i like this.

I like I-Days.
I like bus rides.
I like Chicago.
I like Mr. Sloan.
I like Hamlet.
I like Mr. Sloan.
I like the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre.
I like music.
I like life.

I like you.



Currently Listening:
When Paula Sparks
Beneath Medicine Tree
Copeland

braceless

Yeap. 8D



Currently Listening:
Iron and Wine

woahh.

Well that was kind of odd. I've been filled with a feeling of exasperation and animosity for about the past 10 minutes. Why? I have no idea. It really is pretty random.

Looks like you've still got it.



Currently Listening:
The Lioness
Songs: Ohia

愛

stalemate.

What a shitty week this has been. Let's start with Sunday.

Sunday: I get sick.
Monday: I feel like shit because I'm sick.
Tuesday: I woke up shivering compulsively, almost collapsed in the shower, almost threw up upon exiting the shower, and went home with an 102.1 fever.
Wednesday: Mom drove an hour and a half to Northwestern so I could met my potential mentor. This potential mentor and I talked for about 10 min. until she rejected the mentorship because the time committment was too much. However, she did offer to meet me every 3 months. I decided to pass up this offer and continue looking for a mentor. Mom then drove the hour and a half back home. Then I return to IMSA. Upon my return, I get an e-mail. This e-mail is from my IMSA little sister. She informs me she will be leaving IMSA. After a sad goodbye, I am siblingless. The night is filled with make-up work and studying and only 3 hours of sleep.
Thursday: Dead tired from only 3 hours of sleep. Convinced my teachers to let me give me extensions on some things and take a test on Friday. Because of this, I stayed up another night finishing the said extensions and studying for the tests. Another 3 hour night.
Friday: Bomb a Discrete test. Forget to make-up my MI4 test. Get totally lost in AdPhys because of missing what we did Tuesday.

Today: Finally the end of the week. Make next week better please.

Liz Runge, I am picking you up next month and we are hanging out! Grrrr!



Currently Listening:
Floating World
Anathallo

aghface.

So I'm at home. Sick. Damnit. Not cool for so many reasons.

But I'm still meeting my mentor tomorrow. Mommy is gonna drive me. Thanks mom. I'll be back at school tomorrow night, hopefully.

Being at home sucks. Being at home makes me think, and everyone knows when I start thinking, it's no good.


a beautiful girl can make you dizzy
like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning
she can make you feel high
full of the greatest commodity known to man:
promise
promise of a better day
promise of a greater hope
promise of a new tomorrow
this particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl
in her smile, in her soul
and in the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's gonna be ok.



Currently Listening:
Great Romances of the 20th Century (Demo)
Tell All Your Friends Demo
Taking Back Sunday

continued.

The weather has been so generous. Yare is relaxing.. The sun is hot. Shade is cool. Staying in a dorm room gets pretty tiring. Sitting outside never ceases to amaze.

AdChem is no more! I feel like a HUGE weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Is this what it feels like to be free? 8DDD!!!

I'm not going back again. I made a promise. Too bad promises are meant to be broken.

I enjoy life.



Currently Listening:
来自VC的礼物
果味VC

start.

It's been two weeks. Junior year, the smell of 1505 C 22, the sophomores, all two weeks old. Adchem. Two weeks is too much of it, then again I can theoretically kill it at anytime in the next 2 months. IMSA drama has had two weeks to collect and grow. So have friendships. I think I've been doing ok so far with what I wanted. I've kept an open mind. I haven't put down things just because I don't find them interesting. Hell, I even played basketball with the "guys" one day. I've presented myself in a warmer fashion. At least I think I have. It's nice to have more than a group of maybe 10 people to say hi to in the hall, or to laugh with. I feel a little more comfortable outside my social bubble. Do I even have a social bubble? Whatever. There are a couple things I'm waiting on right now. I'm curious as to how they're gonna turn out. I think I over applied myself already this year. I'm committed to too many things. But then again, I want to be. I'll find a way to handle things.

Junior year. It's funny to know I'm not a sophomore anymore. I've "moved up" on the high school hierarchy. It's awkward to walk into C Wing, and the old seniors aren't there anymore. Where'd Max go? Chaz? Ray? John? Of course we all know Zac and Carl got expelled. Replacing these old faces are the class of 2009. I'm now one who supposedly has wisdom. I'm supposed to lead these kids through their first year at IMSA. I feel almost honored. Maybe I just like to be the bigger man. I did grow a couple inches this summer. So says Max and Dr. Condie.

This extended weekend is filled with work. I want to burn it. But I embrace it in a way. A year later at this time, I will remember the work I had during this very extended, and I will laugh. For those now silly sophomores will be the ones in my shoes. It's an optimistic and smug thought.

It's ok. It's IMSA.