i know she'll wait, i know that she'll be true

Finished up the last of two long days. Woke up at like 11:00 AM or so, after sleeping at like 4:30. Crazy. Went over to Allison's house for a mini cv c/o 2002 reunion. It was nice seeing everybody; I stayed for about an hour or so. Then some of us went to the rec to play some basketball against the xs guys. This time team arf came out on top, tying the series at 1-1. Then I came home and found out that I finally have a tv in my room again. It's not the greatest tv, but it's a tv, the picture's color, and I didn't pay for it, so it's all good. All I need now is a vcr. After I got out of the shower, at like 11:30 PM, Rob and I went to Carol's house to hang out with some folks for a few hours.

I had a great outline for this blog earlier in the shower, but I've forgotten most of it. Drats. We shared some college stories today, and basically the only thing I've gotten from them is that I've gypped / screwed myself by living at home going to LPC. Even if it's ucr, it's still dorm life, and I'm going to miss out on that for at least another semester. But in the end, it was all my fault to begin with anyways. This is my punishment. Oh well, until then I'll have to settle for all the great stories. As for the other issue that's been dragging on and on and been nagging and so on and so forth: hopefully it's now laid to rest, with closure.

I have decided to try out for the Chabot intercollegiate baseball squad come spring. Maybe in part due to slightly disappointing my parents by not really considering it senior year, maybe for exercise, maybe to meet people, or maybe just to have something to do. I'll go out for the team, barring any missed mandatory deadlines that have already passed, or major schedule conflicts with classes.

To the amazement to some, you only "lose" your virginity once. Yeah, though I believe it's something more that you give, not lose. Then again, it's not really yours if inevitably it's gone anyways. Yet again, wth would I know about most things anyways.

Perhaps because of the mood lately, or maybe just because it's been a year now since I've turned in my personal statement, I've decided to share my first essay. This is the raw, first draft of the essay that I wrote right after I got pissed over something and was crazy frustrated. Anyways, read it here. Only a few people have read this; not even all of arf has seen it. I guess you can ask me about anything on it if you'd like. Yeah, I've always known I'm not perfect. Now you know for sure.