Where do I start? It really has been a long time since I wrote. To be truthful, I'm writing not because I have anything specific to say, but because I felt a urge to write after such a long hiatus and because I'm waiting for my video of 'The Hangover' on the internet to load. This entry could be compared to a rapper's freestyle rap I suppose. I'm just gonna lay down whatever comes to mind and talk about it. I'm feelin like it's going to be a long one. After all, this is a very significant time of year.
Shoot, all I can think is where do I start..I guess I'll start with Christmas, which just passed. You know, something's funny. In the past Christmas was always so important to me. Right when December started, I'd start counting down the days to Christmas. Back in the day it used to be because I was so excited for presents. Later on it was just cus. This year Christmas just kind of slipped by for me. It surprised me when I woke up to a small army of small children clamoring for me to wake up so they could open their presents. Throughout the day it just really didn't strike me as Christmas. And when it was over it felt just like any other ordinary day. Funny thing is I just might have been excited for it too early. I was really pumped for Christmas around...November 20th. Yup, even before Thanksgiving. I guess I was excited for it too early because by the time it actually rolled around I was all excited-out. This year I wasn't excited about getting anything special, didn't actually expect to receive any presents. And it was a good feeling. It was nice to sit there relaxing while watching my little cousins open presents and see how happy they were. Good stuff.
Ok now it is actually the day of New Years Eve because last night I couldn't think of anything to write about. But I'm back, armed with a post-it note chock full of goodies so I'm ready. As of now it's about T-minus 2 hours until the new decade and I'm hoping to make it in before New Year's so here we go..
In the past year or more recently I've groped with concepts, standards and ideas that I'd always grown to accept as normal that more recently I've really been questioning. My grip on reality and my entire world is probably slippery, at best, which is the way I like it. Wait, let me rephrase that, because that makes it sound like I'm going insane. Haha, that's not how it is. What I'm trying to say is that while my values, morals and beliefs are concrete, how I see the world is always under question, subject to question and influence. So I am always changing, growing, and developing as a person and an individual.
Speaking of individuals, I've always had the strangest belief for the longest time. For some odd reason, I've always, subconsciously or not, placed myself just slightly higher in importance in comparison to everyone else out there. I suppose you could call it inner arrogance. It's this kind of thing where while I respect other people and view them as equals to myself, I also think that my goals, beliefs, abilities, whatever, name it, are more significant and important than that of theirs. Like I, as an individual, is more significant than anyone else in the world. And that I, more than anyone else, can make a difference. And that I, more than anyone else, can get it done. I don't really know if other people think like that as well, or if it's just me. But it's naive to think that I am more significant, or important, or talented, or intelligent than the billions of people out there. Not only because it is definitely not true, but it's the epitome of conceited. I don't know what the cause of this is, but that is 1 resolution for the new decade, learn to appreciate others and what they have to offer and value them just as much as myself.
The second thing that I've grappled with this year is the always volatile system of relationships. Friendships, intimate relationships, associations, whatever kind of relationship. This year's been a whole year of experimenting, seeing what works, what doesn't. I've gained new friendships and I've lost some. Strengthened some and fought losing battles against fading ones. Though one thing that I've been introduced to is something that I have always tried to avoid, and that's conflict. No matter what, I just have not been able to deal with conflict. And yet it is essential to a healthy, close relationship. It's alot like the forest. The forest starts out as a bunch of saplings growing together peacefully in harmony. But as time passes and more and more trees grow and they get larger and larger, the space becomes more and more crowded and all the trees are suffocated together, unable to grow, leaving them all in discomfort. But then a forest fire rages through the forest and burns all of the trees down. While it seems like a disaster, once the fire has passed, the seeds of rebirth are sown and the forest grows back, more healthy and vibrant than before the fire. The fire of the forest is the conflict of the relationship. It's also the fire I've always tried to avoid at all costs. It's unhealthy in that I would rather say something I didn't believe in order to avoid confrontation and smooth things over than speak my mind and face the consequences. While on the surface the friendship/relationship is undamaged, in reality it is hurt because truthful wholesome communication can't be made, thus limiting the intimacy. That is decade's resolution #2. Not to run from conflict.
Another thing that's strange, there are some days where I simply cannot feel positive about other people at all. Even those that I have utmost respect for. My mind is just clouded in pessimism and in my mind I have myself cutting everyone down, picking out their flaws and weaknesses and just dismantling their image for myself. It's probably a result of my own insecurities. Even as such, I find it an odd way for myself to instinctively cope. That's resolution #3 right there, Find a different way to deal with my own insecurities, because it is either impossible or highly unlikely that insecurities will go away, so I need a positive and better way to deal with them.
In our age and day, it's become either really cool or totally uncool, (depending who you are), to try really hard, care about something alot, and have a burning passion. Most people of today think that cruising through life and making it look effortless is that way to go these days. When someone comes along that's visibly making an effort, or is very vocal about what they care about, all that they get in response is humiliation, discouragement, and scoffs. Is it fair that those who try the hardest should be the most looked down upon? To care alot about everyone has always in the past been a goal of mine but it's like there's only so much care to go around. And if that's the case I've got to be selective about who I care about. It's hard though, caring about alot of people. That's alot of attention to divide up. In the past I've become friends with people just for the sake of being able to say I had alot of friends. I'd be totally caught up in stats, look at who I was friends with and how many friends I had. Not only that, but my extra curriculars and activities and decide that I was an extremely accomplished person in comparison to others. I didn't really get to know a bulk of my friends and as a result we'd drift apart, talk periodically and get a little closer, and rinse and repeat. It's always been hard for me to realize that I can't be good friends with everyone and I have to decide which ones I want to keep and which to just be friends with. But I know how I want to be known. Not as the most talented, the most popular, the most athletic, the smartest, but just as the one who cared the most. Gave it his all in sports. Tried and studied hard in class. Was there for his friends. And that's Resolution 4. Simply care.
Well that was everything I had on my post-it note and more actually. Since I've got some time left before the countdown (T-minus 29 minutes) I'm gonna put up my resolution, that ones that I've got right now anyways. My good friend told me how she had categories for them and I thought that was a great idea, so thanks!
Here are my categories: Myself as a person, Academics, Friends/People, Athletics, Health, Mental, and Habits.
Person: Have more confidence, but without being arrogant. Think about others and not just myself. Care more and instill more passion in my life. Learn patience.
Academics: Try hard in every class. Actually learn, understand what I'm learning and care about it too.
Friends/People: Pick my friends. Be more tolerant of people. Don't get annoyed with myself/others as easily. Be ready to deal with conflict.
Athletics: 5' 7, 160.
Health: Take better care of myself and my body. As I learned this year, I am not indestructible at all.
Mental: Keep a positive attitude. Think comfortable even when I'm not. Think big. Have energy. Learn logic and rationalization.
Habits: No mental downsizing of people.
Well, that's all I've got. Signing off for the last time this decade... EWang.
Happy holidays and best of all, happy new year and happy new decade!!
See y'all on the other side. Let's live it up
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
I Left My Heart in San Francisco
Just got back from a school choir trip to San Francisco. And now I'm lookin at 2 WHOLE WEEKS without school. Holy crap. Life is ridiculously great right now. My expectations for this trip weren't that high. I mean, having been blessed to go on so many amazing crystal choir trips, how could this measly day and a half trip possibly compare? Also, I didn't have that many close friends in school choir like I did in crystal, so there wasn't anything I was super excited for or looking forward to. I was definitely proven wrong.
We had a 1 hour bus ride to San Francisco, that was pretty fun, jammin and DJing all the way there. We got there and had dinner at this random place that was definitely too expensive but pretty good. We saw a bunch of freakin talented street performers. That's what I love about the city. Sure it's more dangerous but there are so many talented and interesting people that life in the city never gets boring. I met this random old asian grandma. She was pretty cool, even though I didn't understand half of the words she was saying. It was fun to just wave to or talk to and meet random people. I could definitely tell that they thought I was freakin weird but you know what, I didn't even care. After dinner we went to see the music Wicked. Holy. Crap. The only I can describe it is.....shoot, I can't. It was amazing. It was magical. It made me wanna cry and shout and yell and jump around and cheer all at the same time. It gave me tingles and shivers all up and down my body like no other. It was definitely beyond surreal. The most phenomenal performance I've ever seen in my life.
After the amazing show, we made a midnight In n' Out run and made it back just in time for room check. I don't even really remember what happened at night. We had a conversation about typical guy stuff and apparently I fell asleep mid sentence and started snoring. The next day was breakfast, pack, and off to hotels to carol. Our first performance was straight up awful. It was embarrassing. We were all pretty exhausted and felt like crashing. But after some lunch and a break, we picked it up and destroyed our next performance. During our next break we spent about an hour in this electronics shop with massaging devices of every possible type. Chairs, foot massagers, handhelds, and even this freakin helmet that was the most retarded looking thing ever. It didn't even work. All it did was squeeze your head. After that I definitely felt hecka relaxed. Time well spent. We went to the hotel for our final performance and then went outside to wait for our buses. Then we started a small jam session. At least it started out as a small one, 3 people. Then as we sang more and more songs and people grew more and more comfortable with just singin out, we had at least 25 people all jammin to the likes of 'Watchu Say' by Jason DeRulo and 'Down' by Jay Sean. It was a great feeling, just shouting familiar songs and not even caring what the strangers around us thought. Tons of fun. Before I knew it I was back home. Even though it was only a day and a half, the trip was definitely one of the more fun ones I've been on. It felt like at least 4 days. I'm stoked for mini tour, if my parents let me go. That'll be sick.
We had a 1 hour bus ride to San Francisco, that was pretty fun, jammin and DJing all the way there. We got there and had dinner at this random place that was definitely too expensive but pretty good. We saw a bunch of freakin talented street performers. That's what I love about the city. Sure it's more dangerous but there are so many talented and interesting people that life in the city never gets boring. I met this random old asian grandma. She was pretty cool, even though I didn't understand half of the words she was saying. It was fun to just wave to or talk to and meet random people. I could definitely tell that they thought I was freakin weird but you know what, I didn't even care. After dinner we went to see the music Wicked. Holy. Crap. The only I can describe it is.....shoot, I can't. It was amazing. It was magical. It made me wanna cry and shout and yell and jump around and cheer all at the same time. It gave me tingles and shivers all up and down my body like no other. It was definitely beyond surreal. The most phenomenal performance I've ever seen in my life.
After the amazing show, we made a midnight In n' Out run and made it back just in time for room check. I don't even really remember what happened at night. We had a conversation about typical guy stuff and apparently I fell asleep mid sentence and started snoring. The next day was breakfast, pack, and off to hotels to carol. Our first performance was straight up awful. It was embarrassing. We were all pretty exhausted and felt like crashing. But after some lunch and a break, we picked it up and destroyed our next performance. During our next break we spent about an hour in this electronics shop with massaging devices of every possible type. Chairs, foot massagers, handhelds, and even this freakin helmet that was the most retarded looking thing ever. It didn't even work. All it did was squeeze your head. After that I definitely felt hecka relaxed. Time well spent. We went to the hotel for our final performance and then went outside to wait for our buses. Then we started a small jam session. At least it started out as a small one, 3 people. Then as we sang more and more songs and people grew more and more comfortable with just singin out, we had at least 25 people all jammin to the likes of 'Watchu Say' by Jason DeRulo and 'Down' by Jay Sean. It was a great feeling, just shouting familiar songs and not even caring what the strangers around us thought. Tons of fun. Before I knew it I was back home. Even though it was only a day and a half, the trip was definitely one of the more fun ones I've been on. It felt like at least 4 days. I'm stoked for mini tour, if my parents let me go. That'll be sick.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Can't see
I've always thought that everything beautiful to be seen, they were meant to be seen by the eye. After all, that's what they're made for, eyes. Made for seeing. I mean, there's so much beautiful stuff to see with the eyes. Beautiful views, beautiful buildings, beautiful sunrises and sunsets, beautiful landscapes, beautiful....girls =]. But if you think about it, isn't that so judgmental? In the world today we place so much emphasis on physical appearance. I do it all the time, not gonna lie. I pick which books I'm gonna read based on how cool I think the cover looks, I order food at places that I've never been before based on which picture looks the best. I used to even pick my classes based on which words looked the coolest. Wayy back in the day. This is, what we see with our eyes is just a fraction of what we really see.
I know it might sound weird. But think about it, how much do really know about something or someone just by looking at their physical appearance? Granted, we see tons and tons of things with our eyes, but what does it really all mean? Not much. What we truly see with is our hearts. Think about it. You look at someone, you see them with your eyes, but when you look at them, you have feelings about them as you do. Friendship, excitement, annoyance, hate, etc. That's not coming from your eyes. That's straight up from the heart man. Problem is, people do so much seeing with their eyes these days and not enough their hearts. They meet someone for the first time and see they look a little strange, right away they slap them with a label, whatever it may be. And once you've got an impression of someone like that stuck in your mind, it's hard to change it, even after you get to know them a little.
In my mind it's pretty safe to say that it's not what's on the outside that's important. It's extremely cliche`d, so maybe I can rephrase it in a way that will help more people understand, because obviously not enough don't. What is most important is invisible--that is, invisible to our eyes. It's like an iceberg. What you see of iceberg is merely a fraction of what the iceberg is. The bulk of the iceberg lays hidden under the surface, unseen by human eyes. Same thing applies for people. You only see a teeny bit of who they are, the part that's on the surface. There's so much more that lies beneath the surface, gotta make the effort to go discover it.
Another thing I've been thinking, I feel like I've been going about my friendships and basically all activities in general like they were business affairs..I don't know how to explain it but I feel super formal about everything and procedure-like. And not even on purpose! I had to kick myself and remind myself that friendships aren't about the stats. As in, I don't want to be friends with people just for the numbers of friends I'll have. I want to be friends with them because I want to be friends with them. If that makes sense. Yafeel? I've also learned, the amount of friends I have, how good my grades are, how good I am at this or that does not equate to happiness. That is not to say I haven't been extremely happy over the past half year. It's been a great semester =]. I feel so blessed to be in the situation that I'm in. But sometimes I feel like I make it a huge deal my friends and accomplishments, and it bugs me because I know that that isn't what's the most important thing to me, and yet I can't get it out of my head. Yeah.. that's all for now. Peace man =]
I know it might sound weird. But think about it, how much do really know about something or someone just by looking at their physical appearance? Granted, we see tons and tons of things with our eyes, but what does it really all mean? Not much. What we truly see with is our hearts. Think about it. You look at someone, you see them with your eyes, but when you look at them, you have feelings about them as you do. Friendship, excitement, annoyance, hate, etc. That's not coming from your eyes. That's straight up from the heart man. Problem is, people do so much seeing with their eyes these days and not enough their hearts. They meet someone for the first time and see they look a little strange, right away they slap them with a label, whatever it may be. And once you've got an impression of someone like that stuck in your mind, it's hard to change it, even after you get to know them a little.
In my mind it's pretty safe to say that it's not what's on the outside that's important. It's extremely cliche`d, so maybe I can rephrase it in a way that will help more people understand, because obviously not enough don't. What is most important is invisible--that is, invisible to our eyes. It's like an iceberg. What you see of iceberg is merely a fraction of what the iceberg is. The bulk of the iceberg lays hidden under the surface, unseen by human eyes. Same thing applies for people. You only see a teeny bit of who they are, the part that's on the surface. There's so much more that lies beneath the surface, gotta make the effort to go discover it.
Another thing I've been thinking, I feel like I've been going about my friendships and basically all activities in general like they were business affairs..I don't know how to explain it but I feel super formal about everything and procedure-like. And not even on purpose! I had to kick myself and remind myself that friendships aren't about the stats. As in, I don't want to be friends with people just for the numbers of friends I'll have. I want to be friends with them because I want to be friends with them. If that makes sense. Yafeel? I've also learned, the amount of friends I have, how good my grades are, how good I am at this or that does not equate to happiness. That is not to say I haven't been extremely happy over the past half year. It's been a great semester =]. I feel so blessed to be in the situation that I'm in. But sometimes I feel like I make it a huge deal my friends and accomplishments, and it bugs me because I know that that isn't what's the most important thing to me, and yet I can't get it out of my head. Yeah.. that's all for now. Peace man =]
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Maitinence
Dude. I really have to take better care of myself. A little over a month ago I started to get a little cough. But I felt great. And that was all that mattered. So I went on doing my thing. A little while on, it got a little worse. Did my thaang. Did some foolish thaangs. Like jumpin in a pool of ice cold water...40 degrees dude. Bad idea. Anyways, I gotta get in my head the notion that I'm not indestructible. I have to start taking better care of my body. Like Jamba juice says, my body is a temple. I got no idea what that means dude. Enlighten Me.
Matters of Concern..?
We all do things for a reason. Whatever may motivate us, drive us, make us do what we do. No matter what it is, there's always something. That's something I assumed was true for the longest time. Today I found myself questioning why I cared about, and went to school. And I didn't find myself coming up with an answer.
I suppose I could always say because I get to see my friends, but that's not even really a part of 'school' as in the essence of school. School, in it's academic purity, honestly holds no importance in my life. I mean I guess I do it so I don't let my parents down. But I don't see why I have to go through all this, math, world history, chemistry, english, etc. In my own future, I don't see myself working a job because I want to be spectacularly rich. I see that as kind of selfish, working so hard but only for myself and my family. I want to be out there roaming and doing something that helps someone else and makes a difference. The business man that spends tons and tons of hours sitting in his cubicle making money for his family never changed anyone's life. Not even his own. He's too busy counting numbers in his cubicle for that.
I really don't know why I'm going through school. I really honestly don't even know why I want to go to college. I guess it's just something that's expected of kids from our school and in our area. We take it for granted, that all of us are going to college. I mean there are definitely people out there who have to work their butts off and when they finally make it, college is like the greatest thing ever to them. And here I am, wasting an opportunity. It makes me feel so damn spoiled. But I can't find a reason why I'm in school. For now though, I know one thing. Even if I don't currently have a driving force, I need to start working harder in school. Then at least I won't feel like I'm wasting this gift. I'm tired of mediocrity resulting from apathy. Time to put forth the effort that school deserves from me.
I suppose I could always say because I get to see my friends, but that's not even really a part of 'school' as in the essence of school. School, in it's academic purity, honestly holds no importance in my life. I mean I guess I do it so I don't let my parents down. But I don't see why I have to go through all this, math, world history, chemistry, english, etc. In my own future, I don't see myself working a job because I want to be spectacularly rich. I see that as kind of selfish, working so hard but only for myself and my family. I want to be out there roaming and doing something that helps someone else and makes a difference. The business man that spends tons and tons of hours sitting in his cubicle making money for his family never changed anyone's life. Not even his own. He's too busy counting numbers in his cubicle for that.
I really don't know why I'm going through school. I really honestly don't even know why I want to go to college. I guess it's just something that's expected of kids from our school and in our area. We take it for granted, that all of us are going to college. I mean there are definitely people out there who have to work their butts off and when they finally make it, college is like the greatest thing ever to them. And here I am, wasting an opportunity. It makes me feel so damn spoiled. But I can't find a reason why I'm in school. For now though, I know one thing. Even if I don't currently have a driving force, I need to start working harder in school. Then at least I won't feel like I'm wasting this gift. I'm tired of mediocrity resulting from apathy. Time to put forth the effort that school deserves from me.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Unwind
This past month has been such a whirlwind. It's been a great month. It's weird though, this feeling I've had this past month. I've had so much confidence, almost at the brink of arrogance. I don't know how to explain it. It's made me more fearless in a sense, less afraid of other people's judgment of me and my actions and more willing to step outside of my comfort zone and take risks. But at the same token, I feel like I've become less sensitive to the feelings of others, and in the process I've felt a tinge of jerk enter my personality, making jokes at others' expense without mercy. Some aren't even funny and they just end up putting them down. That's not something that I would normally do. My entire life I've worked towards building a character for myself based on integrity, passion, kindness, trust, and compassion.
It's been a while since I wrote. I just haven't had time or I've been lazy, but finally a length phone conversation with a close friend inspired me to write. He and I share so many of the same views on life, the same values, and the same interests and aspirations. We're already really good friends, but I truly believe we have potential to be far better than that. Despite our countless similarities, we also have differences to compliment each other. He has many admirable traits and there's so much I could learn from him. One thing he's already begun teaching me is the value of patience. Funny. You always hear about how 'patience is a virtue' and you would figure that almost everybody, if not everybody would be patient and understand the meaning and values of patience. Not so I guess. Well I mean I knew that some things you gotta wait for and stuff like that, yaknow? But I didn't truly understand. I don't even know how to explain. Lemme hit you up with an example.
So there's been a mini fiasco goin on fer me at school, not really going to go into details. But anyways, i was all hyped up and stuff fer somethin but I got shot down. Not actually. But basically. Anyways, it was a real reality check for me. I could not understand why I got shot down. But anyways in my moment of distress I hit my friend up and we had a long talk. It started at like..11 and ended around 230. Needless to say, we were both pretty hammered in chem the next morning. Anyways, he made me assess it from a million different perspectives, think about if it was really what I wanted to do anyways and how the future would be and how it would affect me. Pretty grown up for a pair of 15 year olds if you ask me. That's another thing I admire about people. I really respect them when they can act childish and carefree when they want but be very logical, mature, and deep when they want to be as well. Through our discussion, I discovered from myself that I didn't really think that it was the right thing to do. My own emotions were more of a product of peer pressure than what I felt was right. Obviously my lack of patience had failed to restrain me, and if not for my friend, things might have taken a turn for the worse.
But they didn't. I thought about it rationally and decided it was something I was neither comfortable nor ready for. And you know what? I feel like it was the right decision. I'm a huge believer in the notion that if something's meant to happen, it will happen. Maybe sooner. Maybe later. But no matter what, it will happen in the end. So s'all good. We talked about bucket lists too. I realized I really haven't given much thought to what I'd do if I had one month, per say, to live. I mean, that's perfectly normal of a teenager not to think of those things, but I think it'd be interesting. One month.. Wow. I'll think about it and get back to it later.
I think it's about I found a comfortable medium. I've been to both extremities of the spectrum. Facing insecurities and extreme confidence. I've been in a shell and also insensitive to the point where I've blocked out others' feelings entirely. I'm a hunt for that perfect median. In other news, my life overall is going well. Formal's coming up soon. I'm sick. I'm hoping I'm getting better. School's not bad. Except I got a 0 out of 600 points on a lab. I have NO idea how that happened.... Mm. Yeah. Finished Unwinding.
It's been a while since I wrote. I just haven't had time or I've been lazy, but finally a length phone conversation with a close friend inspired me to write. He and I share so many of the same views on life, the same values, and the same interests and aspirations. We're already really good friends, but I truly believe we have potential to be far better than that. Despite our countless similarities, we also have differences to compliment each other. He has many admirable traits and there's so much I could learn from him. One thing he's already begun teaching me is the value of patience. Funny. You always hear about how 'patience is a virtue' and you would figure that almost everybody, if not everybody would be patient and understand the meaning and values of patience. Not so I guess. Well I mean I knew that some things you gotta wait for and stuff like that, yaknow? But I didn't truly understand. I don't even know how to explain. Lemme hit you up with an example.
So there's been a mini fiasco goin on fer me at school, not really going to go into details. But anyways, i was all hyped up and stuff fer somethin but I got shot down. Not actually. But basically. Anyways, it was a real reality check for me. I could not understand why I got shot down. But anyways in my moment of distress I hit my friend up and we had a long talk. It started at like..11 and ended around 230. Needless to say, we were both pretty hammered in chem the next morning. Anyways, he made me assess it from a million different perspectives, think about if it was really what I wanted to do anyways and how the future would be and how it would affect me. Pretty grown up for a pair of 15 year olds if you ask me. That's another thing I admire about people. I really respect them when they can act childish and carefree when they want but be very logical, mature, and deep when they want to be as well. Through our discussion, I discovered from myself that I didn't really think that it was the right thing to do. My own emotions were more of a product of peer pressure than what I felt was right. Obviously my lack of patience had failed to restrain me, and if not for my friend, things might have taken a turn for the worse.
But they didn't. I thought about it rationally and decided it was something I was neither comfortable nor ready for. And you know what? I feel like it was the right decision. I'm a huge believer in the notion that if something's meant to happen, it will happen. Maybe sooner. Maybe later. But no matter what, it will happen in the end. So s'all good. We talked about bucket lists too. I realized I really haven't given much thought to what I'd do if I had one month, per say, to live. I mean, that's perfectly normal of a teenager not to think of those things, but I think it'd be interesting. One month.. Wow. I'll think about it and get back to it later.
I think it's about I found a comfortable medium. I've been to both extremities of the spectrum. Facing insecurities and extreme confidence. I've been in a shell and also insensitive to the point where I've blocked out others' feelings entirely. I'm a hunt for that perfect median. In other news, my life overall is going well. Formal's coming up soon. I'm sick. I'm hoping I'm getting better. School's not bad. Except I got a 0 out of 600 points on a lab. I have NO idea how that happened.... Mm. Yeah. Finished Unwinding.
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