) is my friend from waaaaay back in elementary school. here's how i came about my revelation:

me: joey's not filipino?
paula: no. he's chinese.
me: is he really? i always had an image of a filipino boy in my mind.
paula: nope. his last name is chen. joseph chen.
me: chen. joseph chen. joseph chen? i knew a joseph chen in elementary school.
paula: do you think it's the same one?
me: well he was a year younger then me, and you said joey was a sophomore. what school does he go to?
paula: moreau.
me: which is in hayward. which is where my elementary school, lea's christian school, was.

then me and paula started getting all excited. haha. so later that night paula calls joey and finds out that he's the one and the same joseph i knew way back. i haven't seen that child is SEVEN years. i can't even BEGIN to imagine what he looks like, much less what his personality is like. i mean, the last time i talked to him he was in third grade and i was in fourth grade. wow. seven years. i am SO super excited for prom now. it's gonna be grrrrreat to see him again. cuz we were pretty good friends in elementary school. well, we were as good friends as little 9-10 year olds can be. it's not like we shared a deep and meaningful friendship, and it's not like i told him everything. but we were cool friends.

i find it funny that i just find out NOW that he's the joseph chen from elementary. cuz i remember paula and michelle mentioning him before. joey's so sweet, and joey this and joey that. joey joey joey. but i NEVER made the connection cuz first of all they never mentioned his last name, and even if they did i wouldn't have guessed it. he never went by joey. geez.....joey....when the heck did he pick up that name. it always used to be joseph. it'll be super awesome to see him again, but i can't help thinking it'll also be awkward. i mean what am i gonna say to him. what can in talk about? last i saw him, we were probably playing soccer or tag. haha.

i got into an argument with my dad last night about prom. what a jackass.

me: im going out to dinner with my friends before prom
dad: what? no you're not
me: yes i am
dad: i thought we were perefectly agreed that you were eating dinner at home on saturday.
me: but it's prom. i want to go out to eat.
dad: no ur staying at home for the barbecue.
me: but ariane (my cousin) probably isn't even coming. so what's the point of me going? (it's a barbecue with my family and my uncle's family)
dad: so? it's my birthday. you have to go.
me: it's your birthday?
dad: yes
me: oh

(my mistake there. i sooooooo totally forgot about his birthday. i knew it was next week but i thought we were celebrating NEXT week. we always celebrate the week of but not earlier. but i was smart enough to keep my mouth shut and not say that)

dad: just yesterday you were saying you were eating at home
me: no not yesterday
dad: YES YESTERDAY!
me: no....it was tuesday.
dad: fine, tuesday. you still agreed.
me: yeah, but me and my friends decided to go out to eat.
dad: you're not going. who says you have to go?
me: but i already told them
dad: so cancel then
me: i can't
mom: you don't have to go out to dinner. why don't you eat lunch with them.
me: that's not how it works. you go out to dinner THEN you go directly to prom.
dad: not everyone does that
me: YES everyone! that's how prom works. it's my PROM, how can i NOT go out to dinner.
dad: no. that's my final answer. i don't want you going out to dinner.

(then he said something along the lines of, "not yet. it's too early." or "not yet. you're too young." now after he said that i guessed what his underlying meaning was. my sister used to go out to dinner A LOT. not when she was a junior in high school but later on. college i think. but anyways, my parents didn't like her going out to eat so much so i guess they think they're going to prevent me from following in her footsteps of "lavish eating" by forbidding me to go out to dinner with my friends.)

dad: if you keep on arguing with me you're not even going to GO to prom.
me: but the tickets are already bought
dad: then throw them away
me: you can't throw them away! they're paid for!
dad: i don't care. throw them away.

and that's when i stopped arguing. i realized by then that i'd lost the fight. but i think i did pretty damn well. i went out with a bang. i don't know why he was getting SO pissy over it. i have ONE prom. he's going to have like forty more birthdays! whoop-de-freaking-doo. like he was getting SO mad. i didn't think my parents would object to it, so i went ahead and asked them. if i knew they were going to say no then i would've lied from the beginning! see, now i can't make up an excuse to leave my house early cuz then he'll know im lying. the latest i can leave my house is 6:30.

i should've never started off telling the truth. the truth NEVER WORKS! hahahaha. i didn't want to lie in the beginning not only cuz i didn't think they would say no but also because when you tell too many lies, you get tangled up and it's gonna bite you in the ass one day when you screw up ur cover story or something. damn. now i can't go out. blegh.

i woke up this morning with a runny nose in addition to my sore throat. yep, i can tell im on my way to a fast recovery before prom.