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| I got the HPV vaccine yesterday (told myself it wouldn't hurt, it turned out to be one of those shots that give you dead arm afterward. Then the nurse told me this, verbatim, "Take these forms to the receptionist. You should wait in the lobby for twenty minutes after the shot in case something happens," and then refused to specify). Take that, the cance! --- It's done! It's so done! It's all so fucking done! Well, all those college forms are literally out of my hands. If I did something wrong, well, it's too late now! --- "Unferth? More like-- UnFUNthirth!" --- So-- Why is Canada so full of indie bands? (Filled to the brim.) | | |
| Fruits of my labor! I did research! Be educated! 
--- I got my learner's permit and lost no time using it! --- Edit: I'm taking Drivers' Ed! (I keep reading it as E D, and I keep thinking 'Drivers' eating disorder? Why am I taking that?') I didn't believe the stories people told me about Drivers' Ed. I believed that while it might be boring, I would be fine, and it couldn't be that long. I was so wrong. So very wrong. My instructor is so home-grown she takes her smoke breaks with the students and has plenty of stories about growing up on a 'bacca farm ("Say, you know a man named Joe..."). But she knows what's she's doing, so it's more...charmingly eccentric. I have organized a LitMag carwash, and I probably left messages or called all of you LitMaggers on the members' list. It'll be the only thing we do all summer, I promise. We're still in the hole x hundred bucks. (In retrospect of the the three hours I spent playing phonetag, I don't want to be editor-in-chief. Erica can keep that title. And while I'm saddened to think the magazine will probably die after this year, it was an unfortunate amount of work to maintain and produce. I gotta say oh well.) I went on a date. =) Saw Transformers! which totally blows my other childhood favorites, like My Little Pony and Gummy Bears (the show and the candy), out of the water! Reading: Ham on Rye by Bukowski and I, Claudius by Robert Graves. (I got to the part where Emperor Caligula decided he was really Zeus incarnate and decided to deliver his children by his pregant wife-sister a la Athena which is to say he CUT HER OPEN AND ATE THE BABY. HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE-- I always like that in You and Whose Army, it should be an epithet.) --- A tesseract is a four dimensional version of the three dimensional version of the two dimensional shape the square? What!
wake and bake! | | |
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About my first driving lesson: Yelping in terror is not a substitute
for actually braking. Sometimes it seems like it is, but this is
misleading.
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"I haven't slept, but I sure have schlepped!" ---- I got tests coming out the butt, yo. (I don't think I've ever been this tired in my life) (On the brightside I think I might die let me clarify HE MAKES ME WANNA OH-OH MM-MM MMMM)
"Nudity in combat is rare, because
apart from the social aspects of nudity, one lacks even the basic
protection and practicality (e.g. no pockets) of clothes." No pockets?! Oh noes!
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I am unimpressed with the effects of Percocet.
I'm a little puffy. Not quite dumpling level yet, though.
The awesome thing is, while I was all novocaine'd and just off the
IV and with Percocet swimming around in my head, I could speak french
like a mofo.
Oh, yes, before I forget:
A.P Biology
Bio Lab
A.P Calc
Lunch
A.P Eng Lang
A.P Studio
A.P French
A.P Govt
It's not a concrete schedule because, as of now, there is no French
teacher. I might take nutrition tech. One question: how do I set up my
Studio statement?
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So I'm back from NYLF. Not bad, not bad. I don't think I want to be a doctor, though. I say that, but...
Dude, I got to see dead bodies! Dismemberment! Enlarged hearts the size of my head! I held fucking cancer!
Anatomy professors that sing, If I Only Had a Brain while carrying a
vat of...brains! He ripped open a bodybag with no ceremony, pulled out
a leg/pelvis and yelled, "Now can anyone tell me what this is? It's a
vagina!!"
I was actually kinda squeamish. A little physical squeamish, a
little emotional squeamish, but I got over it. Whereas, some kid had a
seizure and fell on me.
Oral surgery countdown -- Ugh. Five days. | | |
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Off to National Youth Forum, at Georgetown, for 11 days. Be back in August.
After that, getting wisdom teeth removed. Aw man...
After that, I guess one week to kick it, then...school. (Where did July go?)
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Live from Orange County, Southern California:
Asians!
U of California Irvine/UCLA:
Asians!
This house!
So many asians!
I want to learn Vietnamese super bad. I know...like a handful of words, and that's it. Mainly nouns having to do with food, so that would make a pretty one track, grammarless conversation.
I did, however, see UCLA. I think I'm in love. The campus is beautiful-- there's a sculpture garden and a 21 acre park, a library second to the Library of Congress, and there always seems to be something happening, even at 3 in the afternoon, on the weekend, in the summer. Off-campus is even better, you walk everywhere, tiny little shops and restaurants...The Downside, though, is that I'd have to establish residency after living there for one year and 24 000 lighter (Ack).
And that's just if I want to be a psychologist/psychiatrist. I don't know if I do. Yeah, but-- literature? Art? Maybe if I want to be penniless and whore myself. Maybe Anthropology? Go with plan B and go to med school (next 14 years of my life gone) and just make money to fund my 'other love'?
Saw Grandmother (Bâ), Grandfather (Om, with a squiggly accent,) Cô Hong, Cô Van, Cô Kim, Cô Phuong, Chu Chu, Chu Dong; Huang and Vinh, my little nephews. Large family.
However, I'll be looking forward to seeing people who aren't my family. Oh dear god. Like parents.
Next stop!
U of Maryland (College Park or Baltimore?)
Johns Hopkins
Boston U? | | |
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