anyone down...

to see street dreams with me at the block? its rob dyrdek's movie. bunch of pros (prod tk and rob) and a decent story line.

bub

please sneak a call. i miss you

ucla

After careful review of your application for admission, we regret to inform you that we are not able to offer you admission for the Fall Quarter 2009. UCLA continues to receive more applications for admission than we can accommodate in our freshman class. For Fall 2009, we received more than 55,000 applications for 4,700 available spaces for freshmen.

so much for hard work

ucsd

Thank you for logging in to the UC San Diego application status Web site for Fall Quarter 2009 undergraduate applicants. We have carefully reviewed your application and regret that we are unable to offer you admission to the University of California, San Diego. The selection process was very difficult this year as we had an excellent pool of competitive applicants.

well, there it is. didnt get into sd, which means i highly doubt i got into la. yay for going to my super super safety schools. but then again, the actual rejection hasnt come yet, so maybe a miracle will come

last year

MAKE it good. don't wait for it happen, make it happen.

be happy

be happy for the little things in life.
a lot of people should be happy, but are not.
what happened?
time is limited.
dont wait for tomorrow.
be as happy as you can now,
but aspire to be happier

Another Late Night by Jonathan Harris

2:00 am, he still sits at his computer, finishing his paperwork he must turn into his boss first thing in the morning. The house is quiet except for the loud snoring of his wife and the soft breathing of his daughter down the hall. The two people that mean the most to him are lost in a heavenly slumber world of fantasy relaxing their stress while he lives in the real world spending his time working with pains in his neck from exhaustion, rushing to finish. Will he ever get to just close his eyes and relax? 3:00 am, barely half way done, he starts to think. He remembers the week before; he pulled three of these late nighters. Although he sacrificed a couple hours to finish, he sees his boss take a quick look and simply throw it into a filing cabinet the next morning. If only he knew it would just be tossed away never to be seen again, he would not have feared being fired and would have took his daughter out to ice cream like he promised or just lay down with his wife and enjoy the moment. Will he ever get his free time? He tells himself that if he stops putting the effort he does into his work, he could be fired for laziness, causing more stress than a couple late nights can cause. 3:30 am, he starts back up to his work, fearing he won’t finish and the chain of events that can happen soon after. Victimized by stress, enslaved by work, chained by fear. That is how it always was, ever since he was a teenager in high school. The same routine went out as he studied for tests and finished ten-page essays. Stuck in the cycle of school then. He would tell himself education should be cherished, there will be time to relax when he’s older. Stuck in the cycle of corporate America now. He tells himself he has a family to support, there will be time to relax when he’s retired. Will the cycle ever end? 3:50 am, still working, but being productive. He stops wondering and starts to focus. 4:15 am, he finally finishes. Relieved to be done, he steps outside, sits on the steps in front of his house, and lights up a cigarette while he enjoys the mood of the early morning mist. He takes a look at the watch on his left hand and lets out a sigh. 4:20 am. He walks back to his bedroom and tries to enjoy his two hours of sleep. 6:30 am, he wakes up, crushed by the premature termination of his dream. Will he ever get to have a long sleep? 7:25 am, he kisses his wife and daughter and rushes to the office before a quarter til so he won’t be late. 7:46, he is officially late, parks his car across the street, and immediately jumps out of the car. He shuts the door and runs across the street. At that same second, a car turns around the corner. The car crashes. The man falls. 7:47. Both the man and his briefcase lie only a few feet in front of the man’s office, the paperwork from last night scattered across the street and starting to blow away in the wind. Ironically, his body lays fully relaxed with his eyes closed and his limbs to his side. He has all the free time he can ever have now. The cycle has finally ended. He can have a nice long sleep… now that he is dead.

semester 2

man, only about 88 days left of oxford. thank god. im beginning to glorify the end as much as i can. think about all the hours we've spent here staying up doing hw and all the stupid teachers we have had to endure. arent you ready to graduate? cus i really am

another thing is the people. people here truly do bug me. no one with exception of a few do anything that seems interesting. theres an asian guy in my spanish class that answers, when i ask him what he did over the weekend, he did hw and went to chinese school. he said one week that he didnt do much becuase he had an essay DRAFT due. i told him that took only 2 hours tops and he didnt have anything else to say as to what he didnt do for the rest of the weekend. the moral is, people at oxford are only people at oxford. they are truly students and not people. they live for school and would not know what the hell to do if they didnt have to go. get lives, get girlfriends, do something. please. its people like them that make oxford seem like a nerd school. for this same reason, i take every chance to hang out with my friends from magnolia and get the closest i can to a real high school experience. i always envied them for being so calm and relaxed and "normal" but i never really could feel that normality becuase in the end i still went to oxford and i still had to do 2+ hours of hw while my friends sleep. if i werent so "elligible" for oxford, i would have never wanted to come to this stress-filled monotonous school where people get all frustrated off little things and cause others to get even more frustrated. i know, i can be pretty cranky and get all pissed easily but i can honeslty say that a lot of the blame goes on the people who put me there.

college is going to be great because im not going to be back at oxford. i love my friends, dont get me wrong, but we all need to get out of this place while we still have time to live.

were teenagers only once in our life. dont let something like oxford stand in your way from enjoying your young life while you still can. use it as a precedent as to what youre going to do later in life. dont wait to be happy, be happy now. dont wait to live, live now. take chances and dont worry too much and dont be scared to live. make decisons, make mistakes, make memories, live.

LIVE!

well...

you know what they say.... "everything happens for a reason"

although the reason might not be seen, there is a reason

worthwhile or worthless

when you notice you are dispensible, you find your true value.

A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.