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Sunday, 02 August 2009

  • Sneaky, Sneaky and Plastics

    August snuck up on me. And so did every other month. I'm too busy worrying about what I'm not doing instead of doing what I should be doing. That's why things keep on sneaking up to me. How many times have I told myself to get my priorities straightened out and I still haven't done it. Once August is gone .. well then .. BAM! it's school D; If I'm not a new me by then, I'm screwed. I can't go through the same process of procrastination beyond insanity. I cannot go through college not learning. The system that I used in high school is not going to work here -- I just know. I can't just learn, pass, and forget. It's not going to work anymore. It's hard to break old habits, especially one as bad as mine. I am procrastination. It's sad to say. It's even sadder to admit. It's not that I didn't know, because I knew. It's just a suprise that I got through life with it. Come onnnnn~ Straight As during my hardest years? What the hell was wrong with me freshmen and sophomore years when I pulled out straight As during my junior and senior years? Seriously. I guess, despite the procrastination, I can accomplish whatever I want as long as I put my mind to it. I just haveta keep reminding myself that because I keep forgetting.

    Anyways, today (as in yesterday now) was eventful. Not really .. but I got my plastics! I'm not that excited about it actually. I kinda fear them lool. I had to wake up at 12PM DDD; My family and I left at 1ish to go to Bank of America to deposit some checks that my little sister and I got and to open a checkings account. Originally, my dad only wanted me to get a checking account but when the 'Senior Personal Banker' said that opening a savings account with a checking account would be better, I convinced him to let me open both. Because! BECAUSEEE the savings account would be free for LIFETIME! YAY ME~ And the minimal deposit would be just 25$ instead of 300$ if I had decided to open it later on. Dad gave me 200$ -- 100$ for each account. And drumroll* .. turns out that it was a gift! WHOO! Finallyyyy! Being rewarded for getting straight As and graduating lol. So I still got my 1k from my generous and lovely aunt to purchase my laptop of choice. I have until August 6, kindof, to decide. Although, I'm hoping to buy it sooner than that. Maybe after my plastics get mailed in .. Gah. I don't even want to think of my ugly face on a credit card knowing that it's going to be displayed each time I swipe it or give it to someone to swipe it. Blah. Plastics.

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

  • I like how ..

    People have to make a xanga account just so they can comment on one of my blogs: http://bit.ly/k0Rzt

    It's interesting how I wrote this scam blog entry not really expecting 3000+ views on it or much at all ahah. Sorry, just found it interesting. Not really an update. Only a thought for today. I fear when I do update that the blog would be LOOOOOOOOOONG.

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

  • You poopiehead!

    Yeah, I am in dire need of an update. Why am I so lazy to write about my own life? LOOL I guess I want to be all perfectionistic~ about it! Sigh* Hopefully I get to it soon -- with pictures too! Well, if you want to know what's been going on with my life, just stay tuned in with my twitter. Follow me, bookmark me, RSS feed yourself .. lol .. that was good .. hahaha. Anyways yeah, if you don't have a twitter, make one. After all .. everyone has one now T__T;;

    www.twitter.com/christinadang
    Follow by your own discretion!
    (Is that how the saying goes?)

Thursday, 28 May 2009

  • Acting Oblivious

    I haven't updated my xanga in a while but I will, later, with stuff focusing more so on all the things I've done but right now ..

    I want to tackle the rhetorical question posed: "Which is the essence and which is the facade?" It's a good question. It's a good question that I've probably naturally avoid.

    I feel like I have this old soul. It bears secrets to a wonderful alternative world with floating words of heart wrenching beauty. There are times when I sit there, stand there, lie there hours on end just stringing together the right words--the right composition. It breaks my heart. Stomping hard on the ground just to get it out, the tantrum of reluctant words that can strike people speechless. I don't know. I call myself an amateur poet, a hopeless romantic. Where in who I am can I differentiate which is the essence and which is the facade. Intertwined. The facade: the so-called intelligent procrastinator with a straightforward personality taking life by the horns. Maybe. The essence: lost, confused soul imprisoned by .. by what? I don't know.

    I find inspiration in strange places: a Silent Hill video game song, an improvisation of a tune, a lover, a fleeting feeling, a backwards ticking clock, a herd of cows grazing. Immersed and unstoppable. It's like I'm possessed. But it breaks my heart. And I tell you time and time again, it breaks my heart .. when can I put down .. in words, on paper what I want so badly--no, desperately--to express. This suffocating, overwhelming something that claws at my lungs, constricting it. Just this empty void. And no matter how hard I try to fill it, I can only satisfy so much.

    Inspiration: Improvisation by Sonic Altruism
    and the sun dances on its outstretched rays
    a ballet dance on its tippy toes
    pretty swirls of heat radiating
    and clouds stand still
    awaiting, rabbits ready to pounce
    they hide, they come out
    ready or not here i come
    oh how beautiful the shadows are
    to disappear
    bye, i welcome this new shade
    i will sleep now
    and listen to the wind whisper
    silent hellos to a lovely end

    Si. Do not reproduce por favor.

Saturday, 25 April 2009

  • To infinity and beyond!

    That's the level of my stress right now. I figure I wouldn't be so stressed if I wasn't also part of the school play .. or if I wasn't the lead of the school play. I know other seniors or individuals are just as stressed as me but I'm being self-centered by thinking that I may be one of the most stressed. Let's review my list of what to be stressed about:

    1 I never really did my senior project research paper, which means I don't even have a topic. My senior presentation is on April 28. That is um in two days. I have, technically, less than two days to find a topic that interests me, write a five-page research paper on it, then construct a PowerPoint, and finally, present the PowerPoint.
    2 On the same day of my senior presentation is my physics test. Ms. Wolcott is a cruel, cruel woman. I can't afford to do badly on the test, because it's the only class I'm in danger of not getting an A in. I must ace this test or get a really high B to ensure that my final grade will be an A. I wouldn't mind studying if I didn't have to finish a PowerPoint the same day.
    3 Our school play is coming up much sooner than I expected or than I wished it was. April 30 is our opening night. I have to have my lines memorized by Monday. I don't really have a lot of time to do my senior presentation + study for Physics if I'm basically at school until 7 rehearsing. I have a lot of lines. It's approximately a three-hour play and I have the lead female role. Did I mention that I have A LOT of lines?! Yes. Stress x infinity.
    4 Tomorrow I send in my SIR to whichever university I'm going to attend for the next four years of my life so I don't want to make a mistake. Billay told me this should be the least I have to worry about because they're all good schools. He makes a good point but I don't know why it's taking up a huge portion of my thinking space. CAL or UCLA or USC? Bears or Bruins or Trojans?! UC or private? Close to home or far? SF or Hollywood glam? I don't know. I don't know!
    5 I got asked to prom. Yessireebob. Now I have to worry about girly stuff: what dress will I wear, will I do my hair up or down, what shoes to wear, where to eat before, what to do after, what to do at the dance, etc. I, however and hopefully, will worry about that after April. I really do hate April. April is a bitch. Sorry April.
    6 APs are coming up. Why does it seems so rushed this year? It feels like all the teachers are beginning to prep only now. I remember last year prepping months ahead, squeezing in Saturday prep days too. I felt way more prepared last year than I do this year. I don't know. It just feels really really rushed. Like "Here you go! APs are only a week away. Let's get to it people!"
    7 On top of all this stuff, I still have regular homework I have to finish on a daily basis. That I'm so not keeping up with. Yes, I'm behind on some very important assignments. I also have other projects I need to do and other tests I probably will have. I'm just screwed. Plain 'ol screwed. And I want to go out with a BANG! by getting straight As. IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE RIGHT NOW?! Is it obtainable? Can I do it with the absence of motivation, drive, focus, sleeep?!
    8 Oh, and I had a fever from all the stress and lack of sleep compiled. I am still sick. I cough maniacally and coughing out yucky shit. I sneeze, blow my noise, make noise. I cough a lot actually. I'm about to cough right now too I believe.

    There you go. There is more, but I can't remember because my brain is kind of numb right now. You see why I'm so disheveled and cuckoo? Sigh* I'm ready to go kaboom~

    *Excuse my horrible grammar. I'm kind of just thinking and typing .. maybe not even thinking properly.

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