about me

my name is tanoy samaiphong, i would rather u call me gogo. im 14 yrs old, but on my birth cetificate, im 13. apparently my mom messed it up when we were aliens. anyway, i live in warroad minnesota. my bestest of best friends are dakota, amy, holly, and steven. i will not tell u their last names for it is not my choice. my hobbies are reading,playing soccer, and prank calling. my fav teachers are mrs. christian, my english teacher, though i speak fine english. my gym teacher, mrs. ratsmesson, not sure if thats house u spell it. and my history teacher, mr.wells. he's weird but he's ok. my fav color is black and gray. and i don't like fish.
thats all u need to know about me
oh wait, yea, u should know i don't like people to boss me around

my weekend

this weekend was a disaster because i got into a huge fight with my aunt. she was trying to lecture me about what i was gonna do with my life. i mean i'm only 14 for god's sake! and besides, i don't have to tell her my plans. it's my life! i make it up as i go along! i don't wanna wake up with the same thing that happen every other day to stare at my face for the rest of my life. she needs to mind her own business! i hate ut when people try to boss me around. especially by my relatives. they should know enough not to do what i don't like. so anyway we were talking, and suddenly she dropped the bomb and said " what r u going to do with ur life?" i got ticked off right at that momment. my grandma(my other grandma thats not dead) told me to look at my aunt when she's speaking cause i was staring at the window. so i burst into a tantrum and went down to the basement and watched a tv show. i am sorry for what i did to my aunt. but im not sorry enough to say sorry enough to say sorry.






this really did happen but the next day i got lost while trying to find my way to the metro train station to get home, and when i finally got home 2 hours later and she was laughing so everything was fine agan.

my journal

dear journal,
i decided to keep you because my counselor sujested it. And also because i would spontaneously combust if i don't write within an hour. that might be an exaggeration since i haven't wrote anything once in an hour, and im still alive. but still, that hour nearly cause me to to pour gasoline on myself and jump into a lava. in that cast, i would burst into flames in seconds.
Anyway, today is the day i wrote a letter to my grandma. she is dead. but hopefully she will get my letter in the underworld. well, at least thats where i think she is since she never did any good thing besides cooking and cleaning. but if she did, then i'd probably didn't see it. or else she never did any good things.
on my letter, i wrote many stuff and asked the question most common grandaughter would ask.
"why were you mean to me grandma?"
for some crazy reason the letter never came back. was it she didn't have the answer? or did the letter get lost? i sometimes wonder.....




this was a joke. my grandma died but i loved her with my soul.

bad satire

this is weird. i have nothing to say what so ever. i don't even know why i joined the satire class. anyway, we're suppose to be thinking of something so here it is. let's say you're in rome in Julius Caesar's time. you meet this man, he invites you to his house for a party with some of his friends. what would you say? would u refuse him? would you suck up to him and say yes? or would you say a simple yes?
i would refuse him. basically my reason is most guys want what they don't have. he might be famous, he might have anything he desires, but when someone denies him something, he will go after it. like you or me.
this has nothing to do with the subject, but i do not like the satire class very much. i like it, but not alot. i mean i thought it was gonna be about writing some paragraghs, but no you're supose to write something funny. im not funny. really im not. its sad really but im ok with that.