...who really knows how to make my life worth living.
When I'm around her, I feel as if all my troubles have disappeared. She soothes me, gives me strength, and lifts my spirits. I can talk to her about anything, and the communication we share, I feel, surpasses anything I've experienced before.
She draws comparisons to my French horn, the greatest love of my life. And at this rate, she may very well surpass the "instrument of angels."
More to come soon.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
International Day
I suppose I should jot down a few thoughts about International Day 2008, "Across the Universe," before they become lost forever.
I'm still in utter shock that we placed 2nd after starting practice so last minute. I mean, yes, technically we started like a week ago, but a lot of the choreographing (all of Atlantis as well as most of the final 2 songs) took place the night before. I'm pretty glad we got it together on the day of, because we looked pretty dang pathetic the night before. I mean, I got to practice after Band-O-Rama (around 7pm), and there was progress being made, little by little. But after 9ish, people started getting tired, and despite various huddles to boost morale, many people were just standing around, wanting to go home.
After the 1st full run-through (around 9:30pm):
Me- "Dang, that run-through was kinda rough."
Eric L.- "ROUGH?!"
Me- "Okay, that's an understatement..."
My parents were getting kinda pissed, and they kept calling me, yelling that they never approved of me staying at practice late, but I persisted this time, for the class. We got some pizza around 11pm, which was pretty cool considering it was free.
I finally left with Shivani and Dimple at midnight, and there were still people there, choreographing the final 2 songs. It wasn't a pretty sight.
INTERNATIONAL DAY (May 23, 2008):
HAHA okay, that day was hilarious in some ways. So when I got back from Senior Retreat, Mel told me that Spaceset was going to be selling nachos on International Day. I assumed he was going to have the ingredients ready by that day, so I was fine with it. However, on the day of, I found out during 2nd period AP Spanish that, no, we had nothing.
I thought, "This is gonna be interesting..."
4th period AP Bio: I grabbed Yolanda, who thankfully agreed to help out, although she could only get out of 6th period.
Snack: I got permission to get out of periods 5 and 6. Then Mel told me that his mom had taken his car. Since we now had no means to go out to buy the ingredients, of course we freaked out. We tried calling Mark to see if he could drive us, but he couldn't get out of class so last minute. Luckily, Mel's mom called to say that she was back with Mel's car. He ran off to go buy the ingredients, leaving me to find our table. So I looked at the handout-map, but when I got to the location, the Spaceset table wasn't there. I spent a while searching around, then I finally asked Sheel, who was thankfully nice enough to force Viet Club to move its table to fit Spaceset in. Go Sheel!
Performance time. I must say, a good "OH WHAT? OH EIGHT!" chant really stirs up the soul! After the first chant prior to showtime, I was REALLY pumped up. This unity really pulled us together, and we totally rocked that stage. It turns out, my own brother (c/o 2012) beat me, but that's okay. His class had been practicing for weeks, and for a class act that had been mostly assembled the night before, 2nd place is quite alright with me.
Props to our final breathtaking performance. The Almighty Class of 2008 Wolves.
I'm still in utter shock that we placed 2nd after starting practice so last minute. I mean, yes, technically we started like a week ago, but a lot of the choreographing (all of Atlantis as well as most of the final 2 songs) took place the night before. I'm pretty glad we got it together on the day of, because we looked pretty dang pathetic the night before. I mean, I got to practice after Band-O-Rama (around 7pm), and there was progress being made, little by little. But after 9ish, people started getting tired, and despite various huddles to boost morale, many people were just standing around, wanting to go home.
After the 1st full run-through (around 9:30pm):
Me- "Dang, that run-through was kinda rough."
Eric L.- "ROUGH?!"
Me- "Okay, that's an understatement..."
My parents were getting kinda pissed, and they kept calling me, yelling that they never approved of me staying at practice late, but I persisted this time, for the class. We got some pizza around 11pm, which was pretty cool considering it was free.
I finally left with Shivani and Dimple at midnight, and there were still people there, choreographing the final 2 songs. It wasn't a pretty sight.
INTERNATIONAL DAY (May 23, 2008):
HAHA okay, that day was hilarious in some ways. So when I got back from Senior Retreat, Mel told me that Spaceset was going to be selling nachos on International Day. I assumed he was going to have the ingredients ready by that day, so I was fine with it. However, on the day of, I found out during 2nd period AP Spanish that, no, we had nothing.
I thought, "This is gonna be interesting..."
4th period AP Bio: I grabbed Yolanda, who thankfully agreed to help out, although she could only get out of 6th period.
Snack: I got permission to get out of periods 5 and 6. Then Mel told me that his mom had taken his car. Since we now had no means to go out to buy the ingredients, of course we freaked out. We tried calling Mark to see if he could drive us, but he couldn't get out of class so last minute. Luckily, Mel's mom called to say that she was back with Mel's car. He ran off to go buy the ingredients, leaving me to find our table. So I looked at the handout-map, but when I got to the location, the Spaceset table wasn't there. I spent a while searching around, then I finally asked Sheel, who was thankfully nice enough to force Viet Club to move its table to fit Spaceset in. Go Sheel!
Performance time. I must say, a good "OH WHAT? OH EIGHT!" chant really stirs up the soul! After the first chant prior to showtime, I was REALLY pumped up. This unity really pulled us together, and we totally rocked that stage. It turns out, my own brother (c/o 2012) beat me, but that's okay. His class had been practicing for weeks, and for a class act that had been mostly assembled the night before, 2nd place is quite alright with me.
Props to our final breathtaking performance. The Almighty Class of 2008 Wolves.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Senior Retreat
3 days in the mountains = utterly amazing.
There are just so many things that I loved about Senior Retreat. I was never once bored, as there were so many activities to take part in, whether that be archery, ping pong, foosball, etc. Ooh, and the eating; I now truly understand the concept of the Freshman 15. There were snacks EVERYWHERE, and I just couldn't stop eating them. I guess I never fail to give in to temptation...
I'm just way too tired right now to recount every minute of Senior Retreat right now, and seeing as I took plenty of pictures anyways, there needn't be a reason to. Still, it's worth remembering last night, the last night of Senior Retreat. At dinner, there was talk of a cabin raid, so that got me pretty excited. And apparently, it did go through, as evidenced by the shaving-cream-soaked towels and tampons at the door of Cabin 10 the next morning. Haha! But over at our cabin (Cabin 7), we just played Truth (no dare) all night long. Almost literally. I fell asleep at 6am, but just because I had a monstrous headache. So here are the top 4 questions of the night:
1. (Initiation question for everyone) When did you last masturbate?
2. (To Alejandro) How long is your cock?
3. (To Andrew Park) Name all of your crushes in the last 5 years.
4. (To Eric) What was your last wet dream about?
Needless to say, it was the most interesting game of Truth that I've ever played. That's pretty much all I need to remember, since I took pictures of almost everything else. I had a blast in the mountains, but I am glad to be back.
In other news: Spaceset qualified for the International Space Settlement Design Competition yesterday. GOING TO HOUSTON BABY.
I am such a nerd sometimes.
There are just so many things that I loved about Senior Retreat. I was never once bored, as there were so many activities to take part in, whether that be archery, ping pong, foosball, etc. Ooh, and the eating; I now truly understand the concept of the Freshman 15. There were snacks EVERYWHERE, and I just couldn't stop eating them. I guess I never fail to give in to temptation...
I'm just way too tired right now to recount every minute of Senior Retreat right now, and seeing as I took plenty of pictures anyways, there needn't be a reason to. Still, it's worth remembering last night, the last night of Senior Retreat. At dinner, there was talk of a cabin raid, so that got me pretty excited. And apparently, it did go through, as evidenced by the shaving-cream-soaked towels and tampons at the door of Cabin 10 the next morning. Haha! But over at our cabin (Cabin 7), we just played Truth (no dare) all night long. Almost literally. I fell asleep at 6am, but just because I had a monstrous headache. So here are the top 4 questions of the night:
1. (Initiation question for everyone) When did you last masturbate?
2. (To Alejandro) How long is your cock?
3. (To Andrew Park) Name all of your crushes in the last 5 years.
4. (To Eric) What was your last wet dream about?
Needless to say, it was the most interesting game of Truth that I've ever played. That's pretty much all I need to remember, since I took pictures of almost everything else. I had a blast in the mountains, but I am glad to be back.
In other news: Spaceset qualified for the International Space Settlement Design Competition yesterday. GOING TO HOUSTON BABY.
I am such a nerd sometimes.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Men vs. Women
1. A man will pay $2 for a $1 item that he wants. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.
2. A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
3. A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
4. To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.
5. Married men live longer than single men - but married men are a lot more willing to die.
6. Any married man should forget his mistakes - there's no use in two people remembering the same thing.
7. Men wake up as good-looking as they were when they went to bed. Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
8. A woman marries a man expecting that he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.
9. A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
10. There are two times when a man doesn't understand a woman - before marriage and after marriage.
2. A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
3. A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
4. To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.
5. Married men live longer than single men - but married men are a lot more willing to die.
6. Any married man should forget his mistakes - there's no use in two people remembering the same thing.
7. Men wake up as good-looking as they were when they went to bed. Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
8. A woman marries a man expecting that he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.
9. A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
10. There are two times when a man doesn't understand a woman - before marriage and after marriage.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Worst Feeling
So I think I've discovered the worst non-life-threatening feeling. Massive headache + extreme hunger = SHIT FEELING.
I got a pretty bad headache after school, and I was pretty much on the ground for 2 hours. I was too scared to walk home out of fear of blacking out while walking. I felt better around 4:00, but that just made me want to stay at school. Then at around 4:30, the headache came back with a vengeance, and I just had to leave before it got worse.
I got home and slept it off, but the headache was stronger than ever when I woke up 2 hours later. My mom came home and found me in complete disarray, and proceeded to feed me a sandwich. She can be pretty hospitable, so I'm thankful for that. I got pissed off after eating the sandwich though, because I had to run to the bathroom to throw up.
So yeah, basically my latter half of the day felt like shit. To make things worse, when I fell asleep again, I dreamed that my mom was dragged away by huge guys in masks in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I gave her a huge hug.
Crap, I still have to complete my senior will.
In other news, Tim, if you're reading this, WE'RE OFFICIALLY ROOMMATES NEXT YEAR. YAYYYY!
I got a pretty bad headache after school, and I was pretty much on the ground for 2 hours. I was too scared to walk home out of fear of blacking out while walking. I felt better around 4:00, but that just made me want to stay at school. Then at around 4:30, the headache came back with a vengeance, and I just had to leave before it got worse.
I got home and slept it off, but the headache was stronger than ever when I woke up 2 hours later. My mom came home and found me in complete disarray, and proceeded to feed me a sandwich. She can be pretty hospitable, so I'm thankful for that. I got pissed off after eating the sandwich though, because I had to run to the bathroom to throw up.
So yeah, basically my latter half of the day felt like shit. To make things worse, when I fell asleep again, I dreamed that my mom was dragged away by huge guys in masks in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I gave her a huge hug.
Crap, I still have to complete my senior will.
In other news, Tim, if you're reading this, WE'RE OFFICIALLY ROOMMATES NEXT YEAR. YAYYYY!
Monday, May 12, 2008
A BLOG?!
June 2, 2007: After taking the SAT II US History test, my last standardized test of the year, I create a Facebook.
May 12, 2008: After taking the AP Biology exam, my last standardized test of the year, I create this blog.
There's something about these standardized tests...
Anyhow, apparently I decided a couple days ago that taking a gajillion pictures each day might not be enough. I mean, sure, pictures help me remember the events of my life, but they're not gonna help me remember what I was thinking at the time. So yeah...BLOG TIME.
I kinda wish I made my blog earlier, because I had some really juicy/explicit arguments with my parents recently. No doubt would they be legendary in my eyes in the future. But alas, such is not so, so I'll have to start blogging on a happy note, seeing as my notorious parents have calmed down since.
I suppose I can just recount my day, since I'm not sure what else to write about at the moment. Holy crap, the AP Bio test decimated just about everyone. Thank goodness the rest of America is (hopefully) even stupider. I mean, what the hell is GTP? WHAT THE HELL IS A G-PROTEIN? And wow, I spent 3 days reviewing nothing but animal physiology, and it turns out the test had almost nothing on that topic. At least the free response section was BS-able.
I'm actually sorta pissed that there weren't that many questions on animal physiology. I spent Wednesday-Friday at the library, from 5pm-9pm, cramming on nothing but animal physiology. Instead, the exam was filled with stupid plant physiology, one of my weaknesses. Sorry, but I just don't know what a ginkgo is.
The end of the exam was pretty anticlimactic. Instead of going out to celebrate the end of my last AP test ever, I just went home to sleep. Whoop-dee-doo. Oh, and Regina helped me create this blog, even though I could've probably figured it out myself. So props to you, Regina!
Next up: SENIOR PRODUCTIONS. I'm pretty excited about it, but at the same time, I sorta feel screwed because there isn't much time left. Time to pull something off in true Whitney fashion.
In other news, my "love life" took an interesting twist today. Well, more like...unforgettable. That's all I have to say.
May 12, 2008: After taking the AP Biology exam, my last standardized test of the year, I create this blog.
There's something about these standardized tests...
Anyhow, apparently I decided a couple days ago that taking a gajillion pictures each day might not be enough. I mean, sure, pictures help me remember the events of my life, but they're not gonna help me remember what I was thinking at the time. So yeah...BLOG TIME.
I kinda wish I made my blog earlier, because I had some really juicy/explicit arguments with my parents recently. No doubt would they be legendary in my eyes in the future. But alas, such is not so, so I'll have to start blogging on a happy note, seeing as my notorious parents have calmed down since.
I suppose I can just recount my day, since I'm not sure what else to write about at the moment. Holy crap, the AP Bio test decimated just about everyone. Thank goodness the rest of America is (hopefully) even stupider. I mean, what the hell is GTP? WHAT THE HELL IS A G-PROTEIN? And wow, I spent 3 days reviewing nothing but animal physiology, and it turns out the test had almost nothing on that topic. At least the free response section was BS-able.
I'm actually sorta pissed that there weren't that many questions on animal physiology. I spent Wednesday-Friday at the library, from 5pm-9pm, cramming on nothing but animal physiology. Instead, the exam was filled with stupid plant physiology, one of my weaknesses. Sorry, but I just don't know what a ginkgo is.
The end of the exam was pretty anticlimactic. Instead of going out to celebrate the end of my last AP test ever, I just went home to sleep. Whoop-dee-doo. Oh, and Regina helped me create this blog, even though I could've probably figured it out myself. So props to you, Regina!
Next up: SENIOR PRODUCTIONS. I'm pretty excited about it, but at the same time, I sorta feel screwed because there isn't much time left. Time to pull something off in true Whitney fashion.
In other news, my "love life" took an interesting twist today. Well, more like...unforgettable. That's all I have to say.
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