Finally went to the beach. It was fantastic. That was expected. What was not expected was thinking of matters greater than moments consisting of myself and my friends. I stood at the shore (the water was freezing) with the waves meeting my feet only to recede back into the ocean, and I thought to myself "What a concept." Different people walk into your life, and I'm not talking about your best friends. I'm talking about the people with whom you converse not too often, yet you remember them. And as soon as you begin to revel in their presence, their momentary stance with you disappears and retreats back into obscurity. But they're not really gone. They stay with you and shape who you are. The friends and family you see and with whom you interact can obviously have a huge influence in your life. But sometimes, it's the people who tangentially touch you --such that it almost seems immaterial-- that help shape your views and personality. Each wave onto shore is different, as is every person, but they blend together to make something greater.
Don't know if I conveyed everything within my thoughts at the moment, but I hope that the jist of it is displayed.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Rejection
Honestly, it's not as bad as it seems. You found out, you move on, and you don't dwell.
Speaking of which, I got rejected from a college today. My first, actually. Considering it was a "reach" for me, I will say that I was expecting it. But expecting something and something actually happening are two vastly different things. Mildly disappointed, but I'm already in somewhere I would love to go and still waiting for other schools. Things could be worse.
On the other, one my best best best best friends who is my brother from another mother (one of many) got it, and I am absolutely ecstatic for him. It is in-fucking-credible, and he will most likely be going there. Woot!
Over and out (but the game's not over yet).
Speaking of which, I got rejected from a college today. My first, actually. Considering it was a "reach" for me, I will say that I was expecting it. But expecting something and something actually happening are two vastly different things. Mildly disappointed, but I'm already in somewhere I would love to go and still waiting for other schools. Things could be worse.
On the other, one my best best best best friends who is my brother from another mother (one of many) got it, and I am absolutely ecstatic for him. It is in-fucking-credible, and he will most likely be going there. Woot!
Over and out (but the game's not over yet).
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Dictatorship
I feel like I would be a god-awful ruler or dictator. Rewind and re-phrase. My mom thinks that I would be a god-awful ruler or dictator. She knows about my low tolerance for people with an incredible amount of stupidity or a severe lack of common sense. And then she laughed at me because in the "real world," I will be constantly dealing with such people, and they may be in a higher career position than I at times. Buzzkill. So, what does this have to do with being a dictator? I decided that, should I ever be the one to make rules and such for some odd reason, no one who falls under the category of "lacking common sense and/or extremely idiotic" will be allowed to pro-create. Take the octo-mom (or octo-pussy, as Perez Hilton likes to call her) for example. Complete moron. She says that it is God's wish for her to have all these children.
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Excuse me? Maybe the fact that you were artificially inseminated is the reason for all your children. Not God's will. Not anyone's will but your own. Not even your mom's will! And now, the world has to deal with a whole new generation running around with her genes. Let's hope that they are stupidity-gene-free.
Back to the new world order... Yeah, no passing on DNA ridden with idiocy. That's all I ask.
Common sense, people. It's not incredibly hard to use it.
P.S. This was a completely random post that was spurred by mom laughing at my ranting and raving at some of the ridiculous acts committed by some of my peers.
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Excuse me? Maybe the fact that you were artificially inseminated is the reason for all your children. Not God's will. Not anyone's will but your own. Not even your mom's will! And now, the world has to deal with a whole new generation running around with her genes. Let's hope that they are stupidity-gene-free.
Back to the new world order... Yeah, no passing on DNA ridden with idiocy. That's all I ask.
Common sense, people. It's not incredibly hard to use it.
P.S. This was a completely random post that was spurred by mom laughing at my ranting and raving at some of the ridiculous acts committed by some of my peers.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Confusion and Frustration
... but mostly frustration.
I don't think that I have ever hated a class or teacher as much as I do my English class this year. I'll take my 6th grade science teacher over her, and he threw stools and slammed doors. Anyway, contrary to belief, I like English; reading is one of my favorite pasttimes, and good literature never ceases to amaze me. I did not sign up for AP Literature and Composition simply because of the points it would add to my GPA (though, I admit, that definitely played a factor), rather so I could better myself in writing and possibly read some great books. Is that so much to ask? But I digress...
Today, my teacher (who shall remain nameless) decides to go over study questions (requiring much more analysis as opposed to "find the answer in the book" sort of stuff) for Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (not particularly interesting to me but I deal). For some reason unbeknowest to myself, this week she has been unmotivated to teach at all. Like yesterday, we went over questions without so much as a correction and then she gets annoyed when we don't have the right answer and has us do a writing assignment on something already correctly and thoroughly answered by a student. Moving on to today... The questions become more of a pop quiz: each of us is assigned 2-3 questions from the packet that should have already been filled out, and we present our answers for the class to take notes. Not only is that annoying (I'm not one for public speaking), but it is also no help what-so-ever. She did not make an effort to even correct us. One guy presents his answer and she says (and I quote) "Mhm... that doesn't seem right" and proceeds to type in his grade on the computer in front of her face. Would it have been stupid of me to ask her "Then what is the right answer?" Whatever, I can deal with that; however, with her following actions, I could not.
Another student proceeds to share his answer with the class. What he says never came across my thoughts as I read the book yesterday. So, I think to myself "Where did he find that? He's either looking way into the text or it's probably from Sparknotes". But it's really none of my business. Turns out, it's the latter, and our teacher goes insane. Not the overly dramatic, wild insane, but the quiet anger and frustration with wide eyes that stare at you as if it will melt the flesh off your face. She goes on a tangent about how we, as a class, are unable to think for ourselves and rely on other sources to tell us what we are reading... What.the.fuck. Just because one person shares outside information does not mean the entire class uses it as well.
And after her lovely speech, she tells us "I'm done for today," and goes to her desk to sit. Oh, but not before explaining that we have an essay tomorrow and that she will be scouring Sparknotes tonight to ensure that we do not plagerize.
The cherry on top of this is that after class, she holds back a group of students (myself included) telling us that we must attend an optional writing workshop to improve our essay writing skills. For the record, in this group of students, is one of the few people who holds an A in the class, and as for myself, she used my thesis paragraph as a good example not too long ago. Why the hell should I go to this shit when I fully know that I am a better writer than some not required to do so?
Enough of my ranting. Maybe a little "Open Happiness" will cheer me up...
Title Credit: Sum 41
I don't think that I have ever hated a class or teacher as much as I do my English class this year. I'll take my 6th grade science teacher over her, and he threw stools and slammed doors. Anyway, contrary to belief, I like English; reading is one of my favorite pasttimes, and good literature never ceases to amaze me. I did not sign up for AP Literature and Composition simply because of the points it would add to my GPA (though, I admit, that definitely played a factor), rather so I could better myself in writing and possibly read some great books. Is that so much to ask? But I digress...
Today, my teacher (who shall remain nameless) decides to go over study questions (requiring much more analysis as opposed to "find the answer in the book" sort of stuff) for Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (not particularly interesting to me but I deal). For some reason unbeknowest to myself, this week she has been unmotivated to teach at all. Like yesterday, we went over questions without so much as a correction and then she gets annoyed when we don't have the right answer and has us do a writing assignment on something already correctly and thoroughly answered by a student. Moving on to today... The questions become more of a pop quiz: each of us is assigned 2-3 questions from the packet that should have already been filled out, and we present our answers for the class to take notes. Not only is that annoying (I'm not one for public speaking), but it is also no help what-so-ever. She did not make an effort to even correct us. One guy presents his answer and she says (and I quote) "Mhm... that doesn't seem right" and proceeds to type in his grade on the computer in front of her face. Would it have been stupid of me to ask her "Then what is the right answer?" Whatever, I can deal with that; however, with her following actions, I could not.
Another student proceeds to share his answer with the class. What he says never came across my thoughts as I read the book yesterday. So, I think to myself "Where did he find that? He's either looking way into the text or it's probably from Sparknotes". But it's really none of my business. Turns out, it's the latter, and our teacher goes insane. Not the overly dramatic, wild insane, but the quiet anger and frustration with wide eyes that stare at you as if it will melt the flesh off your face. She goes on a tangent about how we, as a class, are unable to think for ourselves and rely on other sources to tell us what we are reading... What.the.fuck. Just because one person shares outside information does not mean the entire class uses it as well.
And after her lovely speech, she tells us "I'm done for today," and goes to her desk to sit. Oh, but not before explaining that we have an essay tomorrow and that she will be scouring Sparknotes tonight to ensure that we do not plagerize.
The cherry on top of this is that after class, she holds back a group of students (myself included) telling us that we must attend an optional writing workshop to improve our essay writing skills. For the record, in this group of students, is one of the few people who holds an A in the class, and as for myself, she used my thesis paragraph as a good example not too long ago. Why the hell should I go to this shit when I fully know that I am a better writer than some not required to do so?
Enough of my ranting. Maybe a little "Open Happiness" will cheer me up...
Title Credit: Sum 41
Friday, March 13, 2009
Night In
Two of my best friends are over right now. Dancing and what-not. We all differ in music choices, but we make it work. Currently, Soulja Boy is blasting on my lap. Her choice, not mine, not his. We'll see what'll be playing later.
Tournament tomorrow. It's been a while since I've actually played a game. Whatever. Until next time...
Tournament tomorrow. It's been a while since I've actually played a game. Whatever. Until next time...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Stick to Your Interests
Have you ever noticed the number of "hate comments" people leave? Especially on YouTube videos. I wonder if they purposely go to links featuring people/things that they so enthusiastically hate. Hello? If you don't like, don't watch. Seriously. I'm all for having your own thoughts and shit, but why would you watch and comment something you fully know is not something that would be enjoyable.
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Pinch Me
Because I must be dreaming. I got an acceptance letter from USC today, and I am BEYOND ecstatic! My mom went there, so naturally, I grew up watching Trojan football (with an obvious disdain for UCLA). I don't know... A lot of people told me I would be able to get in, but being the stubborn, pessimistic, minimal-self-esteem-having person I am, I would not believe a word until it happened.
And I'm so glad it did! I think I'm going to run around and scream for a bit.
And I'm so glad it did! I think I'm going to run around and scream for a bit.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Bi-Polar, Maybe?
The weather that is. Hot, summer day to cold drizzle the next, then another clear day and today, (northern) downpour. I don't care what goes on, I just wish it was consistent. >.<
I had a dream the other night. But in the dream, it seemed like present-time and the past 3 months have been the dream. I walked in the dining room after getting the mail when my gramps walks by me and stands next to me. I think something's wrong because he passed away 3 months ago. Everyone in the room stares at me like I'm insane while I blabber incessantly about how he's not supposed to be here. And he just gives me that squinty-eyed look that's like "what in the world are you talking about" and says "I'm fine." Strange, really. It makes me believe in some sort of afterlife now. That or the mind creates things for yourself to give you reassurance and some peace of mind.
Club soccer started up again yesterday. We played flag football, ultimate frizbee, handball, and tug-o-war (or however you spell it). Severe lack of soccer and working out. Not that I'm complaining. After 5 months of soccer 5 days a week, a little deviation from the norm is just fine with me.
I had a dream the other night. But in the dream, it seemed like present-time and the past 3 months have been the dream. I walked in the dining room after getting the mail when my gramps walks by me and stands next to me. I think something's wrong because he passed away 3 months ago. Everyone in the room stares at me like I'm insane while I blabber incessantly about how he's not supposed to be here. And he just gives me that squinty-eyed look that's like "what in the world are you talking about" and says "I'm fine." Strange, really. It makes me believe in some sort of afterlife now. That or the mind creates things for yourself to give you reassurance and some peace of mind.
Club soccer started up again yesterday. We played flag football, ultimate frizbee, handball, and tug-o-war (or however you spell it). Severe lack of soccer and working out. Not that I'm complaining. After 5 months of soccer 5 days a week, a little deviation from the norm is just fine with me.
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