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Blood

I have not really blogged the past 2 weeks. Haven't been home other than to sleep really the past 2 weeks and it seems it will be like that this coming summer. My computer was barely on the past 2 weeks. And it will take up way too much space to blog the past 2 weeks, so screw it.

First day of summer class today. Can't believe it but I'm taking Canto 1. I still gotta do my math placement. Canto 1 is 4 long hours a day, 5 days a week for the next 3 weeks. Oh my my my....

Got my new blood donor's card today. Finally after a month and a half.

Polarity

Sometimes I wonder why I'm sad when I have no reason to be. Then I realize I'm watching a movie. Sympathetic sadness.

Watching A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints.

Sad and good movie. Makes me satisfied (or less wanting) of where I am but sad about where other people are or have been. Things need to change.

Driving along I5 it's all barren. Then around 30 after leaving sonics there's a solitary sunflower on the side of the road. Then after 10 minutes more.

Dreams

Leaving for LA tomorrow. Packing tonight. Sleeping early. I guess I'm driving first. Bright and early.

Went to the bank today with my dad to finally unlink my savings and checking accounts from theirs. The banker guy that we worked with, Don V. Orozco (got his business card) was a short, portly Filipino guy. Had the accent and all. He asked a lot of questions. He laughed a lot. Every time I answered a question he would laugh. I guess it was supposed to put people at ease but being the cynical and, I wouldn't say pessimistic but I see the worst in situations and people, I just thought he was so full of crap. He seemed like a nice guy though. Really weird though was that all the bankers around knew my dad by name. I guess we've been going to this branch of Wells Fargo for around 7 years so they should know. And my dad seemed to know everyone too. He talked to him about the people that left and new people. Connections.

So I ended up sitting there for around an hour while they did all the transactions stuff. Signed my name 4 times. Get a card in 2 weeks or so. I guess I'm supposed to feel more responsible, older, better, etc. but I don't really. A debit card is pretty much another, easier oppurtunity to spend money. I really need to learn how to save. And I really need to get a job.




I like/hate how my blogs are usually in the order that I recall the things that happened instead of chronological.

Went to pick up my diploma early today. A recent occurence has been that my internal clock has been waking me up exactly on time. I haven't set my alarm since the end of school but I always wake up on time for whatever is occuring. Grad I woke up early after sleeping at 3am. Other people's grad was the same. I would wake up at 10 when the grad starts at 11. Today I woke up at 9am right on the dot after sleeping at 4am. I didn't want to drive to school so I tried to get other people to. Lazy me. Originally Yvonne was supposed to take me but she was asleep until like 10. Janet said she could take me instead but Yvonne woke up and called me right when Janet signed off and I had to call to cancel. Fun fun. My diploma sucks. No Magna Cum Laude. I thought I got that. My GPA was above 3.5 for sure...I think.




Stop here if you'd like. The rest is reflective gibberish that I just need out of my head. It probably won't make sense and I hope it doesn't.

I'm realizing this is a pretty long blog so (is there a reason to?) I'll end it on a sad note. I hate it when things you plan on doing just don't happen. Personally it's usually due to my lack of action or my fear of failure. I realize now that I used to get "depressed" over these things. Not the cut myself boo whoo wear all black and hate the world. But there was this period of time where I would wallow in self pity and just sit there and think of how pathetic I could be. That was really stupid. Thank you hindsight.

There has to be a reaction when bad things occur, but it should be a positive reaction. Obviously there are ups and downs to this life (yay for cliche phrases!). Is looking back 20 seconds ago considered hindsight? Well if it is, hindsight says wow, this is all common sense. People have written books on this the last 200 years, and probably 95% of them have become best-sellers. But seriously do you really need a book that tells you something as simple as this?

Darn you non-chronological mind. I just remembered that at the bank while Don (the banker guy, not Don Vuong) was getting some paperwork my dad talked about getting me a car. I was totally satisfied with a used car, even a late 90s piece of gas efficient crap with no airbags. I guess I kinda grew up and realized that I need to stop being such a selfish person. Hehe never. But my dad was talking about APR financing and blah blah blah and he said that he'd rather spend double the price of a used car to get a new car with 5 years/0.0% APR financing blah blah blah and I was like HELL YEAH! I guess I might be getting a brand new car. But he said "family" somewhere in there so I guess I would be stuck with the old SUV. Oh well I'm satisfied.

Goodbye

Grad practice was tiring. Even though I slept at 2 and got around 7 hours of sleep I was tired. Got there early for practice, parallel parked in traffic (YEAHH!!! I feel so damn good) and chilled in line forever. It took them an hour before they (Mrs. Jones and ASB future and present) started to line us up. Then it took another half hour before we actually went in. Then it was an hour of "rehearsal" where no one payed attention.

Had to give Lynna a ride home afterwards cuz I forgot to bring my extra ticket for her. I ordered like 13 but ended up only using 12. Had to give Kathy a ride home too. I was so tired I spaced out while driving and ended up driving in a big circle around berryessa instead of taking the direct route down jackson. Silly me.

Afterwards I was supposed to go with Kathy when she got her tragus (had to google that one) pierced. I forgot though and she ended up going by herself. She ended up calling and telling me what a waste of $75 it was and how she thought it looked ugly. HAHA!

Real grad time. Showed up way early and the same thing happens. They take an hour before we go in and we don't even follow what the rehearsal was. I kinda fell asleep in the beginning but Marissa woke me up. Sylvia was fun to sit next to. We pretended to be siblings (cuz we had the same last name in case you didn't know). We've sat next to each other at major school events since middle school cuz of our last names. Her and her sister are twins holy crap. Crazy stuff.

Afterwards was your typical mad hunt for friends and people you will probably never see again until the high school renunion in 20 years. Joy.

Goodbye and enjoy.

Immortalized

Maybe I'll blog about this later. (Like I ever do)

//Stupid thing won't let me post pics. If you are willing check out the link. I'll edit this later after grad practice. Speaking of that, I'm gonna head to sleep so I won't be stupid tired during practice and subsequently (WHOA! SAT words!) screw up during the actual graduation.//

Yay it worked. I'll tell the story later I guess.

Alright I will do it.

The day started with Chaboya grad. Went to see a friend's little brother grad. 3rd year in a row I've gone to a Chaboya grad, and boy they are all the exact same. Same speeches, same spot to sit in, same everything! The parking is always a pain too. I parked in some obscure side street which I forgot the name of and the location. It took me 20 minutes to find my car and by that time I was pretty much late for the MV grad. Thank God for the carpool lane.

Ended up at a friends house at around 5:45. Argued over whether we had the balls to do shirtless or shirts. Shirtless it was. Painted fast. The paint was cold. It was gay as hell 5 shirtless guys painting each other purple and gold (coincidentally it was a Laker game that night). Drove way too fast in an area where cops are regulars. Parked a half mile away because the grad already started and we ran ran ran all the way there. I was in flip flops and that was the worst run I've ever done. I forgot to mention the fact that when I was driving the paint started cracking on my abdominals area. Hurted. Since we got there late we had to start in the back and when we tried to sneak up the center aisle the stupid lady there was on her rag or some shit cuz she wouldn't let us past. We almost missed Silas's name and when we ripped our shirts off the lady was like "PUT YOUR SHIRTS BACK ON!"

The best part was afterwards. It got cold though. Many pictures with many people and a lot of WTF faces. Some cougar bitch said something like "hey handsome". It was just weird. Kept track of the game on a friend's G1 but that's no fun. Caught the 2nd half (6 minutes into the 3rd quarter) at a friend's house. It was a tense game. Me and my friend noticed we had L and A in purple and gold and we decided to stand together and chant. Was fun. Had a great dinner. Homemade Indonesian food! Watched Toy Story until 12:30ish and rushed home.

Around

Senior meeting at the football field. I ended up going 15 minutes late and I guess (and I really hope...) I didn't miss anything. Sitting in the hot sun was crappy. Standing in a long ass line on the football field was not fun. Took forever to get our free tickets. Then we had to go into yet another line at the bank to get our tickets we ordered. I decided to skip the line and hit up McDonalds with Kathy. Saw Mr. Dolci there. I didn't know him but Kathy had him for gov/econ so she said hi and he joked about how she wasn't supposed to get that extra credit and stuff. His moustache was so distracting. It was all I could stare at when he was talking. Then me and Kathy decided to name it. I forget what we named it.

I got a Hazelnut Iced Coffee ($2.19) which tasted like crap. Kathy got herself some McNuggets and finished it before we even got back to school. The line was thankfully gone by the time I got back. Got only 7 extra tickets though.

Picnic not

Didn't go to senior picnic. Regret it somewhat after hearing some stories. Ended up visiting some people at EVHS. Got chased by cops in the parking lot. Ran back to my car and waited it out. Snuck in with the PE kids. Chilled in some AP Chem class, watched a movie, watched the chem teacher explode a diet coke and mentos experiment. Went to a Spanish 2 class. Listened and fell asleep to Spanis.

Went home and ate and I slept from 4 - 9. WTF. I've never napped like this while not being sick. My contacts turned my eyes crazy bloodshot. Like pothead bloodshot.

Last Day

Last day of school. Typical last day. No need to describe. Not going to the last dance. Or didn't go should I say. I have no excuses. Tickets were 25 cents, so I can't say too expensive. I never really liked school dances. I really have no justifiable reason other than personal preference.

I also decided (after my mom lectured me again) to clean up my shit. I did recycle a lot of school stuff before already, but I still had a huge pile. I started with my computer desk. Man. The English stories and stuff I was supposed to turn in was all there. Darn. Wasted paper. My mom used to keep all that stuff in boxes and whatnot. You know, like the Asian pack rat parents that have all your grades and stuff. It was dumb. We ended up recycling it too. A lot of AP books. I should put them up for sale.

Still hasn't hit me that high school is over. Maybe after grad. Shit. I hope I do cry. If I don't I'm a heartless bastard. I need to read more books. And use the computer less. And even out my damn tan. And actually get into going to college, even though it's De Anza (glorified high school) where I'll see roughly 20% of the senior class.

Scrubs is always a good laugh.