March 2009
51 posts
College
I know I haven’t been blogging. I haven’t found the time or the will to post anything because frankly, I’ve spent the last week crying and wallowing in self-pity.
But what else is new?
I might as well admit now — although I’ve been ashamed to until this point — that I’ve been rejected from every college I’ve applied too, excluding San Diego State...
Feist - La Même Histoire (song also known as...
Alcohol
Unexpected events unfolded, one after the other, adding up to one really odd day.
I was taken out of first period today as a repercussion of the Homecoming Incident, a consequence that came five months later than it should have. Punishment, however, it was not. An hour of my time, wasted in a room with the hippie district counselor, sitting next to two guys coincidentally named Enrique,...
“There are always going to be people in the world who are prettier than you.”
– Boyfriend He’s really, very good at this saying-the-wrong-thing thing. Then he tried to justify it by telling me that it’s not like he knows them or anything.
Corrective Dental Procedure
The sun is shining, the birds are tweeting; what a great day to start a corrective dental procedure.
Yup, today’s the day.
Great week. I’m already trying to climb my way out of several pounds of college rejections, why not throw on another pound or so of metal into my mouth? Y’know, weigh me down a little.
Update: I look like Ugly Betty.
“A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.”
– Charlotte Bronte (via)
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Black Men Chronicles
Powderpuff ‘08 was celebrated at Fuddrucker’s immediately after our pitiful loss, about a year ago. I recall leaving the restaurant somewhat earlier than the rest of my peers and walking slowly and lonely to my car. As I made my way, a few feet away my peripheral vision caught sight of a black guy lurking slowly behind me. He approached me and attempted to strike up conversation.
...
The Uglysuit - Chicago
Happy 18th Birthday
Alberto Guzman.
“How can you know if you fail until you succeed? Even though it’s a convoluted...”
– Alberto still reigns as the only person who can make me feel better about myself. He always says exactly the right thing, and it never ceases to baffle me.
“Don’t worry though. College does not make or break you.”
– Alberto Guzman UCLA doesn’t want me either. It’s not thoroughly heartbreaking. I had expected it. But, I also had hope.
Virginity Rates Among Students By Major →
Confirmation for your assumptions. Via Emmeline.
Lists
I make lists when I need to get something done. Tonight’s particular to-do was to shower and finish government homework. Essentially, what I say is set in stone and cannot be done out of order. You can accuse me of finding a reason to avoid my textbook, but due to my mild OCD, I’m always going to insist that the shower must come first.
I was not amused when I discovered that all my...
The Story Of - Berkeley
I figure if I post a song...
“We have carefully reviewed your application and regret that we are unable to...”
– UCSD Didn’t expect any less, but still quite upsetting. I’m going to go buy something to make me feel better. Hey, at least by the end of March, I’ll either have an acceptance or a new clothing item as a result of each rejection. Unrelated to my consistent failure in every endeavor:...
College
Dad: What else are you waiting for?
Jamie: LA, Irvine, and Berkeley, but c'mon, if I can't get into UCSD how the hell will I get into LA and Berkeley?
Dad: Yeah, that's true.
Jamie: But if I don't get into Irvine I'm just going to shoot myself. Would that be alright with you?
Dad: Yeah, that's fine. You'll stop costing me money.
Jamie: Okay, I'm glad you've accepted my decisions. When's dinner?
Dad: Soon.
Jamie: I'm going to go cry while you're cooking.
Fresh & Easy
Jamie: You shouldn't take so many plastic bags, Daddy! It's bad for the environment.
Dad: So? Your turn, not me. I'm dying first.
The Seven Girls You'll Date In College →
(via benjoseph)
I’m not a guy (although some people might like to contradict that statement) but this was a humorous and clever article that, for the most part, will ring true for my soon-to-be college men.
Hormones
Yesterday, under the stress of colleges, the pressures of high school, and after the agony that is speaking to my Mother, I called my Dad. A snobby, snotty mess, I spilled every emotion into the telephone.
“You’re about to be on your period, so your hormones are going crazy. Just try to control them, take a nap, and you’ll feel better. You don’t have to do the laundry...
Willoughby - Story
I had a really bad day...
By the Bye...
My Art teacher called my work bullshit and gave me a D on my latest painting.
Hermit
The end is drawing near. Not the world. I wish. Not really.
With only a few months in session left until the end of life as I know it, and I couldn’t be any crankier. As these past 18 years get stretched further, it only continues to grow weaker, thinner. I’ve only known Mira Mesa; the schools, the people, the damn routines. I’m desperately reaching out to higher ground,...
Absent-Minded Father
Jamie: A lot of people got their acceptances to UC campuses already and I haven't. Will you be my shoulder to cry on when I get rejected?
Dad: Good.
Jamie: What?
Balmorhea - Baleen Morning
Balmorhea sings me to...
Birthdays
That moment of silence that comes with the inevitable communal shot was the only two seconds I heard myself think this weekend. And, my oh my, was that moment pure bliss.
I attended five birthday gatherings this weekend, didn’t sleep on Saturday, and haven’t been fully conscious since Friday.
Hope's Birthday
Around 10PM, Friday night, after Matt’s, I hitched a ride down south to attend Hope’s party with Julie, Ronald, and Mae. Along the way, we realized we were on the wrong freeway, which led us on an involuntary sightseeing tour of downtown San Diego, the Coronado bridge, and the ghetto. I didn’t realize how far down California we were until driving back north. Let’s just...
Matt's Birthday
I went over to Matt’s Friday evening to celebrate his 20th birthday with ice cream cake and good company.
Shortly after I arrived, Jaemie Dudas walked through the front door.
Ryan then showed up with his lover, Jamie Manalili.
Jaemie Dudas left the gathering to attend a movie with her boyfriend. Named Jamie.
Yeah.
Dude, let's party. I'm sexy.
Ahmad: Are you and Adam dating?
Jamie: NO!
Irwin: Why does your "no" have to be so.. dramatic?
Jamie: Because. How would anyone emotionally connect with someone who only uses five words? "Dude, let's, party, I'm, sexy."
Happy Birthday
18th; Michelle Mora. I haven’t seen you in the past few years, but the memory of us as 10-year-olds dancing to Aaliyah in matching Limited Too tank tops is still fresh on my mind.
20th; Matt Simmons. I have nothing to say about you.
Leaning
All the speakers on the left side of my car cuts out when I plug my MP3 player in. It’s probably the adapter, maybe the player, possibly my left ear; all I know is, as a result, my left ear is definitely more sensitive to sound while my right is now partially deaf.
I’m positive that if anyone stared at me long enough, they would be able to detect a very slight posture imbalance.
Tristan Prettyman - The Kiss
This is from Tristan...
10 Stories Behind Dr. Seuss Stories →
(via)
Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss.
A Kit to Thwart Writer's Block by Elizabeth Dilk →
I need to own this. Ha.
Happy 18th Birthday, Maika Ball
I’m sad that Panama has claimed you for so many years.
Now that you’re an adult and no longer technically under your parents’ discretion, I’m hoping you’ll move back to America.
Now, What?
Reckless spending, an empty wallet, and an email from Wells Fargo informing me of my “insufficient funds” sent me on a quest for a job that doesn’t involve a corner nor extreme self-loathe.
Desperation lead me to Robek’s front door.
Rejection lead me away.
Even my back-up job doesn’t want to hire me.
Now, what?
Lauren Zettler - Shapes
Reblog. Catchy...