Chapter: Society

Pick me up, and throw me against a wall.
Under your reign, never shall I fall.
Your rules don't apply, watch me sprint in your halls,
Break everything in sight, and I'll still be the one in all.
Why should I conform, when society's a joke,
Cure breast cancer, while people die from second hand smoke,
And they cry fake tears, under an invisible mourning cloak,
Is this correct? Should I be taking notes?
Wanting to make a difference, but I can never be heard,
Has me thinking all my attempts are dumb and absurd,
Irrationally relevant, but idealistically blurred,
And you nod your head, and ignorantly concur.
Let creativity flourish, and suppress the restrictions,
These rules and regulations have caused so much affliction,
Let us be ourselves, that should be the correct jurisdiction,
Enough of this nonsense, let life come out of fiction.



This kid Jeff kept bugging me while I was writing this. He's cool though.

Chapter: She Wonders

I think she's fallen,
Regardless of what others may think or say,
When love is calling,
There's nothing that can stand in the way,
Maybe not love,
But it's definitely attraction,
"The stars from above, shifted us into to action."
As he glances and catches her eye,
Once again asking herself why,
Why does he care? How is he intrigued?
Why is it when I see him, I get weak in the knees?
His essence, his swagger and perhaps his flow,
His mind and his words make his personality glow
Subtly resisting urges to speak what she feels,
The relationship isn't a plan, it's destiny not a deal.
His presence makes her heart burst with emotion,
While his eyes and kiss are a recipe for a deadly potion,
Dead as in she'll pass from a life of inconsideration for herself,
to one where her happiness makes her rich,
her own personal wealth.
And so she rolls in her riches and lives for today,
Comforted by the thought that he's here to stay.

Chapter: Let's

Let's live without imagining demise,
Let's talk, let's unravel our minds.
Let's be together and forget about time,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's kill the judgments that make us so blind.
Let's talk, let's stop being so kind.
Let's observe the sky as the planets realign,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's live in the present, and leave the past behind,
Let's talk, let's release those thoughts confined.
Let's live in peace and let our lives intertwine,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's be ignorant and live in a blissful state of mind,
Let's talk, let's visit cloud nine.
Let's move to the moon and come back some other time,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's get along, and let our feelings combine,
Let's talk, let's not let the attraction decline.
Let's grow and go beyond ninety-nine,
Let's chat, 'cause I'd only want you to be mine.

Chapter: Back In the Circle

This man never seizes to amaze me. Originality at its best.

Genius.

Chapter: Whose There?

Let's recap. Jimmy and I came across this house that looked perfectly fine from the roof down, and rather destroyed from the roof up. Last Friday, we, along with Lety and Frandiego, decided to go searching for it again. We failed. We tried again on Saturday with Gustavo. Success! Then we all went again later on to investigate. It was pouring outside and the quality isn't great, but here it is..


No one was there. Good, or else that would have been a tad strange. The inside was all burned so turns out it was a fire, bummer. I was expecting something more exciting.

Chapter: Knock, Knock?

Scenario: We're hopelessly driving around trying to find this dance studio, to get Jimmy's radio. We enter this little neighborhood, all quiet, nice and peaceful. Suddenly, BAM! We come across this house...We have no idea what could have possibly happened to this house. So we came up with various theories and explanations:
1. Two fire balls from God knows where came out of no where and struck the house. Resulting in the massive holes on the roof. (Jimmy)
2. Aliens came and attempted to abduct. It may or may not have been successful. We chose not to enter the house to investigate.
3. The people that lived there became super humans and flew out of their house, and never came back.
4. Struck by lightening, twice.
5. Could have been a simple fire, but where's the fun in that.

Crazy, right? Any ideas?

Chapter: Identity Theft

Identity Theft: The only crime where the suspect is presumed innocent before proven guilty, and the victim is "guilty" until proven "innocent."

To me, that sounds absurd. It not only sounds absurd, but it is. Identity theft is one of the worst crimes ever, Aside from murder. These people have the nerve to steal your name, date of birth, social security number, and claim to be the victim. Credit card fraud is the most common type of identity theft. This is where the thief pretends to be the victim, calls the credit card company and changes the mailing address on an existing account. If not, the thief opens a new credit card account in the victim's name. Since the bills aren't being sent to the actual victim, they have no idea anything is going on. In the meantime, the thief is using the credit card, not paying the bills and consequentially ruining your credit, along with your life. Excuse my language, but to me that's a genuine asshole.

There's other types of theft also. For example, some involve depository accounts. The thief opens accounts under the victim's name, makes electronic funds transfers, and/or writes bad checks on the account. There is also loan fraud, where they use the name to take out a loan. These jerks can buy a house under your name, and you have no idea.

Even though it's not a violent crime, the effect it has on you is almost equal. Your effected emotionally, financially and physiologically. It can take years to clear your name. In all that time, you can be denied loans, accounts, credit cards, jobs etc. It really takes it's toll on you. So unjust.

And, it can happen to anyone. Take this kid Zach's story. His identity was stolen when he was 7 years old. To buy a boathouse. He didn't find out until ten years later when he was denied a student loan and a job due to poor credit. He was $40,000 dollars in debt, and it took over ten years to clear his name. That's pretty serious.

If you suspect that your identity has been stolen, go to this website for further assistance, or go to socialsecurity.gov itself.

If you'd like to be safe, and protect your identity, look at LifeLock, they seem pretty legit about their stuff.

Friendly Reminder: Keep all your important papers at home. Never carry your SS card with you.

Chapter: I Thee Wed You, Mrs. Eiffel

What if I told you I was in love with, hmm I don't know, umm let's say...a roller coaster?
You'd think I were joking, right? Well you'd be right because I highly doubt I'd ever fall for an inanimate object. But this isn't about me. This is about people who fall in love (yes love, the love you have for a significant other) with objects like a shoe, a fence, and even a roller coaster.
The best part isn't that they love the stuff, but they actually have relationships with them, both emotionally and intimately.
I'm not quite sure how the intimacy works, but my research showed me that it's an odd fetish called objectum-sexual. It's even a sexual orientation now, OS. There are 40 people in the world who have declared themselves OS, all of them women. That term was coined by Eija-Riita Berliner-Mauer, a 54 year old woman who has been "married" with, I hope you can be able to guess from her name, the Berlin Wall for 29 years. Wow, that's commitment.

You may have heard about the woman who married the Eiffel Tower. She even changed her name legally to Erika de la Tour Eiffel. She had been in love with other objects before, was infatuated with a bow that helped her become a world-class archer, she's fond of the Berlin Wall and has a physical relationship with a piece of fence she keeps in her room.
This psychiatrist named Jerry Brooker, from New York, says that the OS women are motivated by a need of control. "Someone who falls in love with objects can control that relationship on their own terms," he said. "Their objects will not let them down. That is extremely attractive for a person who is otherwise often desperately lonely."
I don't know about you, but I find this kind of interesting. But I won't lie, it is kind of weird. No disrespect to the OS population of the world.

Chapter: Insomnia

Ugh. I can't sleep. So let me bore you with the humdrum events that have filled up my Sunday.
So, I wake up with bloodshot eyes, fabulous. To my surprise, loverboy stopped by and brought me eye drops. Sweetheart, huh? Well anyways, after that I watched Mr. Bean's Holiday. Very humorous, made me laugh. A little later on in the afternoon, my parents and I went to my aunt's house for a family meeting. (It was for my aunts and uncles, I didn't necessarily need to go, but hey I was bored.) I got there and was assaulted by my little cousin. She doesn't understand the concept of hugging, she apparently prefers to attack. But I still love her, she's a keeper. Time passed, we ate brownies, and played a few games. It's surprising how frightened you can become playing a game of monster and being chased by a 7 year old child.
Eventually we left. Just in time for me to watch America's Best Dance Crew and True Blood. ABDC was alright. Well, actually it was kind of wack. I only enjoyed a few crews, Rhythm City the most. True Blood was insane, as usual. Each week is better, I mean the suspense kills me, but I can't help but watch. Crazy demonic creatures, hate/love relationships between humans and vampires, a shape shifter who is sexually desired by the devil (not really the devil, but she might as well be it.) After the show ends, you're possessed with freakish thoughts for a few seconds, but then it goes away. Yeah, it's that crazy.
For some reason, I'm inexplicably vigil during the night, and have trouble entering dreamland. I really think that in a past life I was a security guard who worked night shifts his whole life. It's reasonable.
And now, I'm here. Trying to fall asleep, and failing in every pathetic attempt.
Ciao.

Chapter: Tuning Into Def Jam

The legendary KRS-ONE and Doug E. Fresh.



That's moving. Like Freedom Writers-status (in case you didn't notice those were tears in the end.)

So I watched How She Move tonight, the movie about stepping. I was bored and was just relaxing, soaking up the time I actually have to chill. In all honesty, I thought it was going to be a joke, because that's what most dance movies these days are turning out to be. But to my surprise, I kind of liked it. I mean it wasn't anything great, like "OMG, I have to watch this again...and again...and again and again." But it was pretty decent. The stepping was on point. They had some pretty good sets, but what intrigued me the most was the underlying message it had. It wasn't anything innovative and new, just the typical "I gotta do my best to get out of the hood"-type message, but I liked it. The girl was actually really smart and spoke articulately and clearly. At first, she was kind of big-headed in a way because she went to a private school and disconnected herself form her roots. But in the end, she came to her senses and noticed she doesn't have to leave everything behind to move forward. Meaning her people, and her love to step.
Hm, I thought it was cute, but thats just me.

Chapter: White Girls Can Dance

Wow. I know, right?
Who says white girls can't dance?

Chapter: Problems at Vespo Hotel

She says the hospitality is great,
And the room service is inexplicable,
But has her destiny tampered with her fate?
Is her happiness not permissible?...

Chapter: Summer or Insanity

I think we can come to a unanimous agreement when I say this has been the most confusing and spontaneous summer since the last time Mother Nature freaked out. I'm afraid to go outside, I don't know what to expect. Ok, I'm not really afraid, but what do you do exactly, when your local on the 8's say its going to be sunny and clear, and you step outside to a world thats humid, muggy, foggy, ugly, cloudy etc. Or if not, it's raining cats and dogs. No, better yet cows and horses. See me?
It's insanity!
I nearly died last night breathing in humidity, yuck.
But tomorrow is going to be an authentic summer day. Atleast thats what the forecast says so I hope its true.
Sigh.
I can't wait for the fall to come. I love neutral seasons.

Chapter: Speakers That Speak to You

Speakers that speak to you?
Sounds strange I know, but it happens. Well, to me.
So, this is my usual scenario. I'm sitting at my desk, typically at night, and I hear this muffled sound. I have no idea where it's coming from, so I check if I got one of those annoying pop-ups that scare the living daylights out of you, asking you if you want a smiley. Ugh, can't stand those pop-ups. But anyways, I have no pop-ups. I check if there's a TV on anywhere..nada. I look outside, and the world is asleep. So at this moment, I begin to get creeped out. I come closer to my speakers, and the sound becomes clearer. Then I play with the volume, and it's tuning the sound. Like if it were a radio. Crazy, right?
Oh, you want to know what I was hearing. Well, it's happens various times but this is what I've heard:
-China International
-Indian music
-Native American Tribal Chanting
-Oldies (music from like the 20s-50s)
I was listening to what they were saying, and in China International, they were talking about China, Britain and India, like business talk. And they all had accents. Then they began speaking in another language. I was intrigued for a while, but then it just got annoying, so I unplugged my speakers to go to bed.
Next day, Indian music. Yeah, the type where they dance barefoot and stuff. It sounded cool, but I had no idea what it was saying. So once again I unplug my speakers to go catch some Z's. Next day, yes Native American Tribal Chanting. Weird. For a split second I thought my speakers were posessed, but I thought logically and I'm guessing they were picking up a signal. God knows how. And the most recent one was the oldies. That was decent. But it sounded very muffled, so it wasn't too great. Interesting though, right?
Because my neighbors are a bunch of dead people (aka cementery) certain people think the ghosts are trying to communicate with me. Sure. Me and the corpses are cool. They know I mean no harm.;]
It's creepy, but entertaining. :]

Chapter: Sleepy Morning Tunes

I tend to wake up every morning with a rather random, but catchy song stuck in my head. I know it's kind of odd, but it happens. For instance, yesterday I woke up with this song playing over and over and over and over in my head..




Everytime I listen to this, I start daydreaming in black and white. Like I'm traveling back to the Jazz Age, or something.

This morning, same story, different soundtrack..


Hmm, it would be kind of cool being a vampire for a weekend. Actually, would be kind of awesome, not a bloodthirsty one, but a veggetarian vampire. It kind of takes the thrill out of it, but I'm too much of a humanitarian to drink your blood.

Chapter: Ineffably Strange

You know what's hard to do? Deciphering the minds of people.
You'd think that with time, and after you've gotten to know them, you'd be able to understand them. Oh, that's contrary-to-fact my dears. I mean, some people manage to read minds so easily, like magic. But then there's people like me. Who read them, well try to, and fail...horribly.
Ugh, it's aggravating. That's when assumptions are born.
Where you come up with equivocal possibilities of where these thoughts may have sprouted from.
And so on and so forth, problems evolve. That's why I think we shouldn't try to do that. At least, if you know your not good at it, like me.

This blog is completely irrelevant. If you find that it connects with you and I, it's entirely coincidental.

Chapter: Vespo for the Night

On Aug. 2nd, I checked in at Vespo Hotel.
I walked up to the counter, and tapped on the bell.
He asked if I'd be staying, I said for the night,
Little did I know I'd lose track of all time.
Asked where I'd like dinner, I said a picnic on the moon,
And he scribbled on his pad, picnic for two.
We spoke endless hours, watching the stars and fusing atoms,
and then introduced himself, said "Madam, I'm Adam."
Got lost in the sky, the one in his eyes,
if "Love is suicide" then lead me to my demise.
Love, not yet, but the potential is there,
as he transliterates my mind, and enters my secret lair.
We jumped off the moon and dove into the sky,
And we've been there ever since, talking as we fly.
Called me supernova, easily made me smile,
Thats when I knew,
I'll be staying at Vespo for a while...

Chapter: The Y Chromosome (The End of All Males)

You have to be a man to carry the Y chromosome, and you have to be a man to make sperm, making men essential for human reproduction. So what happens if the Y chromosome disappears?
What makes women and men different is the 23rd chromosome in our cells. In women, its a pair of two X chromosomes, and in men, its an X chromosome and a Y chromosome. The Y chromosome is what makes men, macho men. It carries the tools to creating testes and making sperm. Over the millenia, the Y chromosome has lost most of its genes. That's not good.
The problem? It's lonely.
All the other chromosome are paired, and if during mitosis a mistakes creeps into one chromosome, it can fix itself by looking at the other chromosome, since they're alike. But in guys, if this happens to the Y chromosome, it doesn't fix itself, the gene just disappears. Poof.
This is X and this is Y. Sucks, huh?
Therefore, people are afraid that if this continues to happen, the Y chromosome is going to gradually shrink in size until it disappears altogether.
Dun. DUN. DUN!
That'll be something.
But people have found hope in Pandora's Box of human anatomy.
David Page of MIT's Whitehead Institute says "At the same time that it is continuing to lose genes, it's found some new ways of replenishing itself,"
In the past year, Page along with his colleagues, discovered a finding that gave men a little hope: The Y chromosome has been secretly creating backup copies of its most important genes. These are stored in the DNA as mirror images, or palindromes - which read the same way forwards and backwards. ("Madam, I'm Adam" is a famous example.)
So in a condensed more simpler way, the Y chromo-(Im getting tired of spelling that whole word out, from now on, let's just say chromo) has been subtly making copies of the genes it really needs, and they're just as good as the OG's ( original genes, ha). Its like racecar. Now spell it backwards. See?
It like a survival of the fittest, but genetically.
The movie Children of Men was recommended to me, its supposedly about this stuff, but in the movie it already happened, get me? Well, I'll watch it and let you know if it's any good.

Did I bore you with this blog? I feel like I did. Well atleast now you know that in a couple of years, there won't be a such things as males. Ok, maybe not a couple, more like 125, 000 years or something, but hey now you know.
Ciao.

Chapter: Vitamin D Activation to the Extreme

K, so we all know why we get darker when we're in the sun, right? The UV rays from the sun trigger vitamin D synthesis in skin. And the UV rays activate the melanocytes in our skin, gradually making us turn into a darker shade. They say people with darker skin have a higher tolerance of the sun's damaging rays and can stand in the sun for hours without getting a sunburn.
That's not exactly what happened today.
Let's talk about how I got my first sunburn. Yay! No.
So, I went to the lake today with the kids and Movement City. I wasn't expecting to go in. But things didn't go as I planned. Thanks to Frandy and Jaime. =P
So whatever, I went in after forcefully being tossed in the water and ladi dadi dah. Time passed, and forgetful me forgot to put on sunscreen. Awesome. And now I'm sitting here with red shoulders, cheeks, nose and back. Terrific.
It stings so much! I feel as if the flesh on my face is going to melt off. Doesn't that sound appetizing?
But on the brighter side of things, I had fun. And at least my albino legs got some color to them today. Woop woop.

Chapter: Dumps of a Dilemma

Ok, so I'm torn between what to think and what to choose.
Even though I know I'll win, I feel like I'm gonna lose.
Falling for the charm, while he waits for an answer,
This feeling is spreading so quickly, faster than cancer.
Feeling comfortable, with mutual presence we speak less,
While he ponders me turning into The Loch Ness.
Plagued with the fear, that I'll be hurt because he'll be bored,
But as of right now there are many ideas to explore.
Thoughts running through my mind, always ineffable,
If he peeks in, his interest is always left questionable.



Looking in his eyes, I'm a kid in a candy store,
It's bad to have too much of a good thing, but even so, I want more...

Chapter: Love for London

I'm a sucker for English accents.
I'm kind of sure that in a previous life I was either an owl or lived in London and was named Watson.

Chapter: Tweeking the Layout

So, I messed around with the layout, and ended up with this. I was gonna do this pink one, but..it was really pink. This page layout looks eco-friendly doesn't it?

It does.

Chapter: Peep My Art

But he that dares not grasp the thorn,
Should never crave the rose.

-Anne Bronte
So yeah, I really like that quote. hence the shirt, hence me putting it on this page..
What do you think? Got other stuff, but here's a peep at some of my work.



The Great Gatsby. Really good book. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button isn't the only interesting story F. Scott Fitzgerald has written.

So, lemme know what you think. I need feedback people. Actually, I really don't, but I would like to hear what you have to say. =]

Chapter: Snippet of My Poetry

Shh
She's the victim of a tortured soul,
Too afraid to express the feelings she can't control.
Her mind is torn between curiosity and confusion,
Not knowing if its reality, or if her depression is an illusion.
She doesn't understand why she cries and sheds these tears,
Maybe this is why she's hesitant to letting anyone near.
She's skeptic about love, and wonders about compassion,
Not sure if she can't handle the intensity of her reaction.
Her mind is a world, that has not yet been discovered,
But its locked up, with high security, where no one can get in,
Not even a lover.
The day she reveals the secrets of her thoughts,
Will perhaps be the day we no longer hear the ticking of her clock,
Or the beating of her heart.
But no one knows this because she keeps herself quiet,
And is subtly confined in a prison of her own silence.

By: Marlene Marmolejos

Chapter: Michael Jackson Funeral & Tribute

The memorial service and tribute that was done today for Michael Jackson was just right for the person he was. Even if you did not like Michael Jackson, it was truly moving. All the performances and speeches done for him seemed real and from the heart. Especially those of Magic Johnson and Brook Shields. It was funny how Magic was surprised that Michael ate Kentucky Fried Chicken, lol.
It was also memorable when Reverend Al Sharpton said to his children, "You're father is not strange, what's strange is what he had to go through." So true, and a smack in the face to the jerks that criticized "the greatest entertainer that ever lived".

We want you back Michael, rest in peace.

Chapter: Phil in the Circle...again

Yuck.




Crazy stuff, huh.

Chapter: Phil in the Circle

This guy is amazing. He is soo talented and creative. He makes these art projects out of the most random, but the most creative things and ideas. You should check him out.

Click here, and prepare to be amazed.

Yeah. I know. He's incredible. His artwork is very symbolic. Makes you think a lot. He kind of inspires me, because he completes his ideas, even though they are ridiculous and the process can get tedious. But here's a video of him making...I'm not gonna tell you. you watch and find out. =]



Wow. Right? What kind of sucks is that it all falls apart at the end. Like most of this "Good-bye Art" . But at least he records it.

Chapter: Haircut Gone Wrong

Sigh.
So I forgot to mention I got a new haircut today. She cut it way too short. Let me clear that up for you. She cut it way, way, wayy too short. But oh well. It's hair, it's bound to grow back, eventually.

Chapter: Optical Illusions

My brain went into a blah-state, so I thought what is more fun than optical illusions?

Fun stuff, huh?



Makes my brain go nuts.

Chapter: A Visit to Borders

Wow, three posts in one day. Somebody doesn't have a life.
I went to Borders today with my friend, and we stayed there for hours. Literally. And time kind of flew by, I mean, I didn't notice at all. We were looking at so many books.It was intriguing. I don't know about you, but I find books interesting. Wanna know what I found out? Acne is contagious. Gasp! No, I'm just kidding, I just wanted to make this post a little more interesting. So I ended up buying this book by Nicholas Sparks called Dear John. It seems interesting. I'll let you know how it turns out.=]
But while you wait, go and read a book. It's good for you. =]

Chapter: Understanding Parents

I guess I take back some of the stuff I said in the previous blog. I understand where my mother is coming from, and she understands me too. (We had a talk, in case you didn't get the hint.) What did I learn from this little incident? Communication is the key to a healthy relationship.

Chapter: Overprotective Parents

Ugh. My mother is one of a kind. She's just one those people who you'll never really ever get to fully comprehend. She's very overprotective, and I know that the origin of it is that she just cares about me, but she exaggerates. She literally tells me why do I not stay home and talk to my grandmother, my sister or my brother-in-law. One, I'm with them 24/7! Two, my brother-in-law is kind of dry and tends to give the silent treatment for no reason, which really rubs me the wrong way. Three, I talk to my sister enough, and most of the time she's busy watching Sex in the City or something, and four, my grandmother is cool, but she's kind of old.
I don't think my mother understands we're in the 21st century and it's perfectly healthy for me to go out and have friends. Socializing is good for the soul, at least I think so. She just misunderstands the reason for me wanting to go out. Its simply hanging out with friends, like that's against the law.
There's no point in arguing, why give the fire more fire. She thinks I think I'm perfect, just because I defend my reasoning well, which really gets me going. Don't you hate it when people put words in your mouth, and say things about you that are complete lies? I do.
This sucks. This really, really sucks. But whatever, hopefully when I'm in college she'll realize, she can't control my life forever. I just don't understand her. I love her, and I'm not saying that to make me look good or anything, I sincerely do. I know she'll give her life for mine without even thinking about it. But I guess we have clashing personalities, and that just makes communication the most difficult thing in this world. But we'll see how everything goes. I'm praying to God it won't be like this forever.

Chapter: Summer Rain Blues

Aloha.
It's summer. I feel like I'm lying, now that I think about it. Perhaps its the fact that it's been raining every single day! Hello Mother Nature?! What's going on? Isn't that kind of against the laws of nature or seasons? I'm guessing she's kind of ticked about global warming. Is this what it's like when Mother Nature is on her period? Jeez, or maybe it's storm from X-men and she's on her period. But I guess global warming is our fault. And I have to say our, because I can't exclude myself from the human race. Ugh. I recycle, but do I get any praise? No. But I'm not really into complaining or anything, and I don't really care if anyone notices, so whatevs.
But yeah, the Fourth of July is on Saturday. Hopefully Mother Nature will cut us some slack and gives us a little sun. That would be nice.
But now that I look back, I kind of like summer storms. I know it seems like I'm contradicting myself, but they are kind of fun. Right? Just running outside and getting soaked, and the possibility of being struck by lightening is pretty exhilarating. But lets hope that doesn't happen.
A hui kaua.
(Until we meet again-in Hawaiian. For those of you that didn't know that, I gotcha back ;] )

Chapter: College Process

Hello world of bloggers. =]
This is my first blog, I'm kind of new at this, so let's see how it goes.
Ok, so major dilemma. I have a ton of things to do, and I have a lack of motivation. For me, that's a recipe for disaster. I'm loosing my focus on the things that I need to get done, and I keep getting distracted by unnecessary things, for example, this blog. But I felt like starting something new, so hey, why not.
I'm currently entering the land called : College Process.
Doesn't that sound intriguing? It is, but it's stressful, better said, STRESSFUL. I really want to go to Northeastern University, I love that school. It seems so alive, and diverse, a setting I'd like to be apart of. If not, I have a few other schools that I'm considering, but that's my # 1 right now.
So I had a talk with my guidance counselor the other day about my future. I thought it was going to be more in depth and thorough. Boy, was I wrong. She went through it soo quickly, and she seemed like she didn't really care. Not cool, at all. And when she asked me what if I have an idea what I want to major in and I said premedicine, I saw a hint of doubt in her eyes. It may have been just me, but I still got that vibe. But whatever, the thought lingered in my head for a few days, but I brushed it off, and decided to see it as a motivation to excell even more.
In like ten years, I'll be a kick-ass doctor, and for the people that doubted me, I'll probably have to save their life one day, I'd like to see their face then. hehe.
But anyways, I've got to finish writing a paper on organ donation, thats due tomorrow at 9:30am. It's interesting stuff. Wish me luck.