ASB Lockdown!

I didn't sleep. All nighters: me, Celene, Timothy, RJ, Michael, Billy. And Sarah kind of but she took a nap and went back to sleep.
Gosh, it was so fun. When I got home at 9:30ish this morning, I slept until 4. ._. And now I'm so drained. I would go on to describe it a little more but I'm just SO tired. :3
Kbye. :]

You are the brightest star, I'm in love with who you are.

White Lines and Red Lights by Between the Trees.

So I'd like to keep a summer memorabilia blog, so I know what I've been up to.

June 13 (Day 1) - nothing
06/14 (2) - Night walk w/Dillon
06/15 (3) - Hanging out at the pool w/Dill Pickle
06/16 (4) - Link Crew orientation and hanging out w/love
06/17 (5) - ASB committee meeting and mall w/Steph, Ralph, Neil, Renee, Christian, Andy, Jimmy, Monica, Alex, Robby; drop by Dillon's house
06/18 (6) - Hang out at Dillon's house
06/19 (7) - Baby, I forgot what we did. Hanging out at the pool again?
06/20 (8) - ASB carwash; drivers ed
06/21 (9) - Complete drivers ed; Night walk w/love
06/22 (10) - Pool w/love
06/23 (11) - Dillon's house to cover White Lines and Red Lights

WOW. I didn't realize I spent so much time with Dill Pickle. o_o;

ANYWAY, so today, Dillon woke up late again. Haha, but that's good since he never sleeps until dawn or at least 4 am. :o And so, I went to his house at 2:45 to cover White Lines and Red Lights, and he heard me sing for the first time. Bah. And then, while we tried to actually record it (5 pm), he (and me sometimes haha) couldn't stop laughing so we ended up just not recording it. So we did Thunder by Boys Like Girls, but that failed. Haha, and I had to leave. So there. And then now his mom thought we were doing stuff in his room, when the whole freaking time we were singing or figuring out what to do with the song. And now, I can't be seen by her or else she'll "yell at me and talk to my dad". Ahhhhhhhhh. So I can't see Dillon until Monday. It would've been Friday but I have ASB Lockdown. Sigh. Well at least we know that distance makes the heart grow fonder! Alkajdsfolisjfdlfadsjfaakdfjasdlfks.

Anyway. Life. Life's nice. Yep. Nice.
Kay. Wow, I have nothing to say.
HASTA LA VISTA.
HAHAH, I was watching Camp Rock this morning. :P

One of the most beautiful scenes I've ever seen.

Hahaha, scenes and seen. Haha, okay, moment of immaturity.

I love this scene. I remember throughout The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, I was crying throughout it, but watching this last scene, I was choking in my own puddle of tears. I especially love that last image of the clock going counterclockwise drowning in water. Sorry for the subtitles. I couldn't find the whole scene on youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkY_jqJmZFM&feature=player_embedded

I would comment on my thoughts on the video, but I'm out of my normal mindset right now. Goodnight.

Have a heart and try me.

Love Hurts by Incubus. Mhm.

The person that I look up to and the person that I love just shut me out.
This is wonderful.
This is why I cry almost every day.

Vitamin C

Goodbye sophomore year! I wish I blogged about the end of the year earlier, like after graduation when it really hit me hard. Too late now... I have nothing insightful to say. I'll miss the seniors. :[ I'm gonna try and remember how stressed the most stressed I've ever been this year was, so later next school year, when I'm REEEEALLY dying, I could laugh at my naivety. Hahaha.

Oh... life. :]
Dillon makes my world.


























Love. :]

Are you listening to every word that I'm singing?

I wanted to write a book, but as I was thinking of some complicated and depressing plotline, I only came up with the saddest ending. Please take note of the diction, syntax and theme. I'd appreciate that greatly. Haha.

Adrian dragged his feet along the dark grey gravel. He hung his head like a suicidal man's from a rope. His eyes were red; anyone could see the pulsating veins of blood that all led to the sunless pupils. His lips were numb from trembling and chapped with craters from the cold. His face, which had been so lively and chipper only a few months ago, was now creased with the inevitable deep lines of agony and heartbreak. His muscles screamed mercy and his feet, which have been drained of all energy from pacing to and fro, were blistered - tortured.

As he rounded the corner of the town square, Adrian caught a glimpse of blonde somewhere in the distance - a blonde he has only ever seen in the hair of one. Confused, he pushed and shoved desperately through the crowd and focused his eyes on what he realized to be Paige. In that instant, shocks of adulation were sent down his spine and through his nerves. When she vanished without an explanation three months ago, she had left Adrian in a puddle of bewilderment and humiliation, turning his world into dusky mayhem. However, upon seeing the sparkle of her gleaming iridescent eyes and the shine in her angelic smile, he ran. He dug through the chaos. It wasn't going to happen this time; he wasn't going to let her leave again. He thrashed and thrashed and thrashed through the throngs of people, keeping his weary eyes on the one color he could see in his life. And as he was just about close enough to hear Paige's voice, he felt the current of the giant mass driving him back. Hopelessly, Adrian cried her name out over the sounds of the horde. Sure enough, Paige twirled around to lay her eyes directly on his. As if she had been expecting to see him, her lips formed into a simple "hi" and turned upwards to unfold a delicate smile. But in that single moment, waves of people washed him back, and as most beloved ones have done in his life, she disappeared. And Adrian was left in the middle of perplexing chaos - tortured.

Do people not mess up?

I'm not God. I'm not perfect. I don't have perfect relationships with every single person I know. I have flaws (as every human being should). Many, many flaws. Flaws more impacting than others. Flaws that can sometimes reveal a part of me that I never want to be let loose. I've made mistakes and I've hurt people. I may not show that I hurt MYSELF in the process, but it's true. I'm normally strong in circumstances like these, and they're easily fixable because the person I've hurt normally understands once we talk things through. But in this scenario, I've been shunned and shunned countless times, so I know that I must have really screwed up. I don't know why you'd think I'd have the wrong intentions for being your friend. I LOVE you. I don't know what I do to make it come across as if I'm being fake or whatever you think about me, but I seriously do consider you a good friend that I look up to. You're one of those people that I just HAVE to admire because you are who you are. You have your own voice that you love sharing with the world and have strong opinions that I honestly respect. I have many reasons for wanting a good friendship with you, but I don't know if what I've said is enough to prove it. I've listened to your problems, and I've helped you. I've been nothing but a friend to you, despite all the tiny mistakes friends always do to one another. However, if you're losing respect for me because I just keep making mistakes, I don't think I can stop you. I've tried already and failed. I don't know what you really think of me or what you have to say to this. I know you would think this is all BS or something of that sort, so I won't beg on my knees for you to ever forgive me. I know that I've been a terrible friend to have; I understand. I will no longer bother you (with the exception for mandatory business purposes) because I know you deserve to have a friend who won't treat you as I have.

I also apologize for my thoughts in this blog being highly unorganized. I'm not exactly in the mood to proof-read.
(This blog has been updated about three times.)

There is nothing I can do anymore.

Sometimes I never think about what I'm about to say or what I'm about to do. Everybody becomes like that at some point in their lifetime. I know I'm not the person you want me to be, and I'm sorry you're extremely upset that I HAVE to be in your life, unless - of course - I quit, but I'm no quitter. But back to the point, I understand that you always have reason to hate me so. I just hope you can try to believe me when I say I'm sorry, because I honestly am.


I didn't know. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. I can be better.

To let you know that you're always on my mind.

Hahah, I love you Dillon.

Life is... difficult. LOL, it's hard saying goodbye to seniors that you love and teachers (coughBeekencough) that have impacted you.

Ah.
Memories.

I wanna scream and whisper at the same time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jprUKdNw08


This made my life. Dillon doesn't believe me when I tell him he's sweet. Haha.

Kay, so again, another busy week. Not THAT busy, not like Beeken topic map/Author study week, but this week was still relatively stressful. Oh man, I can't believe it's almost over. I'm gonna hate saying bye to everyone. :[

Stephanie Troung's Beeken presentation video clip was hilarious like crazy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbnwozNx8QU&feature=channel_page


So I know I must have mentioned this at some point or another, but in order to get an A in Beeken's for the semester, I need a 106% this trimester? So he updated the website last night, and I have a 105.9%, but I know I did more EC than he put down so I'm gonna tell him and show the stuff and hopefully it'll get me up to a 110%. I'm really worried about the final; I hope that I get at least a 98% on it, because if I don't, I won't be able to maintain that 106% and I wouldn't get an A for the triad. This sucks. We should have finals a week before the last week of school so we can check our grades.

Haha, anyway... I have Beeken notes to do. Goodnight everyone. :]