It was us in the mac lab with the janitor.

Thats right, we did it; we watched Teeth, the movie, in the maclab last night.

The best part is that the creepy weekend janitor guy watched most of it from the doorway with us.  

It's alright though, we redeemed our dignity by giving Ralph the security guard our pepsi codes so he can donate all of his points to Toys for Tots at the end of the year--what a great guy.

New year

As I sit here pretending to work on an English final that is due in two or so hours, I can't help but realize that today is the 15th. The day that sophomore acceptance letters are officially sent out. I can't help but be in awe of how fast this first year at IMSA was and that next year I'll be a junior. Although junior year is hell year, I'm really excited for it. I'm excited to work hard and learn a lot, while having a bit of fun with my friends in the process. I'm excited for tennis and having a shot at state, Synergy, writing center, and most of all StudCo. Next year is gonna be a great year, and I'm going to be a junior. I really can't believe it. Normally at this time of year, all I can think about is going to Canada to go canoing. But this year, I'm actually looking beyond canoing and looking at next year. A new year, with new sophomores. It's going to be really weird. But it's going to be awesome, even if I'll be overwhelmed with work basically 24/7.

I hate myself for this.

So, please don't kill me.
And try not to let the following admission change how you feel about me as a person.

Okay....here goes.

Today, I bought a Ryan Cabrera song on iTunes.
And...I liked it.

*hides*

When I Grow Up

DISCLAIMER: This is probably boring, it's a pretty standard reflection on change and the future.

It's pretty weird to think that the school year is almost over. To me, it doesn't seem like the school year is winding down, it seems like I'm just keeping my head above the water until the next extended. It probably has something to do with the weather. I've kind of digressed.
The school year is almost over, which means we (Class of 09) are almost seniors. This is a particularly petrifying thought to me, because senior year means one year away from college, which means four years or less away from the real world, which means being a grown-up. Being a grown-up is an extremely terrifying concept to me, maybe because I have so many different aspirations, and I'm not sure which ones I want to accomplish first. Potentially losing touch with the people I've met here is a really distressing matter as well.
My parents never talk to their high school friends, and rarely to their college friends. I've said it so many times, but at our ten-year reunion, I don't want to have to catch up with anyone, I want to say, "Hey, has your boss stopped being a jerk yet?" or something to that effect, like all friend-y and we-haven't-talked-in-only-a-couple-days-ish.
I think I'm most scared of change, especially because (minus homework) I pretty much like things as they are.

Oh, and since this is a reflection on the future, I think that, in 2020, there will be flying cars and people living on the moon, and maybe freeze-dried food will run rampant. Also there will be hologram communication technology, like in Star Wars.

enjoy your food.

i was talking to harika (that fatty) about food. and here's what i think:

there is almost always food involved in the happiest moments of our lives. this may not apply to the sudden, firework ish moments (marriage proposal, baby birth, etc), but to the quiet, pleasant times (good report cards = cookies) but then there are the not as happy times. and thats when food means the most (at least to me) my gramma when she was dieing could no longer walk, and i believe that the scent of her favorite food cooking inthe kitchen kept her alive longer. it was the scent of love.and comfort/wollowing food is important when we girls get togehter to chit chat. i dont think we can do it without food (late night ramen).i think good is comforting because of the connections/associations/idk between food and the ppl were with and the emotions that the food makes us have. like the taste/smell of it. in a sense the right comfort food could be equivalent to getting a hug from someone special