People generally get more religious the older they get. Some of them because they truly found their faith, others because they desperately want to grasp onto the concept of life after death. They go through the motions with the hopes that there really is a place for them after death, and that the place isn't hell.

No reason for this post by the way. Just an epiphany that I reached through various observations.

I love...

My Nokia E71 and its ability to be used as an internet modem.

we're the kids in america, wuh oh.

Yes I realize my last post was about 30 minutes ago. Yes I realize I still haven't gotten anything done. No Mr. Speaker, I refuse to answer anymore of your inane questions.... -.- Movinggg on.

I was looking through my old photo albums and I found this little ditty:
Yep, that's me to the left... Now my question is... Uhm... What happened? Seriously, you see that smile that I'm donning? That my friend, is a carefree smile. The only thing I cared about when I was that age was waking up on Saturday mornings to watch Power Rangers. Dang. I miss those days. And looking back, I realize that I'm getting old... Like old fart old. I mean I'm going to college in the fall. And next thing I know, it'll be another four years, and I'll be going through the same hellish application process to get into a graduate school. Who knows what'll happen between then and now... Hopefully I can find some time to fit that carefree smile back in... After these next two weeks. This is a promise to myself and whoever's going to bother reading this. In the meanwhile, I don't really remember the last time I smiled and I didn't have anything on my mind. It's always school, family, money, people, college (yes college is in a different category than school for now), food, and even just figuring out what order I should prioritize them in... This is the part where I sigh. *sigh*

On a side note, there are three things I really want right now, and they all involve food:

Frozen Yogurt







Pho









Sushi

Looking out a dirty old window...

Someone I know once said that she blogs in order to have a reason not to do homework. Well that's my reasoning for this post. I do not want to study for AP Calculus. I do not want to do my make up work for AP Environmental. I do not want to get started on Paper II for Mr. Reid. Ugh. -.- I'll get to them eventually. I should probably get cracking on AP Calculus now though. Disgusting.

I have so many obstacles to overcome before I even think about reading the first paragraph of chapter one of the Princeton Review book. My guitar is to the right of me. My AIM window is open. I have three tabs in my reading queue from Wikipedia. And you know what? I embrace these obstacles. I enjoy every single second I have of not doing meaningful and productive work. Heck, if I tried hard enough, I could probably convince myself not to study or worry about anything at all. But that would be ill-advised. A revocation of my acceptance letter would be quite embarrassing.

Something tells me that I wouldn't be able to laugh about that even if I looked back on it 20 years from now.

Brando out.

shut up

Okay yes. I just followed my own blog. Shut up.

in the know

It's 10:00 PM at night. All I hear is the noise of incessant typing and occasional mouse clicks. I'm scouring Wikipedia like I normally do, rather than submitting to the tediousness of homework or the sweet allure of sleep. The thought of writing my college statements passes through my mind. How am I supposed to convince colleges that I am unique in less than 500 words? Obviously not through my grades or extracurriculars, everyone has those. I’m honestly not sure, but I do know that Al Capone's business card stated he was a used furniture dealer, and that Coca-Cola was originally green. I did not learn this in school. No, I learned it in my living room, through the man-made wonder of Wikipedia. I have spent many nights trading sleep for knowledge. Random knowledge but knowledge nonetheless. Put simply, I learn to live and I live to learn.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that one of the qualities that I find most endearing about myself is my curiosity. Whether it is religion, race, gender, or age, I never fail to find something worth learning and absorbing. Attempting to find out why people think the way they do is my primary motive. I’m the type of person to ask, "Why?" any chance that I get. The world is very complicated, and I try to learn more about it one day at a time. How does my curiosity make me unique from the countless applicants competing for a spot in the class of 2013? Well for one, it’s intense, it’s a passion, and it’s a driving force in my life. Curiosity to me is not some passing thought, it drives me to learn without being told to learn, and it guarantees that I will learn for the sake of learning, not for some letters on a transcript.

I love the smell of napalm in the morning...

My world. My life. My life is my world. My world is my life. How do I describe the world that I come from in less than 600 words? Well I live with my mom, in the old “Lemon Capital of the World”, turned modern suburbia, turned city as more and more people moved to escape the smog that enveloped much of greater Los Angeles county and that was creeping into Orange County. My mom works 6, sometimes 7 days a week, to pay for mortgage, food, and such comforts as DSL internet, hot water, and electricity.

I drive to school Monday through Friday. And although I am a little lazy, I haven’t succumbed to the delightful temptation known as “senioritis”. I am by no means a bookworm, I’m sure my grades reflect that. A’s and B’s dot my transcript, but my English teacher always stressed one thing in his class, “Grades don’t reflect how much you’ve learned, you reflect what you’ve learned.” Now am I justifying my B’s? Of course not. I’m just saying, grades might not be highest on my list of priorities, but that doesn’t mean school isn’t. Okay I get that people might say that once you’ve learned something, all you have to do is apply it. Well in my opinion, homework, is mostly busy work, I rush through it, with the promise of sheep and sleep at the end. I don’t learn from homework and I lack motivation to do it. I might do well on tests, and not do homework, and where does that leave me at? B grades in classes that I do understand and enjoy. Where am I going with this? Well, in the most basic sense, don’t judge a book by its cover, and don’t judge me solely through my grades.

I have my own definition of what does matter and what doesn’t. I suppose you could say I have principles in some twisted sense of the word. Of course I realize that my perspective only fits for me, and that’s why I don’t force it on anyone. Homework? Pointless, for me. Wikipedia? Delightful, for me. The invention of the StumbleUpon plug in for Firefox? Pure, 100%, genius. Actually, if you think about it, the fact that Wikipedia is one of my most favorite pastimes (other than the extracurriculars that I’ve already listed in my application) just shows my principles at work. I mean come on, I’m reading and learning countless facts and figures all for the sake of pure, unequaled enjoyment. Now wouldn’t that be the ideal world if everyone did that? I’d say so.