i got accepted into Stanford Summer college program in march, and my life has been hell since then. Here i am 5 days before takeoff and i have just finished crying. My math teacher lives in san Francisco and volunteerd his sister to take me to Stanford. She accepted. I was happy TO BE so lucky I hate writing e-mails to strangers and was once again ( Read more... )

When i ask people what their dreams are, they often reply "I want to be famous" or "i want to be beautiful" or "I want to be a genius ( Read more... )

Today i cried, for one minute, afterwards i was walking around my room talking to myself. Then i was inspired, and here's what happened ( Read more... )

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well well, second day of school, and i'm still in a state of awe. I try to forget that i'm in 11 grade now...it's too scary ( Read more... )

When my dad was in iraq a lot of my friends felt sorry for me. If only the knew that news of him being gone for a year is like my version of winning the loterry. I'd get to save more money, sleep in, an in general improve my lifestyle. The Catholic in me wonders what i've done to deserve this, while the wiccan in me wants to assist Karma. But being ( Read more... )

You guys have no idea how hard it is for me to do this. But since i've already told you about my family, my crushes, my jobs... i might as well tell you that deep down inside i'm a romance novalist. And as of last summer i began writing a lovely (in my mind) story. So far it's about 50 pages and right now it's called prologue. Here's the first ( Read more... )

SO.....where to begin ( Read more... )

All my friends have left me! Camy left last sunday! Val is leaving in July! Jesse might be leaving! oh God i feel so alone, and to top that i'm working tommorow (all you can eat rib night at chichi's. Can you say drunk soldiers? oh well, they tip pretty good ( Read more... )

I'm pretty busy so here's the shorthand version ( Read more... )