Greatest Invention

     Practically speaking, I believe that the greatest invention is the toilet. First off, if you think about it, life would be completely--completely-- different if the toilet wasn't invented. Without the invention of the toilet, the streets would be filled with feces, the smell of urine will linger over every corner, crack, and crevas of every town, and heath concerns will be the world's number one priority. Forget about wars against other countries! Think about the wars average people would face against their own by-products! The world for humans would be a complete disaster without toilets, perhaps the human race will not have come to where it is now without the invention of the toilet.
     Think deeper, childhoods will not be the same. No "Mommy, I need to go potty now" coming out of every child's gob. No "Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" at school. The childhoods we experience today would absolutely be different without the toilet. Growing up for an adolescent female with the absence of the toilet would be.... well, I'm sure you ge the picture. Let's just say that things wil be very unpleasant, and very unsanitary.
     Let us elaborate on the cleanliness issue, shall we? There are a lot of safety precautions regarding cleanliness today. A big precaution is keeping people from throwing their shit at each other (hypothetically speaking, of course. I'm not saying that people are literally going to be throwing shit at each other, but the spread of disease will make up for that statement). A lack of waste control will cause widespread disease, and many great inventions/ creations probably will have never been made. Monuments such as skyscrapers (or even just tall buildings), hotels, boats, airplanes, etc. All those and many more would be a pain to maintain without the toilet. Airplanes most especially. Imagine being on a fifteen-hour flight holding in a massive load. Not going to be good. Let's not forget after a long night of partying, who's going to hold your hair up while you puke in.... oh wait, that's right, you need a toilet for that too. Where would dead pet fishes go? The myth of crocodiles in the sewer? There wouldn't even be a sewer!
     Overall, the absence of the toilet would prove disaster for the world, especially with such a massive population. Toilets may not seem all that great because people link them to a horrible stenches and unsanitary public use; sometimes toilets may be seen as dirty and gross, but they're really what help keep everything else clean and sanitary. Thank your lucky stars someone had the brains to think up the invention of the toilet.

SITTIN' ON THE TOILET. SITTIN' ON THE TOILET. SITTIN' ON THE TOILET. SITTIN' ON THE TOILET.

Today Was Productive

     I hope you sensed my sarcasm in the post title. Today really wasn't all that productive. For the past couple of days, something had been irritating my right eye to the point where the eye was literally bawling. My right eye was crying like hell while my left eye stayed perfectly fine.
     I think something got caught in my eye and didn't want to come out. I searched and searched, but no luck. I slept two nights with this painful invader lodged in my eye. My dad thought that I may have accidentally hurt my cornea, but I could beg to differ. It literally felt like a large grain of sand had found its way into my eye, and nested itself toward the back corner of my socket. Every eye-movement, every blink resulted in sheer pain. My eyelids had enough of the torture and decided to just keep shut. I ended up not studying for my AP World History exam, and instead went straight to sleep (if you call crying silently for hours sleep).
     On the flip side, I caught up on some Doctor Who and rested to the point where I was able to laugh again.

My Favorite Book

     Today's in-class assignment is asking us to write about our favorite book. Well, I honestly don't have a favorite book, but if I were to choose one at the moment, I'd probably choose The Picture of Dorian Gray  by Oscar Wilde. The book's setting is held in a serious time, and has this eerie feeling throughout the storyline. A friend of mine, Lauren, let me borrow the book, and I read the first hundred pages in one night.
     The opening scene of the book starts with an old painter painting a portrait of Dorian Gray,  wealthy, good-looking, young man. Dorian Gray is a gentle, kind soul, but something changes in him after he sees the finishing painting of himself. He gets angry and curses the world and time. He is envious of his portrait because as he grows older and less attractive, the painting stays the same.
     As Dorian Gray's life goes on, he becomes more and more bitter. His personality changes because he realizes that his good-looks are only temporary. He has teken the idea of hedonism quite seriously, and bases his life on the idea throughout the rest of the book. Part of this pleasure, Dorian Gray finds a love, Sybil Vane, who is a wonderful actress, but poor. Dorian Gray adores Sybil, and is prompted to marry her. They would frequently meet in secrecy and use code names for each other. Dorian Gray also loves Sybil for her acting; she can perform Shakespeare perfectly. After going to a show where Sybil's acting was less than impressive, however, Dorian Gray falls out of love. Sybil's reaction was suicide.
     The more immoral things Dorian Gray performs, the more it reflects on his portrait. His face in real life stays perfect and angelic, while his paining slowly rots. Surprisingly, this is where the fiction comes in. The portrait reflects Dorian Gray's soul. The more evil Dorian Gray becomes, the more the portrait will change. The portrait progressively begins to look more and more execrable and sinister-like. I don't want to spoil anything more (although I've already spoiled enough), so I'll stop there.
     The book kept me coming back for more. I couldn't take my eyes off the words for one second before burying my nose back into the pages of such a glorious piece of work. Oscar Wilde's novel was widely controversial during the time he wrote and published it. According to the preface of the book, many people looked at the book as an omen, a curse toward people: the devil's work. Others, however, found Wilde a literary genius. The Picture of Dorian Gray is a book worth reading. It's not like most books, and that is probably the reason I enjoyed it as much as I did.

The cover of the copy I read (Barns & Noble)

Tears

     Okay, so I just finished The Kite Runner and even though the story ended on a happy level, I'm still really sad. Poor Hassan. I really liked him, and I can't help but feel so sorry for the dear man. I mean, his life was crap, his father somewhat abandoned him, he was always being bullied, he was a poor servant boy, and his only friend watched him get raped and then ran off to America! When he got older, he bears a child with his wife, but then gets shot out in the street by the Taliban, along with his wife. It's such a sad story to me. I cried.... or came really close to it.
     What a good book. Khaled Hosseini really knows how to dig deep into emotions.

Look at this boy!

LOL

     I just followed myself to see if I could actually follow myself, and I actually can. Such humor. Now I can't un-follow myself, and people will think that I'm vain, or ostentatious. I'm really not! It was out of curiosity. If I were a cat, I'd be dead already.

I Need To Stop This

     I have to stop being so insecure with myself! I mean, I really shouldn't be! There's no need to be. I can't ever look my boyfriend in the eyes without shying away the next second. I think too much, that's probably it. I need to stop caring what people think of me, and do my own thing. That's probably the only way I'm ever going to get over this insecurity.

     Let's just start with me noting down my insecurities first:

• My eyes
• My hair
• My smile
• My... chest
• Things I may say
• My freckles
• My forehead (believe it!)
• My nose
• My chin... yeah, my chin
• My teeth
• My feet
• My overall appearance

     I need to stop this once and for all. Time, please be good to me.

Stupid, Bloody Tuesdays

     Well today  wouldn't be considered one of the best days I've ever had. It all started out with a slow morning. Second period was AP  Statistics which we had a test in. I'm pretty sure I bombed it (as usual). I know, I know, it's my fault that I'm doing horrible in math, but that's what makes it worse; the problem is in my my control, and I'm failing. I also had to do PE. I signed my consent form permitting me to do study hall instead of PE, but I just had to misplace it. Anyway, I did PE wearing my second anklet. I LOST IT. That was the second anklet I lost, and it was the second day in a row! Wow! Just my luck!

     After PE, I had to go to detention and stay sitting for 40 minutes doing nothing while my body ached to be cooled off. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, along with a long-sleeved pair of yoga pants. The heat was almost unbearable, lucky I had the chance to cool down a bit before I had to sit down. After that, I went to the volleyball game at four. I didn't really think that I'd be playing a lot, but I was expecting a decent amount of playing time. Instead, I was put in during the second set, played for a total of five minutes, and then the whole team (who were currently on the court replacing the starters) were asked to be subbed out. It was ridiculous. It was degrading! We had to stand next to the people who were replacing us on the court, because the referee had to note who was replacing who, which gave everyone time to look at the people who were being subbed out. It makes us look like we're the bad players. I honestly tried to keep a smile on, and act like everything was okay, but it wasn't. It really wasn't. There's no point in playing if I'm not actually playing.  

     On the bright side--indeed, there were a few bright sides to this horrible day--I got to eat lunch. People pitched in and gave me fragments of their lunches. My detention wasn't all that bad because MinJoo sat in front of me giving me a good view of her computer screen while she looked up funny things on the internet. I also did yoga. I know I'm becoming more flexible because we did a couple exercises that I wasn't able to do a few months before. I'm getting there. Hopefully, I'll be able to look at things more positively, and not sweat the little things. I'm getting there. I'm getting there.

Preview Of Tomorrow's Yoga Outfit (Top Half)

I'm Starting Anew

     I'm going to change a bunch of my bad habits, or at least mitigate them to an extent. I always procrastinate. I always put off the important things until the last minute. I'm tired of it. I'm actually procrastinating now. I kind of have a legitimate reason, though. I sort of don't have a chance with this right now. My next unit test score will definitely be higher than this one's, I'm making a promise to myself. I really have to work on getting my shit together.
     To be honest, I'm an idealistic person in ways that I think that I'll be doing something worthwhile, but I'm also a realistic person in ways that I know that some ideas are just ideas, and it would take a lot to make them goals. There's a difference between an idea and a goal. Ideas are thoughts that pop into your head without any form of evidence that it would actually happen, like flying (not in a plane or a hot air balloon, of course). You may have the idea to build wings and fly, but it is physically impossible for a person to sustain such energy needed in actually flying. A goal, however, is a thought out, systematical projection of an idea. (Do you understand what I mean?)
     Okay, to sum it all up, ideas are thoughts that are idealistic, and not necessarily able to be performed. Goals are practical, realistic actions that are able to be carried out. I will make my ideas more realistic and turn them into goals. I will. Just watch.

Stream Of Consciousness: Love

     So this is my stream of conciousness about love. I can't spell "consciousness" correctly. Oh wait, I just spelled it correctly. Love is like a flower. I don't even know what that means. What? Mr. Lee just said "I want to go out with Mr. Lee." What a weird topic. Incest is such a weird thing to be into. I mean, like, really? You would really have a sexual relationship with a family member? What has the world come to?
     I'm on my second paragraph right now, I haven't even written anything about love. Love is like a flower. Oh wait, I just said that. What's going on here? I'm confused. Mr. Lee is talking, and I can't concentrate on what I'm writing. I finally got my iPod back. I like my iPod, it's white. It's new. It's my baby. Babies are a product of love.... or rape. Whichever floats your boat. I'm lost now. Wait. OH NO! I spilled some Hi-C on my keyboard. Okay there, I wiped it. It's all good in the hood. Robin Hood was a pretty awesome guy. He's generous yet daring. It think that's what may spark love sometimes. Maybe some girls fancy a guy with both a good and bad side. I know I do. Wink, wink. Teehee.
     I'm all aloneeeee, there's no one here beside meeee. I'm all aloneeee, there's no one to dur-ive meeee! But you gotta have frieeeeends. And we're the three best friends that anyone could have, and we're the three best friends that anyone could have, and we're the three best friends that anyone could have, and we're never, ever, ever leave each otherrrrr. I like te Hangover. There was a marriage in it. That requires love, right? Ow, my hand is hurting.... I haven't stopped typing. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. AHH SSSS PUSH IT. What the hell was that?
     Wat to write. Oh crap I spelled "what" wrong. WAT? WAT? WAT DID YOU SAY? I like eggs. Oh no, these thoughts are really going through my mind, I'm not kidding. My arm hurts. I love food. Food is good for the body. Bodies are pretty sexy. Especially if they come with a set of abs. Mmmh, aaaaaabs. I love guys with abs, unless they're jerks or really unattractive. Then they'd just have nice abs. Nothing much other than that.
     FIFTH faragraph. What?! LOLOLOLOL, look how I spelled "paragraph!" HAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm so funny. Yes my love, oh we are magicians, you and I. And soon you'll see, the cloud shapes in iur eyes are blind but fly forever just the same, forever just the same. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah! Hi-C. Mr. Lee is talking right now, and I'm confused again. DARN YOU, MR LEE. There isn't a period after "Mr" Oh nooooooo! Oh well.
     How long are we supposed to be doing this? I'm quite tired. LALALALALALALALALALALA. Shat..... WHAT?! LOLOL! I was supposed to spell "that." Instead, I spelled it, "shat." WHAT. THE HECK.
     Stacy's mom has got it going on, she's all I've ever wanted and waited for so long! Stacy can't you see, you're just not the girl for meeeee. I know it might be wrong, but I'm in love with Stacy's mom. It's Chinese New Year. Aw yeah. I feel high whenever I drive my Mustang at night. I really have no idea why. I had lunch and now I'm full. AW MAN, I'M WAY OFF TOPIC. Anyway, back to love. Love is like a flower. Wow. I said that for the third time now. I guess I don't think much of love.... besides that it is "all you need." Eh. Get it? "All you need is love"? The Beatles? Eh, you get it. I love the Beatles. That's as close to love as I will ever get. I like coffee. I actually love coffee. Okay, there's a plan. Let me just list a bunch of stuff that I like. I like.... my computer, my dog, my family, food, boys, abs, sexy people, yoga, sports, horses, dogs, oh no. I'm going off topic again. Oh well. Let's stop that plan there. Wasn't really going to go anywhere with it anyway.
     My wrists are hurting. I just took a break, is that illegal? Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. Guam, Guam, Saipan is small. I wish I was taller. Tall guys are hot. Water bottle. Water. Love. Love. Love.
     My mind is being distracted due to the pain in my wrists. Sorry if I'm not interesting. I'M REALLY A NICE PERSON, HONESTLY. Gr, gr, gr, gr, gr, gr. I want to say something, but I don't think the whole world needs to know. It's my money, and I need it now. 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9. A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z. Now I know my ABCs. So smart.
     Life is like a box of chocolates. I'm Forrest, Forrest Gump. SHRIMP FARM. I remember going to a shrimp farm in Hawaii. I miss Hawaii. Hawaiiiiiiii! Aloha oi, aloha oi, until we meet again. I miss Maddie. I miss Svahn. I want them all to come back. Back. Who's in the house? JC! Now tell me who's in the house? JC! You take him high, you take him low, you take JC wherever you go. Now tell me, who, who, who, who, who, who, now tell me who's in the house? JC! JESUS CHRIST IS IN THE HOUSE TODAAAAAY.
     Jesus. HEY-ZUSE. Come on. Oh, look what you've done, you've made a fool of everyone. Gah, what am I supposed to write? When does this class end so I can rest my arms. I swear, I'm gonna get carpal tunnel. The pain. MY LEG. The fish from Spongebob. Okay, I'm in pain. I taste Hi-C in my mouth. "Paper only." People need to respect the world more. Show mothah Nature a little tender love and care. Ooooh baby I love the way, eh eh eh. That did make sense. But it mentioned love. LOBE. LOL. LOVE.
     3M. Victoria's Secret. I have a Victoria's Secret body spray. It smells delicous. I spelled "delicious" incorrectly. I took a sip of my Hi-C. I'm REALLY tired of typing. It's a problem now, it hurts. OW OW OW, OW OW OW, the Krusty Krab pizza, is the pizza for you and me. The Krusty Krab pizza is the pizza abolutively. Are you readuy kids.
     I'm never going to get into college. Such a sad truth. BUT, I love myself, and that's all that matters. I like Doctor Who. OOOOWEOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO. OOOOOWEOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO. ALLONS-Y. I'M THE DOCTOR.  It's bigger on the inside. My. Arms. Will. Fall. Off. Okay, due to my body crying for help, I will take a second to rest my arms. BRB.
     Hi, I'm back. I was stretching, and I looked at my feet and saw that I was wearing an anklet. It's pretty BA if you ask me. Nutrition Facts. I need the bathroom. Water. Water you waiting for Gary? Tumblr. Lick me. Did I really just say that? Oh well. No one likes me. Sad face. ONLY MY FAMILY. I love my family. They're the only people who truly love me. I love them too. I miss them. I MISS THEM. Gah. I wish we could play music in this class, or at least have some headphones on. I want the Bose headphones. They're neat. Crap, I have volleyball practice after school I also have a detention tomorrow. Sad face. Labes. What's up with labels? Why do we gotta put labels on everything? So what if you're gay, straight, bi, ugly, pretty, hot, not hot, rich, poor, happy, sad? Who cares? I care. That's who.
     LOVE, LOVE. I feel light-headed. This is bad. Maybe because my body's going on autopilot, and my mind is slowly drifting into unconsciousness. Sky. What? Waht? Waht? Why do I keeps pelling "what" wrong? I spelled "spelling" wrong too. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, MY WRIST. Love yourself. Yourself is good.
     MORE WORDS. more words. WHAT? What? Uhm, uhm, awimba weh, awimba weh, awimba weh, awimba weh, eeeeedeeeedeeeedeeee, deeedeeeedeeedeeedeee, awia wamba weeeeeeeeh. IN THE JUNGLE THE MIGHTY JUNGLE THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT. IN THE JUNGLE THE MIGHTY JUNGLE, THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT. WEEEEEEEEDEEEDEEEDEEDEE, AWIA WUMBAWEEEEEEEH. Wumbo? I wumbo, you wumbo, he, she, we, wumbo. Wumbo? The study of Wumblogy?! IT'S FIRST GRADE, SPONGEBOB! Hi, I'm a turtle. Turtle, turtle, turtle.
     I'm tired. I'M SO TIRED. Why are people talking. I don't like many things. I love a lot of things. Like me. Teehee, just kidding. OH DEAR NEPTUNE MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY. When does this class end?! WHEN DOES IT END?! It's 1:51 right now. What time does it end? What? What? Waht? I. Is. Uhm, what? Gr. I need to pee. Like, I really need to pee. BRB. Gonna go pee.
     Hi, I'm back. I was in the bathroom. It was.... okay. I guess. I felt like a mean person for some reason. I didn't say hi to anyone in there. I went straight into the stall and peed. Then I came out and washed my hands. Now I'm back. I like eggs. They're okay. Shift. What?
     I grabbed Alice's ankle by mistake. I'm sorry Alice. I remember my night at PIC. Hah, the stories to tell. I really hope my dog gets better. We left him with people here while we (my mom and I) vacationed in Hawaii. I think he has... like. Oh well. We bought him medicine. It's on its way here. I love my dog. It's sort of a platonic love? Does that fit? EHHHH, that's what she said. Stacy. I have no idea why I was thinking that. Lemme check how many words I have at the moment.
     1,650. ALMOST. I have to reach 2,000 words or else I'd fail the universe. What a wonderful world. Misfits. DIR DIR DIR. DIR DIR DIR. DIR DIR DIR. DIR DIR DIR. DIR DIR. DIR DIR DIR. EHHHHG! That's the theme song to my favorite TV show. It's actually instrumental, but I can't put instrument sounds on a document. DALAH. What? What was that? That word..... OH! DAAAAAALEK. EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE. DOCTOR! I'm the doctor. Doctor who? Eh, get it? Eh? Eh? NO. You Muggles don't understand. I think it's time to go. Okay. Bye.

Entry 1: This I Believe (better late than never, I say)

     I believe in confidence and determination. Confidence is a very important aspect in life. There is nothing wrong with being shy, but confidence seals the deal. When people look to hire, they would look more for a person who is content with himself, and the things and people around him. Confidence brings a sense of security not only for one's self, but for everyone else. It brings a feeling of power. Determination is another important aspect. Without determination, confidence is nothing. One may be confident, but with what? Confidence and determination balance each other out to make a successful person.
       


Okay, this can be way longer and much better written, but I'm a lazy person, and lazy people don't like doing things.

Homework Day

I'm dedicating my Sundays for homework. If the massive amount of work forces me to push some to Saturday, so be it, but Sunday is my work day. Saturday is my chill day.

Nuff said.

COFFEE

I absolutely adore coffee. It's a morning must for me.

Benefits of coffee:

• The potent aroma lures me out of bed
• Its warmth keeps me content throughout the cold morning
• It gives me something to look forward to during the week
• It keeps me awake during my classes
• It keeps me from hurting people due to "the case of the Mondays"
• It's good for the soul
• It makes people who don't have morning coffee jealous
• The taste is heavenly
• It may or may not be the most pleasurable part of my day (depending on how bad my day is)
• It keeps me sane
• It makes me happy
• It loves me (we have a mutual love relationship)
• It'll never leave me

LONG LIVE COFFEE!

My Saturday

     Today is Saturday, the 21st of January. I woke up to my phone's alarm at nine, but I hit the snooze button soon after. I continued to sleep until around ten. I got out of bed with cheer practice lingering at the back of my mind. The TV was on ABC Family, and some movie from the 80s was showing. I think it was about an unpopular girl finding out she's a witch and then using spells to make herself popular. That's as far as I got, I wasn't really paying attention.
     I woke up in a mellow mood this morning, so I started off slow. I ended up not going to cheer practice due to complications with getting there. While time passed, I stood in my underwear with my boyfriend's shirt covering me up. I decided to check my email, nothing. The thought of yoga popped in my mind and I remembered how one of my classmates told me that I was a "yoga master." I was honestly flattered by that compliment. I look forward to every yoga class we take at school. Anyway, I had the urge to do some morning yoga. However, I got up and went to the kitchen to fix me up a cup of coffee before anything. Can't start the morning without a warm cup of ground up coffee beans drenched in water! Not to mention the cream and sugar.
     After a few sips of that delicious cup of coffee, I honestly didn't want to drink anymore. I really had no idea why I'd refused a perfect blend of fresh coffee, but I did. I looked up yoga music on the internet because I hadn't forgotten my urge to do some yoga. After I found a couple new tracks, I settled myself in the corner of my room and did some yoga. I do yoga better when I'm alone. The only problem with doing yoga by myself is that I get stuck on deciding which pose I should do next. I successfully performed a mix of yin and yang yoga in my underwear. My morning was pretty awesome.
     After my morning yoga I went out to the kitchen again to get a banana. Bananas are delicious. Later on in the afternoon, my boyfriend texted me. He uses his mom's cell phone for whatever reason, and I constantly hesitate to text him in fear that I might call his mom "babe." Anyway, he texted, and I told him that I successfully pulled off a handstand without support from anything but myself. It was a great accomplishment for me. He wasn't as excited as I was, yet again, it is hard to show emotion through a text message, but whatever. He wasn't interested.
     I went out to the living room after my music hunt, and I just so happened to see my mom working on her Insanity challenge. The Insanity challenge is one of those DVDs which helps you lose weight and gain abs and a fit body overall. It was the yoga and ab part of the DVD so after she was done, I re-winded it to the beginning to do it myself. It was intense.
     Not too long ago, during the evening, I went outside near a tree and did a headstand. I stayed there for a while. My mom took pictures so I had to hold my form for, oh, about two minutes or so? My Saturday is my chill day. I'd like to keep it like that. Sunday is a whole other story, however.

Entry 2: What I Want To Do After College

     Before I decide what I want to do after college, I first have to explain what I'm expecting out of my college education. I'm definitely looking at colleges on the eastern part of the States (New York, Massachusetts, Wisconsin, etc.). I didn't grow up in a cold environment, but I've always loved when everything was chilly. Experiencing this new, cold environment is what I want to accomplish after and while I'm in college.

     My top colleges are Syracuse University in New York, and Boston University in Massachusetts. When I think of those states, I generally think crisp environment and big city life. One of my best friends, Emma, is already attending college at Mout Holyoke in Massachusetts, and Syracuse is about three hours away from her (by car ride). If I get into Boston University, I'll only be an hour away from her. We're thinking, if I go to Syracuse, of her driving over to me so we could both travel to New York City and shop till we drop! Some other time, I'll travel to her, and we'll go to Boston together, and, you guessed it! Shop till we drop!

     Enough about during college, let's talk about what happens after college. So after college, I'll definitely go back home to Saipan (and/or Hawaii) to visit my loved ones. Living so far away from them for four years is a whole lot of lonely! We'd probably go out, have a lot of fun. I'll see everyone so much older, I'll see my little cousins all grown up, I'll be all grown up! I'll be about 21 when I'm finished with my four-year term. HOLY COW, I'LL BE SO OLD BY THEN! I'm actually nervous and excited about college and growing up. I'm nervous because it'll be my first time on my own, and I'm not sure of what to expect, or what may go wrong. I'm excited because I actually get to experience what many believe are the best years of their lives!

     After a while with my family, I'll have to go back to the city, probably bringing my mother with me to show her around the place. She'll help me find a place to stay and stick with me until I have my shit together. Once I'm settled, she'll probably go back to Saipan (or Hawaii, wherever she is by then). I'll definitely miss her. My job will definitely be decent. I won't want to work at a McDonald's or at a Jack In The Box. Those jobs are just too degrading, no offense. I don't want to be around grumpy, sloppy people who only care about their food rather than the fact that there's a person behind the counter, and not a piece of shit. If I do get a job like that, I'd either quit due to intolerance, or I'd get fired for attacking a customer. I don't take well to rudeness and indecency.
     Anyway, there isn't really much more for me to say. I've taken a liking to yoga the past few months, and I  believe that I'll still be interested in it when I'm out of college. Perhaps I'll take that up; nothing like a spiritual voyage where I have to travel to India to find my third eye or open some hidden chakra. I just want to be able to tell people that I have an interest in yoga, and that I'm actually pretty good.
     I've recently started listing things to do on my bucket list. I'll probably get some of those done. Actually, one of the things listed down on my list is "finish college," so that'll be scratched off! Honestly, I have no idea what I'll be doing after college. College'll definitely change some of my views, so I really can't say anything now. I'll just have to wait and see, and hopefully my future will be a bright one!

     

So, About StuCo

I just got back from Hawaii, and I'm currently working on an article about Student Council. Since I'm the class representative, and I missed the first day of school, I was chosen to elaborate on the subject. I honestly do not know what to write about.

StuCo is currently undergoing some decision-making regarding when we should have our Prance (it's like a Prom, but different because the whole high school is invited). StuCo is thinking of holding Prance in April. The funny thing about our Prance is that students are strictly advised to be picked up, or to drive home before or at exactly ten o'clock in the evening. The reason for this firm and rigid time schedule is that almost every year after Prance, teachers have to stay behind and wait for hours for parents to pick up their children. The penalty now for whoever fails to hitch a ride home bafore ten o'clock is banned from attending the next Prance.
The SAT and ACT testing dates interfere with StuCo's event dates. Since Friday evenings are the most convenient times to hold events such as dances, StuCo proposes more activities to be done then. Unfortunately, Saturday mornings are when the standardized testing begins, and students must obtain a decent amount of sleep, and have time to prepare materials the night before. Because of this, StuCo is forced to withdraw their proposals for the time being.
StuCo is planning on having a dance and maybe another event during the months of February and March, however. Fundraising for the Prance is one of StuCo's top priorities, so, along with the daily snack sales in Mr. Tessen's room, StuCo will hold more events to raise money very soon.