“Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals, or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names & why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (you’re it!) and to read your blog for instructions. You can’t tag a person who has tagged you. Since you can’t re-tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog so I can read the answers!”

1. I don’t have to try to earn any of my grades. I can sit in class and spend all day writing, reading a book, etc (or sit on my laptop typing this up during math), and still get 90s on all my exams. I also don’t read the textbook, unless I know the teacher/professor/doctor will include stuff from the textbook that he/she didn’t teach in class. The only exception is my com books, because they’re actually semi-interesting. Without trying I’ve gotten E’s (or S’s or whatever the elementary school highest grade was), 90s, and A’s. Even now in college I really don’t feel all that stimulated. Stressed by random shit work, yes, challenged, no. But this also isn’t to say this is a perfect system; if I stop paying attention to a class where the teacher is either boring or it’s a subject I don’t necessarily understand (yes, there are classes I don’t get, I’m not this all-knowing monster; I don’t get some math and most sciences), then I pay the price for it. I came dangerously close to failing math one quarter in High School because I read through most of it (my other grades still pulled me up to an overall A- average, but still).
2. I’m an only child. Now I think everyone knows this already, but I’m going to clarify. I believe that because I am an only child, it’s strongly influenced who I am today. I’m mature because when I was younger I found myself hanging out with the “more interesting” adults than kids my own age. I choose to be a loner because I didn’t have siblings to play with, and so I would take up solitary activities to take up my time instead. I’m free to be my own person because I never had to compete against stronger, more attractive, more popular older siblings or hell even younger siblings. So yeah, it’s shaped my life.
3. I believe in reincarnation. I think people don’t come back right away and that not everyone comes back, but people are reincarnated all the same. That being said, I also believe in hell. I also believe in a heaven, but I see it not as this glorious place with pearly gates but rather a place for the dead to unwind from the stress on earth before being sent back. It’s too complicated to explain right now, but I will talk to anyone who’s interested in my weird belief.
4. I hate air conditioners. They just make me cold and want to huddle under a pile of blankets like it’s the middle of winter. I’d much rather open a window.
5. I’d much rather read in the pool than swim in it. Until my dog killed it, I had this great blow-up lounge chair big enough to fit like 5 people comfortably, with indents on the corners perfect to hold my manga, and another indent for drinks. I could spend hours like that. But I also like to swim, but I have to be in the mood.
6. I don’t want to have my own children. This doesn’t mean that I don’t want children; it just means I don’t want to give birth to them. I have no problems seeking a surrogate, but I really want to adopt a child out of foster care. And not a baby either, an older child, the ones often ignored. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I do, and I feel pretty strongly about it.
7. I only drink milk and water. Again, most people already know this. I also drink apple juice, green tea (but I’m picky on which types of green tea I’ll drink), and when I was younger I would drink those liquid sugar squeeze-it things too, but very rarely. I don’t like soda, I don’t like alcohol, I don’t like lemonade, I don’t like club soda, I don’t like iced tea, I don’t like root beer, I don’t like energy drinks. I do like vanilla milkshakes though. Well, it’s ice cream and milk, so technically it doesn’t count cause it would go under the “milk” category.
8. Just because I don’t drink/smoke/do drugs/have sex doesn’t mean I’m like some huge “anti-whatever” activist. I don’t give a shit if you drink/do drugs/have sex, so long as you don’t include me in any way shape or form. Drink until your liver turns to a liquidy goo, doesn’t affect me! Do drugs until your brain shrinks to the size of a gumball, so long as you don’t do it near me! Have sex until you’re reduced to nothing but a hormone-raging sex machine, so long as I don’t have to see hear/it! Really, by all means, go ahead. (I do have a problem with smoking though. Mainly because even if you smoke away from me you stink of smoker and you have nasty breath and teeth. Honestly what is the appeal to smoking? At least with drugs you get some sort of high/low/whatever drugs do.)
9. I am asexual. This means I have no desire to have sex, ever. This doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to people or find them appealing. I do that all the time. I just don’t understand how people pick partners based on sexual appeal. I’m looking for something deeper; a bond deeper than sex that my partner and I can be connected by for the rest of our lives. I guess this also is the reason for the “don’t want to have my own kids” thing. Oh, and this also doesn’t mean that I’m afraid of sex. I’m not, really. I just don’t understand the appeal to it.
10. I love my car. It’s my baby and no matter how far I have to drive I never feel annoyed because I’m in my car and everything in it is exactly the way I like it.

People I tag:

pacdude

renkinshenjou

Anyone who wants to do it

I no longer care about your classes.  Please make classes end now.

No Love,
Red_Confession.

Maybe some of it has to do with the fact I’ve lost contact with people I hung out with in high school.  To me those were the golden days.  I mean I can message them on Facebook, I guess, but it’s not the same as seeing them face-to-face, which is what I really want to do.  But I also know that I can’t do that either –we’re all spread throughout the country.

I guess I could try to expand my circle of friends, but there isn’t anyone in my classes that I like.  I mean there’s this one kid in my Japanese class that seems interesting, but I also can’t see myself hanging out with him outside of class.  My mom thinks I should try to hang out with one of my other friends’ friends, but I don’t know them either.  Just because they’re my friend’s friend doesn’t mean they’ll like me.  I need to find my own friends.  But I don’t know where to look.

And so, for now, I’m alone.

Things that have been prevalent in my life in this point in time:
- Finals Week
- That damn history paper
- Packing
- My Boyfriend
- Possibly contracting TB

Well I guess obviously the one that’s most important is the TB thing.  Because you can possibly die from that.  So basically, I come back from my last anime club meeting where we wound up watching stuff until after 12.  I was tired and cranky, and my roommates were just going off to sleep.  And on my desk I see a giant box; it was one of those care packages LaSalle gives out if your parents pay for it.  Well, seeing as I’ve gotten about a hundred of them already, I wasn’t surprised.  I was going to ignore the box until tomorrow, but it was open, so I approached my desk.  My one roomie, who was still up, told me it was delivered like that.  I quipped she opened it but she got defensive.  Clearly it was so late she didn’t realize I was joking.  Even if she did open the damn thing I wouldn’t have cared.  I only like about half the candy in it anyway.
But clearly none of this has to do with TB.  I’m getting to that part.  So next to the box on my desk was a letter from the dean.  Usually LaSalle puts that crap in your mailbox, so it immediately peaked my interest.  My roommate told me that it was about someone in my dorm contracting TB.  So I rip that sucker open and read the letter.  It’s very vague about the whole testing thing, saying something about our local health department contacting us.  Well, of course that freaks me the hell out and I have to call my brother in the middle of the night because I know my mom is no help to me after she falls asleep (for all those who haven’t heard the bathroom story IM me and I’ll tell it to you).  So he calms me down and I’m able to finally go to sleep.

See, my problem is I’m intensely afraid of needles.  I can’t see them, touch them, even be in the same room as them without freaking out.  I so much as think about needles I freak out.  So the thought of having to go get a shot is not my idea of a good day.  Yeah yeah I know I could die.  Seriously, my mom eventually said the right thing by saying “If you get it you’ll need even more shots.”  That’s really the only way to convince me to get one.  It’s funny, because people don’t understand exactly just how afraid of them I am.  They assume it’s like most people’s fear of needles, but I’ve gone beyond that.

So anyway, now my family and I are playing it by ear.  Both the letters we received (my mom got one too) says that we should be contacted by our local department of health, so we’re waiting for them to contact us before we do anything.  I’m grateful for that, because at first my mom wanted me to get a shot right away.  I think it’s her way of acknowledging my fear, so I’m really grateful for it.  So that’s pretty much the latest on the TB thing.  Oh, me and my roommates know who the person is too.  I’ve never hung out with her despite the fact she’s in my side of the hall, but my other roommate was friends with her roommate.  She claims she hasn’t been around that girl in a while though.  And my first roommate got tested and it came back negative, so I think everything will work out for the best.

Second Semester:
1st Set- Study Hall
2nd Set- Gym
X Set- Choir
3rd Set- Study Hall
4th Set- AP Programming
5th Set- Psychology
6th Set- AP Govt
7th Set- Study Hall
8th Set- AP English

The best class was AP English because Mrs. Kast was a semi-senile enjoyable cranky teacher, and the worst was Psychology, hands down. I hated that class like nothing else.
Come Christmas of last year, I got my baby. The best gift I had ever received. Well there were better ones, but I mean material-wise. I received my baby, my Shirogane. She’s my brand new 2006 Chevy Cobalt LT. She’s two-doors, silver, with a gray cloth interior. She also has the cutest little spoiler ever. I have since added pawprint window decals in each of the backseat windows, as well as a LuHi sticker, a LaSalle sticker, and a LG (Lake George) sticker. I love my car. So much. After I got my car, I got a parking pass from the school and I was able to drive to school. And I was able to go to school late too, because of my 1st set study hall. And on C Days I didn’t have to be in school until 10. And on A days I was able to leave 7th Set. It was so nice.
But I think the best thing that happened to me senior year was the Italy trip. It wasn’t open to only seniors, but I would say 2/3rds of the Senior class went. In my group it was me, Jeremy, Kristen, Delaney and Lynn. Although I have yet to mention her (mainly because I didn’t know her when I wrote in my previous posts), she and Debbie were Delaney’s friends (10th graders), who have in turn become our friends. The trip was amazing. Italy is the most beautiful country. But the trip wasn’t entirely without faults. Jeremy and I got into a fight over something pointless (whatever it was I started it) and we didn’t talk for like 4 of the 8 days. Delaney, Lynn, and Kristen tried not to play sides, but Lynn and Delaney hung out with me while Kristen hung out with Jeremy. We finally made up however, and I thought everything was okay, but I suppose our relationship was permanently strained (more on that later). The other bad thing that happened was I got sick on like the third day there, and I got a bad fever. But right before I got the fever, I put my foot in my mouth by retorting something fairly nasty to my school’s principal (who was on the trip), after he falsely accused me of being loud. I am loud, but it wasn’t me that one time.
But the trip did have some good moments too. Delaney, Lynn, and I had a lot of fun siteseeing, and it was there that I met Dan. He was Lynn and Delaney’s age, and he went to school with us, but I honestly had never seen him before the trip. I thought he was really cute, but towards the end of the trip we began to flirt with each other. And once Jeremy and I were friends again, he gave me pointers. Then, on the last day, I asked Dan if he would go out with me, and he said yes. But we were on different flights, and I didn’t see him again until we got back to school. A week later he broke up with me via a shittly written letter. Yeah, I’m a moron. In his defense, I think I scared him off. But by now I am completely over him. As a matter of fact, when I visited my school the other day (more on that later, probably another post) I saw him and I was like “hey it’s that guy I flirted with in Italy. What was his name again? Esen? No, that’s the name I came up with after seeing his weird myspace name. What the hell WAS his name??”. It took me two days to remember his name. I’m over Drew too BTW.
The Italy trip was in April. I graduated June 10, 2006. I graduated wirh Honors. I got the honors cords and the National Honor Society sash thing. Graduation was nice, and it was quite sad because I knew that things would never be the same again with my friends. We all said our goodbyes and promised to stay in touch.
During my senior year, I was accepted into three colleges (which is good considering I only applied to three colleges): Quinnipiac University, La Salle University, and Long Island University, CW Post Campus. All three also offered me scholarships. I received a $10,000 scholarship from Quinnipiac, a $12,000 scholarship from LaSalle, and a $13,000 scholarship + entrance into their honors program from Post. Originally, I wanted to commute, because I didn’t want to leave home, but everyone told me not to do that. Not that that was my main reason for wanting to dorm. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I would never have the true college experience if I commute. So that ruled out Post. Sure I could dorm in Post, but it was too close to my house, and the dorms were disgusting. That left Quinnipiac and LaSalle. I loved both campuses. My main problem with Quinnipiac was the dorms (they only provided triples and quads). My main problem with LaSalle was the neighborhood (it was a beautiful school in the middle of a ghetto). Finally, I decided that LaSalle was the place for me.
Because it took so long for me to choose, I was put in one of the few triple dorms LaSalle provides. At first I was really pissed, but I am quite happy at St. Neumann. I am not a party person, and I like to be left alone, so the fact everyone who parties in Neumann leaves makes me happy. Neumann is also located in LaSalle’s South Campus, which means it’s in a more “rural” area. North campus dorms are all right next to each other with one large shared courtyard, and they are steps away from Olney. And the fire alarm apparently goes off every other night in one of the north dorms. Not only that, my roommates are amazing. But I have a cute story about that too.
I listen to one of the local radio stations in NY (PLJ) when I’m in my car, and they were doing one of their bits where listeners can call in to ask this fortune-telling toy a question about their future. So for shits and giggles I call up, and get through. I have no idea what to say because I didn’t actually expect to get through. The first thought that came to my mind was love, so when the screener asked what my question was, I asked some question about love. He said there were too many already like that, so he hung up. But now that I had gotten through the first time, I wanted to be on the radio, so I thought up a new question. I wanted to know if my roommate would be a freak. At the time I knew nothing about my roomie(s), or that I was in a triple.
So I call in again and get through again. So the screener asks me what my question was. I tell him, he thinks it’s incredibly original and adds me to the cue. He and I talk for a little bit about what college I was going to and everything, then puts me on hold so I can listen to the radio on the phone (because you had to turn off your radio). Finally, they got to me and I asked my question. The toy responded something, I don’t remember exactly what, but it meant that my roomie would be cool. I thanked them and hung up. It made me happy.
Like three weeks later, I got my roomie assignments. That’s when I first found out I was in a triple. So I call the first girl, Lindsey, and I get her voicemail. And she has just the most fucking girlie girlie voice ever. I cringe and hang up, I couldn’t even leave a message. About four hours later she calls back and asks if I called her. I told her I did and that I was one of her new roomies. We talked for a little while longer, but it was forcefully civil. I began to think the mystic Abu was letting me down.
It took me a couple more days to reach my other roomie. She was Sarah, and seemed to be much more likable than Lindsey. Yes, she was girly, but nothing like Lindsey. Sarah actually played a real sport, and she seemed to be laid back like me. I hoped that she would be the balance between myself and Lindsey.
Anyway, so we all get to college, and Lindsey turns out to be just as girlie as I thought. But she didn’t come to the room a lot, so it worked.
Then the most amazing thing happened. Lindsey announced she was switching. The mustic Abu didn’t fail me! My new roomie was now an international student from China, and she was someone who I had talked too and actually liked. Her Chinese name is Xin Xin, but her American name is Hally. I love her and Sarah. So Abu was right. I’ve been wanting to call in to tell them for a while, but I haven’t had the guts.
And I’m tired of typing now, so I’ll continue this some other time. Hopefully just not in a year from now.