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wThursday, April 25, 2002 |
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Well, I finally wrote back to Nikki. *Sigh.* Stupid ILPC packet reminded me that SHE WON'T BE THERE THIS SUMMER.
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wMonday, April 22, 2002 |
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Literati expanded vocabulary: (not all mine, mind you)
aroused
peckers
dicks
gases
trek
lords (Lord of the Rings)
damned
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Oh, the irony: "Tommorow is national attraction day (no joke!) Everyone has a crush, even if they wont admit it...send this to ten people on your buddy list within the next half hour and youll find out whose attracted to you..and maybe let that special someone know u have your eye on them! JUST COPY AND PASTE IT"
What were we JUST talking about today, Kristan?
I am officially addicted to Literati. (Stupid seniors. They may be able to spare hours everyday to play this, but I'm not ripe and mature enough yet to be screwing myself over...)
I guess things didn't seem as...well, they seemed. I thought Sunday was what it usually was, what we were always like, but I guess other people had different ideas. Not that I didn't mean it when I said 99-1, but 99-1 is just to make it into 100%, it's more like 9-1. I'm not looking for a relationship, even with her. Friends, we'll always be friends.
Phuzzy....
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Second night in a row that I've been dodging midnight curfew. =)
We got a new computer. This thing is three times faster than the previous one and actually thinks FASTER than me. Man, this is the life I've been missing. A computer that actually responds the instant I click the mouse.
Saturday:
Wake up at 9, head to Office Max and Walmart looking for a scientific calculator to use at UIL.
Pick up Vic then drive out to Alief Taylor.
Lug 3 science books into Alief Taylor, cram for 5 minutes, go into classroom to take UIL science test.
Finish about 1 hour 30 minutes, waited for Vic to finish.
Left Alief Taylor at 1:15pm, drop Vic off.
Rush around Houston on highway to get to Bellaire by 1:30. (Actually made it at 1:40. I practically drove from Vic's house to Bellaire in 13 minutes. Go me!)
Go to I-Fest to volunteer.
Got stuck in the skate park zone. While moving a ramp, one tipped over and scrapped up my entire right arm.
Got stuck in the ticket sales booth where I sold tickets to drunk people for 2.5 hours.
Left at 6 (Finally! Those I-Fest volunteer coordinators were neither coordinated nor respectful to us volunteers that are GIVING our time to the festival without being paid. I bet they were getting paid.)
Went to Fung's Kitchen to have dinner. (My first and only meal of the day)
Got home ~9 pm. Left at 9:15 to go to Escalante's to meet up with Adam and Olivia.
Go to Olivia's house, play bball, sit around and talk. Leave at 12.
What a day. =) Total miles driven: 56
99-1, Adam.
There are so many things I want to tell you, so much time I want to spend with you, and yet I never find the time.
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wTuesday, April 16, 2002 |
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Press Night last night was awesome. Next year's staff, whoever they may be, will make press night so much fun! Oh, and Kristan, I was not freaking out about those ads, just annoyed that they kepts on screwing themselves up. =)
My mom came home from out of town for two weeks. It felt different to have her around now. Hm... When do you think I should tell her about my 80 in history?
I took a nap today, around 5:30. I told my sister to wake me up (because I knew my alarm wouldn't do it). Then, at 6-ish (I'm pretty sure, but I didn't look at the clock. My sister watches TV so she must know the correct time every half an hour) my sister comes in and pokes me. I climb up and say, "Okay, thanks." She leaves and I collapse back in bed. Next time I wake up, I look at my clock and it says 7:04. I take a peek outside my room and I see my sis's room's light is still on. I'm thinking, oh, it must be morning. I mean, every morning looks just like this. So I stumble over to my sister's room and see her watching TV. I'm like, "Why are you watching TV so early in the morning? (Keeping in mind I actually think it's Wednesday)" She looks at me and laughs then goes back to watching TV. Five seconds later, she turns to me, "You really have no idea what time it is right now, do you?" "Seven-ish," I said. "Haha, right. Seven-ish." Stupid sister, . Can I have Angie instead? Seems like everyone wants to think we're twin siblings and I wouldn't mind taking her as my sis anyday. =)
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wSunday, April 14, 2002 |
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Next time we decide to host a "party at Albert's", I'll be sure to have "American" drinks, okay Sam? And apple juice is NOT old people's drink. (whoever made that comment...)
I can't believe I missed soccer today. I would've liked to play on the monkey bars too....
I saw Harry and Natalie at Star's today! Harry had such a surprised look on his face...hahaha....
This year's math club skit is going to be the end of me. I resign all my dignity now before I lose anymore of it during election this Thursday. Speaking of which, everyone come to election on April 18th!!!!
"Isn't it ironic?"
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I miss a relationship. I miss the happy feelings that last for days, the new things to learn about that someone else, a person to look to when I need help. I miss the conflict, the suspicions, the advice from friends, the parents. I miss the double dates, the just-chilling times, the silences on the phone. I miss the alert popups on AIM, the call on the cell phone when you're out with your friends and you smile when you're talking and everyone around you knows who it is. And yet, I feel like I'm no longer worthy of those experiences. I've hurt too many, let too many people down. 7-card stud, anyone?
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I have to say, this has been the worst recital I have ever done in forever. Not only did I forget some of the song, I actually had to PAUSE to recompose myself because so many mistakes were piling up. *Sigh.* And I was the last act too. I had been playing with my piano teacher's studio for the longest so she put me last. What a disappointment. I spent all day practicing my song to smooth out those places that I thought I would mess up, but I never expect a grand piano to be so damn LOOSE. Espcially when I had been praciting on a tight piano all morning, it just doesn't work well. Add one three tablespoons of adrenaline and you just lose all thought and control.
Then, after I was done, my piano teacher had to find SOMETHING to say...so she was like..."Uh, it takes many years of practice and playing to bring such expression from the piano. Maybe in some parts, it could have been better but overall, he proves that the piano is capable of such expression." Then, right after she said that, someone asked her to play a solo (she always plays a solo, but I guess she didn't prepare one this year). She didn't want to, but we all coaxed her along. =) She started playing a song I was semi-familiar with (if I only knew what the song was called) and (OH!) she paused as well. Evidently, she was messing up consecutively as well! And it turns out, she completely changed her song to "reset" things. Right after the recital, she walks up to me and says: you need to practice more on grand pianos and big rooms. The sound in performance halls is completely different than that in a small room and you need to get used to it or you ARE going to mess up like this in competition two weeks from today. (Woohoo, I'm destined to screw up. My piano teacher thinks so, too. That means I have no hope.)
Sitting in that room, staring at two shiny grand pianos, watching the five-person, three-movement concerto made me realize how happy I was, with music of course. Just the techniques, the subtle movements, we all incorporate without knowing, makes me feel so special to still be part of that group. When I grow up, I'm going to own three grand pianos. =) Two side by side in a really big sunroom/study area, and one in my own private soundroom. Now all I have to do is earn that much money.
For future reference: Whoever I end up marrying has to know how to play piano. A must. =)
I'm glad you had fun at Belle Ball last night. I feel like I've earned the trust of yet another person while you were gone. I treasure trusts, but I also have tendencies to lose them quickly....
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Vertical Dizzy: nite nite =)
djae 102: byte
Vertical Dizzy: megahertz
djae 102: ?
djae 102: wut
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Vertical Dizzy: my train of thought runs faster than yours
Vertical Dizzy: i've industrialized, efficient bullet train unlike your slow steam engine train
iNDiGO dances: my caboose! ^_^
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Going to Chinese, sixth period. I'm about 20 feet from the door and I see Diane Chang......being "abnormal" with the door (it was a joke of course). So, when I do get to the door and about to walk into Chinese, I give her this funny look and say "I'm going to stay as far away from you as possible." I walk right into the classroom without looking, shoulder Diane Wu as she's walking out and she completely spills on the floor. (Who ever thought Diane could be so light?) Anyway, the whole Chinese class got a good laugh.
dianegoburp: later bumper into
Vertical Dizzy: later bumpee
Perhaps you've pushed him one too many times, but isn't this the exact reaction that you were looking for? You wanted him to be mad, to hate you, to justify your reasons and feelings. And now that it's here, it still hurts. I don't have that kind of medicine in my bag; I'm only a quack doctor. Don't turn to me for comfort, only reason. And reason is sharp yet blunt, cold yet reassuring. Empathy will take an Angie or a Mary. Sorry. :-/
I'm not mad at you. I don't feel you did anything wrong. You followed your whim, your guts, you wants. You asked who you wanted to ask, made the choices you knew felt right. You said what you had to say, spoke the difficult words, lived the consequences. But wasn't that your motto all along? No regrets, don't look back. (Or maybe that's mine. But we're similar in many ways.)
Life's a deck of cards, five card draw. So what if you didn't find your ace the first hand, go for the draw. So what if you lose and fall, ante up and play again.
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AzYn HyPe: great minds think alike ^_^
Harry did the Kristan-gay smile. He's been mutt-olized!
Kristan and I held our own private press night tonight in TPP. It was so much fun. Made me remember what press nights used to be like. And the fact that we know where we're going with TPP (her as editor-in-chief and me as business manager) makes me feel more like a team. What fun cleaning up that icky-icky computer room. There was so much food on the floor, it was unbelievable.
May Ann and I are talking about how long we have known each other. Seven years now. Maybe more. Funny thing, though, is the fact that I've known her dad just as long (if not longer). Back in the days, I used to go to the ICC summer camp thing and I still remember her dad as the person that tended the front gate (let the kids out as their parents came to pick them up). Of course, I hated summer school so I couldn't wait until my parents came. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time around the gate and I became known as "the kid that was always at the front gate" to his dad. Then, fourth grade orientation at T.H.Rogers, I still remember sitting in the cafeteria (or somewhere like that) and seeing May Ann sitting behind me. Her dad recognized me and I recognized him. How funny. =)
Memories ~ hanging out with the outcast ~ I seem to do that a lot in life, hang out with the "other" one(s). Lindon at ICC, Donato (the only black kid in my class grades 1-3 at St. Thomas), Brian (a Phillipino nerd [just like me! Well, not the Phillipino part] also at St. Thomas), Ofon in eighth grade. Brian was cool. I remember there used to be this show on PBS called Ghost Writer that Brian and I used to watch. We'd try to solve the puzzle before the show revealed the solution. The kids in the show (the "detectives") kept black notebooks; we kept black notebooks. All the gumshoes had matching black pens that hung on a string around their neck; needless to say, ditto. We were nerd buddies. After I left St. Thomas in '94, I lost touch with him, but I saw him at the St. Thomas car was just this year. He was the poor guy holding the sign out for those cars passing by that just don't seem to care. =)
I'm tired, but I don't want to forget Ofon. He was a cool person and tomorrow will be his blog. =)
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I love Clarence. Oh, wait. Did I mention I love Clarence?
BiG CL33: kick ass next year and on the app and u're on ur way to cambridge
Who needs a Mr. Granoff? =)
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My, I'm spending an awful lot of time at Harry's house. Till 11:15 on Tuesday doing physics lab, 10:30 tonight doing physics homework.
That was a boatload of physics homework problems to do. Good thing Harry and I worked out our buddy-homework system. =)
Speaking of Mr. Granophloph. I seriously can't stand that man anymore. I ask him for a rec, and he tries to "mentor" me. I already asked him, if so many people ask you for recs, how can you afford to lend 3 hours of "counseling" to every one. You know what his answer was? "True, a lot of people ask me for recs, and for many, I just write them off with one. For others, though, I feel they are more open and need more guidance to their decision. Those are the ones I spend a lot of time with." Thanks, Mr. Granoff. I appreciate the effort and, not to be ungrateful, but 1.) I'm a junior applying for summer school, not a life-altering decision nor a 4-year-long-term-investment in college. If I were applying for college, maybe I'd like your counseling. 2.) Did I ever say I was more open, that I was looking for counselling? 3.) Will you please stop stalling on the rec and just write the &^%@#$ thing. All it asks is for you to check boxes off, not write my biography for me. What part of first-come, first-serve don't you understand? The sooner all my recs get in, the sooner I get an answer if I got in or not. Please...
So, last resort and, again, no offense to Mr. Granoff, but I'm going to have to ask someone else to write the rec for me. I can't tolerate this any longer. I asked him Thursday before our 4-day holiday but he put me off because he wanted to "interview" me. I ask him again on Tuesday (when we got back) and he "interviews" me. Try criticize and tear apart, more like. He totally shattered my view of what I thought I was going to do when I grew up. Now, I still don't know, despite his "mentoring". If anything, I don't feel like doing anything when I grow up now. Maybe I'll just dabble my whole life. He gives me a week to "think about what I really want to do in life" (like any of us need to know this at our age and grade). So I give him a week and go talk to him today. First, I had to wait over 1.5 hours for him to mentor one student (that's one person, mind you. I was sitting there mindlessly for 1.5 hours when there wasn't even a "line"). After over an hour of "mentoring" (again), he comes to the conclusion that he's still not ready to write that rec. *&^$ man. I'm sorry, but you're really getting me. Too bad you can't read this, but at the same time, good thing you can't.
Thanks to Mr. Granoff, my life has gone from: astronomy/space/stars ---> bio-engineering/robotics ------> web design/graphics design/animation design -----> I-don't-care-anymore. I don't even know what's fun for me anymore.
Piano recital is this Saturday. SO not ready. I don't even know what song I'm planning to perform. *Sigh.*
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I just downloaded Abandoned Pools - Humanistic in less than 5 minutes. See, Kristan, even with your personal second phone line, you can't top my "not affected by stupid construction people severing major cables" cable connection. =)
What a day.
Physics- 5/10 minutes late because of the rain. Started the lab blindly, didn't even finish half of it.
English - The ONE day I stay awake all period during English is the day she comments how the whole class is asleep.
Calculus - Absolutely could not stay awake in this class. I felt so bad too because I was perfectly awake just the period before. I kept on trying to look up at the board/him, but always awoke with my head on the table. I wonder what I looked like to him...
Chemistry - Busy work with Mrs. Len who tried to discreetly update Geo about the recent turn of events at Rogers. I was fretting the whole time about how I was going to get home and back to pick up my 7 out of the 9 stamped assignments that were due but I left sitting next to my computer.
TPP - Tried to order cake for out banquet from this bakery who was so totally out of it. They kept on switching me from one person to another (and they all sound the same, mind you) and I got so confused who I had already placed an order with and kept on repeating myself and sounding like an idiot.
Chinese - Yeah, didn't go that bad. I got to check out the EYP points for math club and they're quite encouraging.
History - Oh boy. Bad day. I managed to turn in all 9 stamped assignments, started doing the busy work they assigned for us that was suppose to prep us for the "quest" tomorrow, but realized I knew jack nothing about the chapter. I'm scared about tomorrow's quest. I really need this grade.
Night - Spent 4.5 hours at Sam's house doing chem labs, didn't do any other homework. Not to mention, I now "love" everyone on my buddy list thanks to Sam. I'm tired now, so screw other homework. =)
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