summer

so it's finally over. 9 months. all behind us. 9 months of work. of math. of science. of kadel. of literature. 9 months of no sleep. bad food. drama. and love. all behind us. these 9 months mark a beginning for 18 more. the next three months will be somewhat depressing to me. i will miss the all day everyday theme of IMSA. you work all day everyday. you see the same people all day everyday. drama goes on all day everyday. honestly, this was a dissapointing year. especially the end. next year, i vow not to care. to go back 9 months ago, and have the mindset i had back them. screw crowds, groups, and stereotypes. it's all gonna be different next year. maybe it'll have the happy ending i hope for.

hope everyone did well on finals. have a great summer, and good luck next year. it's junior year, and we're all gonna need it. i'll miss you all over summer. get fat. =]

I'M DONEEEEEEE

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

blalalala i'm not studying for finalssssss

i spent the entire freaking day in chicago. well kind of. more like, shedd --> buckingham fountain --> michigan ave.

pics up soon. parents forgot camera in friend's car.

dang. i'm so screwed.

but i did find The Dreamers for 8 bucks. =DDDDDDD



Currently Watching:
The Dreamers
Bernardo Bertolucci

there went the world

safe sex
the diaphragm
lacking of your self-control

diary
the top drawer
your mother wished she'd never seen
"i just wanted to be loved," she said,
"it's something that i never had."

call him
at 3 am
wishing to be reassured
he'd love to
of course he would
anything to get you in bed

"goodnight," she said,
"i'm going to start a revolution
and you can be the start of it."
it's in my head

footprints
and fallen leaves
these are the kind of things lovers think of
backseats and motels
these are the places that they've been
you want none
of these things
these are the kind of things that make us weak

"goodnight," she said,
"i'm going to start a revolution
and you can be the start of it."
it's in my head
"goodnight," she said,
"i'm going to start a revolution
and you will be the start of it."
it's in my head

tonight we'll
think twice
the awful scented nights
there went the world
it's just one girl
there went the world
it's just one girl
it's just one girl
there went the world
it's just one girl
it's just one girl
it's just one girl

it's just one girl..

i see how it is

i'm the back-up. the second rate mold.



Currently Listening:
Compromises
Number One Fan
Sorry

this is the part

where we all must say goodbye. the same people that we see everyday at least 3 or 4 times a day, we will not see for 3 months. a few of them...we may not see again forever. please sign my yearbook. because to me, a yearbook is more than a book of pictures. it is a catalyst. it is a catalyst for millions of memories. i've only gotten 3 signatures thus far...but even so. reading just those 3 have made me happier and sadder beyond relief. please let me sign your yearbook too. i have a lot to say. it's just 8 more days until everyone is gone. please don't leave, without saying goodbye.

if we hold on to each other
life will be so sweet
if we hold on to each other
life will be complete



Currently Listening:
Murmurs
Caroline

blah

so i guess there just wasn't that click. dang. i really wanted to feel that click. and i guess that's what's making me feel sad. kind of stupid. but i wanted that click. oh well. maybe we'll break down the social barriers and be good friends.



Currently Listening:
Murmurs
Caroline

it's friday, i'm in love

it's funny. how with 2 weeks left of school, one can make a new friend. and lose so many more. i guess it makes me kind of excited. knowing things aren't set yet. but losing people might just hurt more than i thought it could.

don't say what you mean
i'm not ready for that
all the things sounded so appropriate
at the time
say what you mean
i'm not ready for that
no, not yet




Currently Listening:
Compromises
Number One Fan
Sorry

beautiful

so i hung out with the refugees today. they were a really fun bunch. they were so active, happy, loud. hanging out with them must have been one of the funnest and most rewarding times i've had this year. it makes me happy to know that imsa is helping these kids out. volleyball was amazing. some of the kids could really hit too! even a mom joined in. smiles were all on, laughter rang after every hit, every slip, and every crash. it was just beautiful. yea. beautiful.

let the college whoring begin!

i am now the official Drama Club Secretary for the 2006-2007 school year. =D i will be mass e-mailing you soon. heheeheheeee

also, i, along with brandon, are now going to be co-chairing with steph for the 2006-2007 Badminton Club. should be awesome! look for more open gyms. much more. for now we have 3 people planning!!! woooot!!! =]

monday, you can fall apart

happy birthday jeff!! ^__^V

anger. frustration. screams. shouts. curses. words they don't mean. noise. tears. love.

it's times like these, that silence means everything, and no one is to know about this.


why did this have to happen. right before mother's day?

they see me rollin' they hatin' patrollin' they tryin' catch me ridin' dirrrtayyyy

anyone wanna eat a pint of haagen dazs strawberry shortcake ice cream for me?

let's make some amends. old friends. don't lose sight. let's stick it 'til the end.

today was rather enjoyable i guess.

here goes the steps to "Bo's Method of Writing a Kadel Research Paper":

write until 2:30 am. sleep for three hours. wake up at 5:30 am and shower, brush, get dressed, etc. so by 6:00 am when IRN turns on again, you'll be ready to work again. Work on paper until 7:25. race off to class. doze off in the first class. slack off in the 2nd. You plan to skip Orchestra to work, however, the 3rd class will be pseudo cancelled. you will walk into class. your teacher will talk for about 10 minutes, and let you go. Give a joyous whoop! and race back to your room to continue on that paper. finish the content part at 10:45. decide you don't need to skip orchestra after all, and attend. partly because cause you have a small sense of curiosity about something. orchestra will end 15 minutes early. eat lunch quickly, obtain a yearbook. read yearbook on the way back to your room. spend another 15 or so minutes reading and not working on your paper. then suddenly shut the book and scamper to work. it is bibliography time. work tediously on the bibliography. finish at around 1:00pm. class starts at 1:25. decide to check over paper, and footnotes. begin check and corrections. halfway through checking and correcting the time is 1:25. say and think, "fuck it" and press the print button. wait 5 minutes for the pages to print. in these 5 minutes, you will put on contacts for you will have a baseball away game later in the evening. at promptly 1:30 you will run off to class. breathing hard, you enter at 1:32 and hurriedly turn in your paper. you proceed to do some acting and pretend that your printer cartridge had problems. Kadel will pardon you, and the rest of class will be blow-off. =]

i should be on ESPN. over the shoulder diving catch landing on top of ryan wang. yea. the asian two. we rock.


you're cold, maybe you just missed the sun
you fall, feeling like it's just begun
so far, keeping it together's been enough
look up, rain is falling, looks like love.



Currently Listening:
Heart
Stars

lost

i'm losing everything.

i'm losing my motivation.
i'm losing my composure.
i'm losing my patience.
i'm losing my talent.
i'm losing my friendships.
i'm losing my love.
i'm losing my position.
i'm losing my rank.
i'm losing my sanity.
i'm losing my charm.
i'm losing my posture.
i'm losing my passion.
i'm losing my grades.

i'm losing my self.


i miss tie scores.
i miss the balance.
i miss my friends.
i miss my talent.


maybe this losing streak will end soon. maybe i'll come to an end soon. maybe this time, i finally lost.



Currently Listening:
Heart
Stars

war --> music <-- politics (bush)

spending am stud. sitting at the math study area computers with sharon. her dutifully working on her paper. me, browsing the net. adding links to my sidebar. her trying to be unique on my sidebar and trying to be green, and bold, and change her link text. me refusing to change her text. green didn't work. but she's bolded. me convincing her to put "bo is awesome. i am graced by his presence" on her xanga. her actually putting that along with a couple other nice things. me making her listen to ben lee. her listening to ben lee and liking it. convo about our "bands" which are more of solo projects. her and her corny pop. me and my fluid indie. her smacking me repeatedly with books. i threaten to smack her with my almighty history book. she runs from her chair. trips over her backpack. we laugh hysterically. she repeatedly smacks me again. she returns to dutifully working on her paper. i write this blog post. she leaves for chem. i finish this post.

best time i've had in the past 3 weeks.



Currently Listening:
Awake Is The New Sleep
Ben Lee

Currently Reading:
The Broker
John Grisham