i didn't get into my Computer Science class. i was so close too. i was next in line on the waiting list. no one else ended up dropping, so that was the end of it. |: all in all, i only have three classes. despite the work, i felt the need to take this class just to get it over and done with. and, after all, this was my major. i needed that class. i guess i have to register earlier for next semester. /:
i visited my highschool earlier in the afternoon. well, priorities first. i had to request for my transcripts. i've requested for it thrice, but i never had the time to pick it up. they must be irritated. :B
since Kimberly and Mark didn't have a 6th period, we made our way to the doughnut shop! but not just any way. we did it...hobo style! 8D!!
there was a stray Ralph's shopping cart across the street from school. apparently it's been there for a while and Mark and Kim seem to use it often. o_o we even brought it inside the store. it's been a long time since the three of us were in the doughnut shop together. the last time that happened was before i graduated. i had my long lost love, strawberry banana smoothie. mmm yummy.
we pushed Mark in the cart all the way back to school. funny looks from the other students; dismissal had already hit.
i wasn't able to see the new freshmen. apparently, they keep getting shorter every year. maybe we just think that because we get taller (with the exception of moi) or older and we just don't seem to notice. after another school year passes, we see a new patch of "hobbits" grow forth in highschool. maybe we just don't notice that we're the ones changing ourselves.
i've been looking through my old journal entries back to when i was a freshman in highschool. did i really write that? back then, i might've thought i was l33t. haha, yeah right. if i could, i would delete those because they're just embarrassing to read.
but i wouldn't do so. not at all. as geeky and nerdy as i might've sounded back in the day, it's always interesting to look back and see how far you've come. the writing style of a person definitely depicts their personality one way or another. whether they choose to write in full sentences or phrases or incorporate a horrendous amount of slang in between, it surely shares a lot about a person's character.
will i be looking back to this in 10 or 20 years? hope so. by then, i probably would have changed and wonder how it was like to be a teenager.
it's a scary thought that i'm going to be 18 soon. only two more years until i hit 20. i wonder if i really had a blast as a teen. not to say that as blast would mean partying, getting high and what not. because certainly, i wouldn't call that "living the life". did i really make the best out of it?
it's funny how only seven years of your life is devoted to being a teenager. the rest, you're a full-time adult. hello, reality. it's all about the big "R". i'm beginning to step up, actually. i'm waiting for a call back to any of the jobs i've applied for. i don't know how many forms i've looked and written on, but hopefully one of them would have to call me back. i need to score a job. the usual life isn't just going to cut it now that reality bites.
sigh. my mind needs to cool off from the real world. a dream, perhaps?
September 06, 2008, 3:27 am; 
