Days of My Life

I wish I could tell you I love you a thousand times To let you know how I feel And once more Just to make sure you'll never go away It has been an extremely hectic week and a half. And it will continue to be an extremely hectic rest of the month. There were so many times in the past two weeks when I wanted to simply stop and blog, but I just never took the time to. I should have, because now I have forgotten all the wonderful things I wanted to recount and all the petty things I wanted to complain about. But I shall try my best in skimming through those events. On the first official day of winter break (I have decided it does not deserve capitalization because it is not true to its name, considering that work is not analogous to break), J, K, P, W, and I went ice skating at Ice at Santa Monica, a seasonal outdoor ice skating rink in, well, Santa Monica. Spectacular fun it was, albeit the many, many times I fell. The many falls forward and backward resulted in an enormous bruise jus

I don't foresee this post to have anything regarding growing up, but the title came to mind, so I just put it down. Is that not that purpose of this? To simply type as you think? It is currently 9:46 a.m. I woke up at a distasteful 8:08 because H had called me and then A asked me to do something for him on the computer. Only to no avail, because this laptop has been taking so long just to start up. So I mindlessly and idiotically spent an hour on facebook... And finally went to wash my face and brush my teeth around 9:30. After this, I shall start (and finish!) the biology notebook for chapter 20 (DNA technology, whatever that is). Yes, we have yet another test on Monday, but this one is only 30 questions short! And since our class is quite ahead of schedule, Ms. R is letting us take the test during classtime, which means... no leaving other classes or staying after school: yay. :) Surprisingly, it has been raining rather consistently lately. In fact, it is still drizzling at the m

Tonight, I feel quite the contrary to what I felt the day of the previous post. I feel like writing a letter to each significant person in my life. Is that weird? Because this is not the first time I have felt this way. I do write the letters sometimes. In my mind, of course. And then I get absolutely no reply. In any case... I feel like WRITING tonight. And I love this feeling. You would think that whatever I will write tonight would be meaningful because of my aforementioned urge. But we shall see. Today, I took my FINAL SAT. I had always told myself I would never take any SAT after October 2009, but things rarely ever work as planned. And truth be told, I had been afraid of regretting not registering for this SAT. So when I found out that the late registration deadline had been extended, I saw that as a sign. Usually, I can predict the approximate score I will get right after I take a test. I do not remember if I was able to do so the first two times I took this test, but today, I a

I feel that I cannot connect with or talk to anybody today. Truth be told, I myself do not even know if I have anything to say, much less what I want to say. Yesterday was the same thing. For some reason, I feel like isolating myself from the world for a while and just not really talk to anybody. Perhaps this is driving people away from me. After all, nobody likes to converse with a standoffish person, right? Gee, I hope this wears off, because this, in addition to many other things, is beginning to tire me out. Today is December 1, which means that 2009 is soon coming to an end. Unlike previous years, I cannot say that this year has passed by all that quickly. I mean, I can barely remember when it was 2008 because 2009 has been so exhausting, in lack of a better word. In other news, I will turn eighteen in a little over three weeks--nothing to be excited for, but something worth mentioning. Hopefully I will host some sort of a function somewhere to enjoy with people I care about. Yay.