You Can't Take My Child!
Social services are going to take my livejournal away soon if I keep on neglecting it the way I do. So where was I?
So senior year was great. Here's a little cliffnote version of my experiences with senior year.
Musical: Fun! Regret not going for Thespian. So many people I've met but didn't get to know too well. Satisfied with my performance (unlike Matt who was pretty disappointed with my performance). I love the music. Never going to forget this one.
Tennis: Started off as a benchwarmer. Coach switch before season begins. By the time league season started, Alvin (my doubles partner) & I became starters! Woo Hoo. Fun bus rides telling racist jokes with Johnny & Will, watching DVDs, deep conversations with Lawrence, making fun of freshman Andy's tennis family (Him & brother: doubles partners, dad: coach, mom: line judge. Hahaha.), academic scholar: Sid. We were the only doubles for our team to score at CIF game. Downtown Brea & Life Plaza after banquet. Love those guys man. Coach Paras was awesome. Tied for second in league.
Choir: Certainly not the best year I've had in choir but still a memory to cherish. Made some lifelong friendships (Jeretones). Didn't particularly like our show. Year ended horribly. Didn't get to go to SoCal. =((((((( Cloud left and went to Celebration. Going to miss that guy. Paris sucks & ... well you know where I'm going with this one.
Prom: Junior year prom was definitely better (right Kat?). I did the best with my circumstances. Didn't like my decisions? Suck my dick bitch cause I don't give a fuck! Yee boy. HAHAH. I'm on crack. Was it just me or did people feel like water droplets while dancing or something? I thought there was like one final water surprise at the end or something. But nope. Nothing. That would've been disgusting if that was like ... the residue building on the ceiling from everyone's perspiration or something. Rainforest Cafe afterwards! Yum.
Grad night: I can't say I enjoyed it too much. I'm really not all that much of a Disneyland fan and I was tired. It was fun hanging with high school friends one last time before everyone went their separate ways though. I guess whomever invented the idea of grad night was going for a "club" type of atmosphere. I guess clubs aren't my thing.
Graduation: Wore funny cap & gown. Unified under the idea of success. Listened to speeches about success in ebonics. Took a lot of pictures (thanks Billy). Sung "You'll Never Walk Alone." Shannie & Allison's "For Good" was beautiful. Turn the tassel! Yay we graduated! Got a 20 gig iPod for graduation! Woo hoo. Ate at BJ's afterwards. Damn there's bullet holes in my window.
Yay for summer. Well if you didn't already know. A little before graduation my mom bought a ten bedroom house in Reseda. Yeap. That's right. A ten bedroom house. Two for the family. Eight for her nursing patients. I really can't stand that house because it smells like old (because of her patients) but it's gigantic and spacious. My mom didn't sell our Rowland house because she knew I was going to Mt. SAC. Therefore, I'm living alone (with the exception of my sister who lives here during weekdays to go to school and lives in Reseda on weekends to work for my mom as a certified nurse assistant. She's only 17 and she makes bank already!). Soon (probably within the next couple months), my cousins Moses & Jonas will be moving in so Moses can finish his senior year at Rowland & Jonas is moving in just because he can.
Living life without your parents makes you so much more appreciative of the things they used to do for you. Making dinner is too time consuming for me. I've been living off of hamburger helper & chicken helper for quite awhile. I need a new iron because I didn't realize it was on when I put it on my rug and now whenever I iron with it, blue burnt rug ends on my clothing. Where's mom when you need her? No, she's not in your bed.
I spent a weekend over at Jay's beautiful beach house. It was great. Walking distance from the beach & a seal habitat in downtown La Jolla. I love California (with the exception of the $42 per gallon of gas I have to pay). Thanks again for everything man!
My godbrother, Melvin, stayed with us for two weeks. He's from Quebec (French Canada) so he smelled like b.o. He's an only child so he would cry over stupid things like getting killed in Halo. We cracked too many jokes about Canadians one time involving maple syrup, the fact that they say "eh," and the Celtic wars that we made him cry. The conversation when something like this.
Melvin: Ever since I've been here you guys have been disrespecting me because i'm Canadian.
Moses: We're just trying to teach you a lesson to be stronger!
Melvin: You mean a lesson of disrespect!
Me: A lesson of disrespect? What're you talking aboot?
Puahahahahha. I'm a jackass. Galdrin! My cousins & siblings are the greatest. My cousins from New York also spent their summer in Oceanside, so I had the chance to chill with them a little bit. A few cultural differences that can be accounted for:
English sentence: "It's hot" (in reference to the weather).
Southern Californians: "It's friggin' hot."
Northern Californians: "It's hella hot."
New Yorkers: "It's mad hot yo."
Canadians: "It's hot, eh?"
But onto other news, I find it funny how insecure friends begin to make assumptions about you (and the friends you supposedly replaced them with) when you decide not to hang out with them. It's ridiculous because it was a conscious decision on my part so I could spend more time with cousins & siblings. I realized I was doing it and have no regrets. They need to learn to check their facts. If I was asked who hung out with the most this summer (aside from my family), I would say them. That was how seldom I hung out with friends this summer. I hung out with the person they're accusing of having all my attention this summer like four times.
Another thing that bugs the crap out of me is how people say they are open minded but have strong opinions without knowing the entire situation. People shun me all the time because I get run over by people who don't exactly have their life on track or have personalities that aren't preferable to be surrounded with. Those are the type of people you shut of your life all the time. What if you are exactly what they need to get their life on track again? What if you are what they need to be more humble? They're going to be trapped because you have decided to selfishly stop speaking to them. Aside from the fact that drugs are addictive, why is it so hard for druggies to stop doing drugs? Everyone has shut them out of their lives. They don't have anyone to serve as an inspiration. They don't have that network of support. And yes, the music that I listen to is not cRap. Stop talking shit like you know and offer out your heart a little bit.
Well I'm pretty pooped. I haven't caught up to the more recent events in my life but I promise you it won't be long before I update again. Stay tuned for the college experience!
A Chuck the deuce. Peace up. A-town down.
So senior year was great. Here's a little cliffnote version of my experiences with senior year.
Musical: Fun! Regret not going for Thespian. So many people I've met but didn't get to know too well. Satisfied with my performance (unlike Matt who was pretty disappointed with my performance). I love the music. Never going to forget this one.
Tennis: Started off as a benchwarmer. Coach switch before season begins. By the time league season started, Alvin (my doubles partner) & I became starters! Woo Hoo. Fun bus rides telling racist jokes with Johnny & Will, watching DVDs, deep conversations with Lawrence, making fun of freshman Andy's tennis family (Him & brother: doubles partners, dad: coach, mom: line judge. Hahaha.), academic scholar: Sid. We were the only doubles for our team to score at CIF game. Downtown Brea & Life Plaza after banquet. Love those guys man. Coach Paras was awesome. Tied for second in league.
Choir: Certainly not the best year I've had in choir but still a memory to cherish. Made some lifelong friendships (Jeretones). Didn't particularly like our show. Year ended horribly. Didn't get to go to SoCal. =((((((( Cloud left and went to Celebration. Going to miss that guy. Paris sucks & ... well you know where I'm going with this one.
Prom: Junior year prom was definitely better (right Kat?). I did the best with my circumstances. Didn't like my decisions? Suck my dick bitch cause I don't give a fuck! Yee boy. HAHAH. I'm on crack. Was it just me or did people feel like water droplets while dancing or something? I thought there was like one final water surprise at the end or something. But nope. Nothing. That would've been disgusting if that was like ... the residue building on the ceiling from everyone's perspiration or something. Rainforest Cafe afterwards! Yum.
Grad night: I can't say I enjoyed it too much. I'm really not all that much of a Disneyland fan and I was tired. It was fun hanging with high school friends one last time before everyone went their separate ways though. I guess whomever invented the idea of grad night was going for a "club" type of atmosphere. I guess clubs aren't my thing.
Graduation: Wore funny cap & gown. Unified under the idea of success. Listened to speeches about success in ebonics. Took a lot of pictures (thanks Billy). Sung "You'll Never Walk Alone." Shannie & Allison's "For Good" was beautiful. Turn the tassel! Yay we graduated! Got a 20 gig iPod for graduation! Woo hoo. Ate at BJ's afterwards. Damn there's bullet holes in my window.
Yay for summer. Well if you didn't already know. A little before graduation my mom bought a ten bedroom house in Reseda. Yeap. That's right. A ten bedroom house. Two for the family. Eight for her nursing patients. I really can't stand that house because it smells like old (because of her patients) but it's gigantic and spacious. My mom didn't sell our Rowland house because she knew I was going to Mt. SAC. Therefore, I'm living alone (with the exception of my sister who lives here during weekdays to go to school and lives in Reseda on weekends to work for my mom as a certified nurse assistant. She's only 17 and she makes bank already!). Soon (probably within the next couple months), my cousins Moses & Jonas will be moving in so Moses can finish his senior year at Rowland & Jonas is moving in just because he can.
Living life without your parents makes you so much more appreciative of the things they used to do for you. Making dinner is too time consuming for me. I've been living off of hamburger helper & chicken helper for quite awhile. I need a new iron because I didn't realize it was on when I put it on my rug and now whenever I iron with it, blue burnt rug ends on my clothing. Where's mom when you need her? No, she's not in your bed.
I spent a weekend over at Jay's beautiful beach house. It was great. Walking distance from the beach & a seal habitat in downtown La Jolla. I love California (with the exception of the $42 per gallon of gas I have to pay). Thanks again for everything man!
My godbrother, Melvin, stayed with us for two weeks. He's from Quebec (French Canada) so he smelled like b.o. He's an only child so he would cry over stupid things like getting killed in Halo. We cracked too many jokes about Canadians one time involving maple syrup, the fact that they say "eh," and the Celtic wars that we made him cry. The conversation when something like this.
Melvin: Ever since I've been here you guys have been disrespecting me because i'm Canadian.
Moses: We're just trying to teach you a lesson to be stronger!
Melvin: You mean a lesson of disrespect!
Me: A lesson of disrespect? What're you talking aboot?
Puahahahahha. I'm a jackass. Galdrin! My cousins & siblings are the greatest. My cousins from New York also spent their summer in Oceanside, so I had the chance to chill with them a little bit. A few cultural differences that can be accounted for:
English sentence: "It's hot" (in reference to the weather).
Southern Californians: "It's friggin' hot."
Northern Californians: "It's hella hot."
New Yorkers: "It's mad hot yo."
Canadians: "It's hot, eh?"
But onto other news, I find it funny how insecure friends begin to make assumptions about you (and the friends you supposedly replaced them with) when you decide not to hang out with them. It's ridiculous because it was a conscious decision on my part so I could spend more time with cousins & siblings. I realized I was doing it and have no regrets. They need to learn to check their facts. If I was asked who hung out with the most this summer (aside from my family), I would say them. That was how seldom I hung out with friends this summer. I hung out with the person they're accusing of having all my attention this summer like four times.
Another thing that bugs the crap out of me is how people say they are open minded but have strong opinions without knowing the entire situation. People shun me all the time because I get run over by people who don't exactly have their life on track or have personalities that aren't preferable to be surrounded with. Those are the type of people you shut of your life all the time. What if you are exactly what they need to get their life on track again? What if you are what they need to be more humble? They're going to be trapped because you have decided to selfishly stop speaking to them. Aside from the fact that drugs are addictive, why is it so hard for druggies to stop doing drugs? Everyone has shut them out of their lives. They don't have anyone to serve as an inspiration. They don't have that network of support. And yes, the music that I listen to is not cRap. Stop talking shit like you know and offer out your heart a little bit.
Well I'm pretty pooped. I haven't caught up to the more recent events in my life but I promise you it won't be long before I update again. Stay tuned for the college experience!
A Chuck the deuce. Peace up. A-town down.