Today I missed an EBS lab because I thought my lab was at a different time. In my defense though, he only told us about our times yesterday, and he hadn't added it to the official schedule, so my nifty chart said I was free when I really wasn't. When I finally ran in about an hour later, everyone was somewhere else. And then I moped around ( Read more... )

I'm a teenager who has lived a charmed life.

That logically means, that I think I'll live forever (even though I logically know I won't), and I have a screw-everything attitude, because everything works out in the end. I mean, when life and the world is only beginning to open up, it's kind of hard not to be extremely optimistic about everything. ( Read more... )

Davis Davis Davis. Where do I even start?

The people are the most like yet unlike me people that I have every met.

They're like me in that they're geeky and nerdy. I wish I had less cliche words grossly-connotative words to use, because the people in the college of engineering are RIDICULOUSLY COOL, and "geek" and "nerd" cannot do them justice.

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Well, now that DeAnza and badminton camp are finally over, and mom deems me pro enough that I can drive during normal hours instead of in only in the wee hours of the morning, I guess this summer was pretty productive after all. Hindsight makes an optimist out of me.

Not productive in the fun sense (I was definitely pretty darn stressed and ( Read more... )

Learning how to drive boggles my mind.

The fact that thousands of people in massive fast-moving cars maneuver around each other every day, and accidents aren't everywhere, is completely amazing. When pedestrians walk across the street, they pass mere feet away from the bumpers of cars, and just blindly trust that the drivers won't run them over. ( Read more... )

I miss the idea of summer.

I miss the noble dashing romantic heroic summer that swept me up when school was ending, and promised me that this would be the summer of my life.

For some reason I thought this summer, '08-09, summer of high-school-to-college, was supposed to be something special. Something epic, milestone-esque in the timeline of my ( Read more... )

DeAnza classes feel like a waste of time. That's such a paradox, because apparently summer sessions are shorter than the other sessions, so this is supposedly actually more productive. It sure doesn't feel that way ( Read more... )

It's pretty glaringly obvious that I like wrapping my experiences up into little nice neat boxes (or LJ posts). I like quantifying and categorizing illogical things into logical components to give them some semblance of sense. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) life doesn't work that way.

Despite the proud march of Pomp and Circumstance and the ( Read more... )

Today made me wonder if the govteam ghost has been slowly crawling out of its sarcophagus through the course of the year. I don't feel quite as invisible anymore. Now I'm just translucent (solid enough for people to hug and recognize ( Read more... )

Govteam has a ghost.

It floats around aimlessly like the good ghost that it is, wishing with all its cold unfeeling heart, that it were alive and real. It can't help being what it is, but it also can't help wishing that it were something else. No one acknowledges it, no one sees it, and no one really believes it exists. Except me.

Because I am the ( Read more... )