Special Topics in Calamity Physics

A book I was reading for Lit AP... needed a non-boring title :)

So it's been a while... almost 3 months, I believe, since my last post... updates!

Colleges: So far, I have the option of becoming an Anteater (Zot!), a Bruin, a Bear, a Triton, or a Trojan; however, I will never be a Pine Tree (though I'm not too disappointed)... Still waiting on Yale, Harvard, Brown, and Johns Hopkins, which all come out April 1 (this Thursday!)... it's kinda scary, knowing that your decision will determine (at least) the next 4 years of your life. I know I won't be able to make the decision on my own; I need God to be my compass.

And apparently I show signs of depression... I think I just need to sleep more.

I never know what to say on these things.

It's Been A While, Pt. Whateveridon'tcare

I guess the whole blogging deal kinda fell out of fashion with me for a few months... it's been CRAZY.

I don't really know what to write on this blog anymore... why am I still blogging??

First Post of October & Marching Band.

It's October!! How strange, that it's only been 3, 4 weeks? It feels so long, yet so short...

As to marching band, WE WON SWEEPSTAKES!!!! It's the first time since my freshman year :] Hopefully we can keep it up all the way to championships!!! I am so tired... haha.

Guitars and Candide.

I decided that my next guitar shall be a Taylor. I'm hoping I can snag a 414CE, which is a Grand Auditorium with a Sitka spruce/ovangkol combo and an ES pickup... if only, if only. I really liked the sound of ovangkol, and I realized how much I missed the midrange on my mahogany guitar after playing a rosewood for so long... so, mom and dad, you know what to get me for graduation :D Just kidding... if I decide to invest in another guitar, I'll have to wait till college, probably...

On to... Candide, a satirical novel by Voltaire, who is very dirty, by the way. One thing that Pangloss (a philosopher and teacher) continually emphasized was how things, no matter how bleak or horrible, will turn out for the best, which got me thinking... is that really true? I think that God puts us in various situations that don't always turn out the way we'd like them to, which causes us to question Him and kinda lose hope, but in the end we kinda have this little epiphany like, "Oh, this is why He did this back then, and not that..." which is really an awesome thing, because God's always looking out for me, not just in the present, but in the weeks, months, years, and eternity to come. I heart God :]

College.

I hate SAT's. I thought 2100 was a great score, then these Ivy Leagues tell me their AVERAGE or bottom 25% get less than a 2300!! A TWENTY-THREE HUNDRED. I digress...

So yeah. I can't decide between Chemistry, Biology, or Biochemistry, but I feel like I'd have the most fun in Biochem just because I'm nerdy like that.

My expanded list of schools:
UCLA
UC Berkeley
UCSD
UCI
Stanford
Yale
Harvard
Brown
Princeton
Johns Hopkins
Rice
St. Edwards
Oxford

The schools I'll probably actually apply to:
UCLA
UC Berkeley
UCSD
UCI
Stanford
Harvard
Yale
Brown
Johns Hopkins

Which is still a lot... I am so screwed -.-'''

Reflections on a Football Game (and Afterwards)

I'm listening to John Mayer and Jazon Mraz right now... oddly calming stuff. I find it pretty cool that so many people with the initials J.M. are musically talented... guess I missed out :] Kina Grannis is pretty cool too... happa! (I'm pretty sure that's NOT how you spell it...)



Anyways, yesterday was our first South High Varsity football game in the new South High football stadium, complete with bleachers that weren't falling apart and extremely loud speakers that nearly burst my eardrums... and a horribly unprepared marching band... was it our fault for not preparing the rest of the band enough? Was it MY fault for failing to be a good section leader? No one respects or listens to me... it's pretty sad... I'm disappointed in everyone, but most of all myself. I wish everyone would just shape up, but I guess no one will if the section leaders don't. I was pretty close to a complete meltdown from anger and frustration at the end of the game. And after the game, Mr. King yelled at us, and rightly so... we couldn't even assemble a parade block to exit the stadium... Rrrrr.

Enough of that though. So after fueling my anger into cleaning the band room (like I usually do), we went off to Lamppost (like I usually do). I heard a little rumor that was circulating about my "winner"... sooooo dumb aiyahhh. These people DD:

Yup. So the first night was pretty much fail.

Anger Management.

When you're angry, it's generally better to keep your mouth shut. I realize how stupid I sound every time I say something when I'm all fired up about something... that is all.