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Why the hell isn't my USC letter coming? I heard of procrastination but isn't this a LITTLE too absurd. Everyone else basically got their letters but I have to chase after the mailman everyday. Ugh. I'm ready to give up on it. Besides, I have pretty darn good backup anyway.

I'm gonna be pissed if a big, fat five lbs package isn't sitting inside my mailbox tomorrow.

As of now...

I love em big envelopes!

I'm still in shock of all the joy that's been coming into my life. The last statement I put on my previous post labeled "The ides of March" seems to be to true. As the acceptance (and rejection) letters start to roll in, everything falls right into place. On top of that all, the most gratifying feeling in the world is when you truly satisfy your parents and make them realize that all their hard work has not been forgotten. It was cute cause when I got home from Europe yesterday, my dad put up crazy streamers and balloons in my room all by himself. Wow, talk about gender roles.

That being said, I'm excited to go to attend CalDay on April 12. If anyone wouldn't mind carpooling with my family, give me a heads up!

Look forward to Europe Trip pictures! I've enjoyed knowing many new friends and developing a good relationship with two very inspirational teachers.

Food for thought

Always try to better your situation. You can always go further up.


But remember, it's much easier to just lose yourself and fall.

The Ides of March

Seriously why is March such a bad month? Today I had to skip school to get recognized for my nomination for the LA County youth volunteer. I was running late to pick up Monique (my "boss") and I just skipped the red stop sign on the bottom of the hill like I usually do when I'm busy. Lo and behold, a police officer pulls me over and gives me a ticket without a warning either. Honestly what kid is as beneficial to the community as I am? I may slightly be complaining but karma seems to be making its own moves on me cause I've been good lately. Anyway, I also got a huge strike on my bumper cause a truck was being idiotic as hell. I'm partially frustrated but I accepted the fact that everything happens for a reason. Gooooodness...

Gotta shrug it off right?

Lush

Ohhhh haven't posted in four days.

Today I had a shopping spree at Santa Monica, Beverly Center, and Robertson. It's weird that I did all that by myself in one day and now I got refreshments to my old, drabby closet! Yay!

Lush is my absolute new obsession. Though it's HELLA expensive, you can ask for lots of samples (the lady gave me two that were worth $6 each!). The soap is divine lovemuffins!

EUROPE!!!!!

UPDATE: I just remembered! While at Santa Monica today, some random Asian fob comes up to me with a thick accent and shows me a piece of paper. She asks me of the six controversial questions listed, which one would I be most passionate to learn more about. I chose "6) What is the meaning of a true relationship?" Naturally, she asks why, and I reply, "Because I believe that every person on this Earth is put here to find their other half. In that case, what would a true relationship be?" Alright. Although I doubt she understood what I said, she responds, "Ohhhh how romantic!" and then goes on advertising a company that talks about controversial topics such as that one. Even though it was advertisement, it got me realizing how much I think about this topic. You never even know if the person who's bagging your groceries or pass by in the market might be your significant other.

Oh and I used this product and I just feel amazing. I can't wait to go back to the store and waste my $$$!

Building up karma

Oh do me mercy Lord. This month will be filled with nothing but good karma. I shall do only good to those around me. For the sake of return (with an acceptance letter that is) you shall feel the wrath of an extra-friendly John Kim.

Life is stressful but good. Except that the bitch Hillary won't take her fair share of humble pie and kill herself. GAH! Looks like it's going to be a loooooooong haul. Hang in there Barack.

I feel like a piece of shit

No literally. I made my sister drag me from my room to the kitchen and back.

Nothing can really prepare for a marathon. Trust me.