Du ma du ma du ma.

It is the onset of the Vietnamese cuss word du ma. I abuse it too much, my dad says it all the damn time, and now i'm obliged embrace my inner vietnamese (V) and spam it. Also, Ken randomly saying it throughout the day doesn't really help the matter.

Boeing day the other day was a completely waste of time, it was nice however, to screw with those idiotic and boring Boeing workers. They all suck. I had no idea I was talking to the Dean of Cal State LA the entire time. I sort of insulted him..

Actually, I have a Calculus Chapter 3 test tomorrow. DU MA. (see?) Homecoming is tomorrow. Of course, I'm not going this year. I refuse to feel happy in the midst of a looming SAT and a looming Calculus Ch 3 test......yeah.





marching forward to tomorrow.

Well today I ate a McRib, courtesy of Renee. I also ate Apple sauce with smartie candies in them. Damn but seriously, that McRib is too good.



Bet's on Kelly. A Go-gurt for a go-gurt. Now ya just gotta finish 500 DoS!!!! :)

I had ambitions to be tall but I fell short of my goal.

curlyyyy

random

In my 3rd period, there's a service worker for Garcia and she is so cute. I'll spare the details of her name. She looks white, but I'm guessing she's Mexican. (It's fun to guess) I, of course, find myself glancing at her quite frequently. She has a pale face, she has curly hair at the bottom, and she seems so awesome. She wears Morrissey t-shirts and The Smith t-shirts, how cool does that get? I like the Smiths too! She's quiet all the time and doesn't really talk much. She usually reads a book or something after she grades paper. I'm not creepy or anything, I just find her really cute. She hardly ever talks though, which is a bummer.

I will strike up a conversation with her one of these days...as soon as I think of something good...

Anyways, ignoring my daydream, I got a bunch of tests and quizzes on Monday. I'm going to nail this related rates thing. I have conflicting feelings about related rates, it requires me to think more (emphasis on the more) but the problems are extremely interesting and fun. So yes, I may not a hotshot at Calculus, but I certainly enjoy the subject. That's okay, everyone becomes mediocre in college anyways. I'm just a little short on time these days. But that's okay too.

I finished Catch-22. It's a really hilarious but dark book. I guess I could say I'm a newly convert to the Black Comedy of writing. The book is very paradoxical, with contradictions in the dialogue, "My business isn't to save lives said Doc Daneeka sullenly," which is a hilarious contradiction in my opinion.

time to proceed.

Well after-school, I ate pad thai, then sat on the couch and began to read catch -22. Give or take 20 minutes, I was asleep with my mouth open. Give or take an hour two, I was asleep on the sofa. Trying to finish Catch-22.



Ah, this whole week is raining. Pretty narly, right guys?

Commendable

I want to learn French because I want to know a Romance based language, besides the language itself sounds very elegant. In any case, there's only so much that English itself can express.

"There were lymph glands that might do him in. There were kidneys, nerve sheaths and corpuscles. There were tumors of the brain. There was Hodgkin's disease, leukemia, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. There were fertile red meadows of epithelial tissue to catch and coddle a cancer cell. There were diseases of the skin, diseases of the bone, diseases of the lung, diseases of the stomach, diseases of the heart, blood and arteries. There were diseases of the head, diseases of the neck, diseases of the chest, diseases of the intestines, diseases of the crotch. There were even diseases of the feet. There were billions of conscientious body cells oxidating away day and night like dumb animals at their complicated job of keeping him alive and healthy, and every one was a potential traitor and foe. There were so many diseases that it took a truly diseased mind to even think about them as often as he and Hungry Joe did."



- my favorite excerpt from Catch-22.

read my mind

Every time I listen to the Killers, it always makes me nostalgic-- whether I want it to or not. That's what happens when you associate things with people. I always found it psychologically interesting how the brain organizes things. Listening to a song while in a certain situation will usually leave behind some sort of remnant in your mind. I find the human mind just simply amazing. It doesn't have to be a song, it could be anything emotionally expressive, but music is probably a very good example of a medium.

Anyways, ignoring my deep reflections. I'm going to sleep after I post this. Lack of sleep is making me feel destructive. I'm tired. Science Bowl has its pros and cons. Don't know where my burning fire went. I think staying till 5 is making me grouchy. But I'll end this with the cup 1/3 of the way full, I'll manage. As long as my mentality is correct, I'll be great. I promise, this year won't be une année sans lumière.

Solace

We all search for solace, whether we're aware of it or not.

mellowness

It is another Monday, I'm not as tired as usual. I have learned some new things today. National Science Bowl thought it would be a great fucking idea to add new subjects to SB! Introducing Space Science and Energy. General and Astro (??) are apparently gone. Lets be frank, our team are undecided, and they decided to add new subjects. Game.

Anyways, I've been pretty mellow lately, experiencing the usual ups and downs like many. But mellow I am.
I have also come to the conclusion, that certain smiles from certain women can really inflict delusion and giddyness-- yes I love giddyness.

Cookies

So I like to eat cookies at 9:06 pm, sue me.

The Killers again.

Coming out of my cage I been doing just fine, gotta gotta be down just to have it all.

Yeah.. Mr.Brightside came up. Any who, this week is coming to a close, and well, this week has been decently okay. Winter is quietly approaching, semester grades will probably arrive soon, my SAT on the 6th of November.

I been really trying to maintain beefing up on SAT words, working out, and school. It really is hard. I dare you all to try it. It's not easy. I'm doing pretty well in all my classes except Calculus. Ah, Calculus. A mighty fine subject, I love it, but yes, Luus' quizzes can be quite cumbersome.

Argh, I haven't been really able to play with Ciel (my bass guitarrr) where else do my creative energies go?

I'll update Saturday or something. Science Bowle tomorrow!

Wow! I thought I lost my Ti-89! I couldnt find it at the end of the day! sucked man! Then I went to the Gear up -Office, I asked Michelle if she had my calculator cause i was helping her with calculus earlier, AND GUESS WHAT, SHE HAS MY CALCULATOR.





WOW BAEK. YOU KOREANS !! >:x

I'm human, sometimes even I forget that.

Artistic Sincerity

Teachers always ask me, Why do I write? I always felt writing was indoctrinated by teachers and the school into students at an early age. I can't really answer that question. I like writing, I find it very expressive, I don't know what else to say. These past two years, I've learned to express myself more freely through writing. I'm really digging writing! Fun stuff.

I suppose no matter how head sunken we might be in the mathematics and sciences, we're always trying to express ourselves artistically, because its liberal arts baby.

And that's why I really need to buy an acoustic guitar, the sound is so nice. So many things to do, but so little time. Have solace people, have solace.

Current goals-
Start working out again. This is no good.
Persevere in calculus. Persevere.
Someday.