Shut up and deal
My head hurts. My toes are frozen. My fingernails are falling off.
It was one of THOSE weekends. 99% of the time i am so happy to be alone, but then 1% of the time i don't want to be, and it was the 1% weekend. Not that i was alone for a lot of the time.
Friday night i had a reunion with a summer buddy, ed. It was a lot of fun to see him again. I went to USC and picked him up after some boba, drove around, went back to USC to pick up the guy he stayed with, Oliver, and then we went to California Pizza Kitchen in downtown, walked around there for a bit looking at all the pretty fountains and buildings, then back to USC to take Oliver back to his dorm, to study or i don't know what he did. He appeared to be a genius to me; he's premed, he came from...a foreign country (i forget which one) and did some intern thing that only graduates get to do (oh boy, i was about to put "over graduates get to do" because i was thinking of undergraduate...overgraduate...oops). This is a bit from Oliver i thought was funny:
Oliver: Look, they put in these riot proof doors
Ed: Um, Oliver, don't you mean fire proof doors?
Oliver: oh...yeah...that's what they were saying...
So then ed and i thought we'd go to pasadena. but we went on some unknown freeway to me, which is basically every single one down there, so we got lost. I knew we should have taken the 101, but no one would listen to me. then we took him to hacienda heights and dropped him off at his relatives, then i came home and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up when my mom accidentally tried to sit on me, thinking i was just one with the blanket and couch.
Then, today, saturday, I did not do much at all. I got up thinking there was scouting, then remembered that in fact there wasn't, so I went back to sleep till a single digit number in the early afternoon, then had to go to the store. And that's when i got sick of making lunch and dinner for myself. I actually called my mom up to tell her about my day, and she thought that was completely nutty. And the entire day i felt like i was waiting for something bad to happen, like for to get rejected from college or for someone to get really mad at me and start an argument. I was just edgy, apprehensive, and worried. And i did some homework, went to shikha's to get the psychology homework, to work ahead bit.
Then i got an email im hoping was a fraud. It was supposedly from berkeley, and the subject of the e-mail was "you are dismissed," but when i opened it up, just some squares came up. I thought i was going to have a heart attack, i started to think of ways to hide THIS ONE from my mom, where i could live in the backyard, or how i could get enough food to take with me when i run away to the moutnains to live. Then i realized taht it wasn't real...i hope. i am still skeptical, i think it was a sign.
So now, because of my superb planning skills, i've got to study for a chemistry test, write an essay, and due a take home math test tomorrow, or rather, today, since it is 2:40 in the morning now, i don't knwo why it took me over an hour to write something lacking in organization and literary merit.
Good night everyone.
It was one of THOSE weekends. 99% of the time i am so happy to be alone, but then 1% of the time i don't want to be, and it was the 1% weekend. Not that i was alone for a lot of the time.
Friday night i had a reunion with a summer buddy, ed. It was a lot of fun to see him again. I went to USC and picked him up after some boba, drove around, went back to USC to pick up the guy he stayed with, Oliver, and then we went to California Pizza Kitchen in downtown, walked around there for a bit looking at all the pretty fountains and buildings, then back to USC to take Oliver back to his dorm, to study or i don't know what he did. He appeared to be a genius to me; he's premed, he came from...a foreign country (i forget which one) and did some intern thing that only graduates get to do (oh boy, i was about to put "over graduates get to do" because i was thinking of undergraduate...overgraduate...oops). This is a bit from Oliver i thought was funny:
Oliver: Look, they put in these riot proof doors
Ed: Um, Oliver, don't you mean fire proof doors?
Oliver: oh...yeah...that's what they were saying...
So then ed and i thought we'd go to pasadena. but we went on some unknown freeway to me, which is basically every single one down there, so we got lost. I knew we should have taken the 101, but no one would listen to me. then we took him to hacienda heights and dropped him off at his relatives, then i came home and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up when my mom accidentally tried to sit on me, thinking i was just one with the blanket and couch.
Then, today, saturday, I did not do much at all. I got up thinking there was scouting, then remembered that in fact there wasn't, so I went back to sleep till a single digit number in the early afternoon, then had to go to the store. And that's when i got sick of making lunch and dinner for myself. I actually called my mom up to tell her about my day, and she thought that was completely nutty. And the entire day i felt like i was waiting for something bad to happen, like for to get rejected from college or for someone to get really mad at me and start an argument. I was just edgy, apprehensive, and worried. And i did some homework, went to shikha's to get the psychology homework, to work ahead bit.
Then i got an email im hoping was a fraud. It was supposedly from berkeley, and the subject of the e-mail was "you are dismissed," but when i opened it up, just some squares came up. I thought i was going to have a heart attack, i started to think of ways to hide THIS ONE from my mom, where i could live in the backyard, or how i could get enough food to take with me when i run away to the moutnains to live. Then i realized taht it wasn't real...i hope. i am still skeptical, i think it was a sign.
So now, because of my superb planning skills, i've got to study for a chemistry test, write an essay, and due a take home math test tomorrow, or rather, today, since it is 2:40 in the morning now, i don't knwo why it took me over an hour to write something lacking in organization and literary merit.
Good night everyone.