Sunday, October 18, 2009

Update

So schools been going on and all is well but accidents and hardtime goes on here and there but its all good. Teachers are pretty chill like cunningham, byean, black, and kim. I realized I've been trying harder in school kind of giving up on a tennis scholarship cause I know I'm not gonna go anywhere. Students need to more less so caught up with their ownselfs with their own studies. Just shut up and get down to business. Its not that hard. Hearing stuff like "omg school is so hard. I have all nighters and my classes are so hard!" People need to stop being selfish within themself because we're all in this cycle together. Just shut up and do it. Its not that hard. All we have to do is just stay positive and do our work and everything will just turn out to be a good conclusion.

Biggest thing I've noticed this schoolyear is that the people I've talked to last year during class or whatever, pretends like I'm not there in front of them. But even though the fact that I lose friends, I made alot of friends as well. But yeah, I dont really care anymore cause probably after High School, I'm never gonna really see them or really care about them. Whenever I talk to people that are like 5-10 years older than me, pretty much all of them say that they dont care what their high school friends do and cant even remember them. But its said that friendships last forever so who knows? What I noticed about myself is that I've been really DGAF about alot of things, such as, what people think of me, what I should do to impress people, what I need to do to do get more special than whoever it is. I think what byung said was really true, "the older you get, the more you tend to not care about things that arn't unnecessary." I can honestly say I like who I am today even though I have many many flaws but it doesn't matter because I'm satiesfied of who I am today. Because the more I think about my self esteem and pride, the more I want to kill myself.

Tennis is such a grind. To much pressure, to much competition, to much money, to much time, and not even motivation. Since with all this school work to do, I've been playing like what 2-4 times a week which is not good at all. As well cracking a racket yesterday by hitting an overhead and the racket slipping off my sweaty hand making a huge collision with the ground cracking through the frame. I seriously hope Milan will be able to get it replaced. But even though the fact that I havent been playing much tennis, Im still able to hit as well as I was. But theres still theres days when I'm off. So its like a two steps forward and one step back process which is pretty good. If I cant go to college with my grades or with tennis, I've pretty much planned to go to the marines or army. I'm already a junior so I need plans what do to in the future But thats like a plan F not a plan B or C so I'm not even sure. I'll just see what the future holds and do whatever I want to do from there.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Staying up late.

Man... I love staying up late. It's like my own time to do WHATEVER I want, eat WHATEVER I want, watch WHATEVER I want, Go on the internet WHEREVER I want, etc. Andrew, if your reading this, (No I am not watching porn.)

This past week sucked. Stay up till 3a.m. not getting my homework done that should take only an hour, losing a T-shirt, being tardy twice to first period, playing tennis like crap, getting a D in tennis, Andrew Kim (10th) getting his locker jacked as well as my favorite pair of shorts that was in his locker, Ms. yoo getting me aggrivated, losing first round in a tournament to a guy who I should've beaten, failing two testes, procrastinating, fighting with Andrew like everyday about the stupidist things, not being able to max out 160, not going to koinoha concert, reading the bible twice, gaining 3 pounds, and etc. I could just go on forever but I'll stop.

First time.

Wow. Xanga, MySpace, Facebook, and now Blogger. LOL.
As, I "Lurk" on blogger, this is pretty tight. I think I'm gonna enjoy this wayyy better than myspace and facebook.