Day Three

Had to drive to Samuel Merritt University for a Physiology field trip today. Picked up Daniel so he could tell me directions. Saw dead bodies and shit, played with their organs and then drove back to school.

After school, the school bus honked at me but it was my bad. Whatever. Drove Tracy to The Spot and I went to the Young Men's Program to practice our Sex Education Justice workshop. Had a little bit of trouble parking in the parking lot. I got out of YMP at like 5 and visited Tracy and then drove her home.

I drove on the freeway today. So fucking fast. I don't know if I'd drive on the freeway alone. Shit's so fast, I don't know how to act. I'll get used to it eventually.

Every fucking day, I have somewhere to be after school. So little homework, yet so little chilltime. boo.

Day Two

Today I experienced a new sense of freedom.

I drove to school, went to first period and realized I forgot my Physiology folder (which potentially meant a slow death in 7th period), so I decided to drive home 2nd period to get it. It was such a simple in and out. Blake barely even questioned me. And when I got back, I found a decently close parking spot.

AYS today went smoothly. We broke into committees and other than the lack of attendance by some important officers, it was gravy.

After school, I drove to The Spot. Found a great parking spot just around the corner. Worked on some art projects. Lena decided to be creepy and wave to random people through the window. By doing so, she attracted an old Chinese lady, who came in and asked us hella questions in Cantonese. Only Fiona and Lena knew what she was saying. She was so cute and curious.

Got off work early, drove Fiona home, came home to make some rice. I'm getting used to this driving thang.

Day One - Mama's in da Motherland

Woke up to a silent house. Had to drive to school. Fucked up a couple times. Was nervous.
After school, I had to drive downtown. Got honked at once. Fuck dat nigga, I knew it was my fault so I didn't get angry.
CORE met with SAFIRE and YMP. Played a couple games and got deep in an art/writing workshop.
Scooped Vince and Miranda, took them home. Came home at like 7:45 to my dad.

Gotta do everything. Eating leftovers right now, then I gotta make more rice (or maybe I should make it tmr morning...). Poopie. I miss my grandma and mom already. :( Hope they're having fun.

One crazy, drunken night.

If only the camera saw what I saw...

 I was da twerk mastah. Jk, I just didn't give a fuck.

 Julien Tell

 Asian gang or don't bang.

 We was so diverse that night.

I spent my entire night chasing this girl around, making sure her ass didn't die somewhere.

blahblahblah, all you suckahs do is complain.

Why don't YOU try planning a fucking prom that we can afford? Talk your shit then.

busybee weekend

Friday:

• School, then made cake pops with Key Club officers at my house.
• Vagina Monologues at UCB, then sushi and Top Dog.

Saturday:

• 9AM Breakfast with cousins at 900 Grayson.
• Grocery shopping then off to The Spot's Youth Open House.
• Curry Crab dinner at cousin's house, then Fenton's for dessert.

Sunday:

• 9AM bake sale in Montclair that got shut down by the health department. T.T
• Filipino Dance practice from 2 to 4PM.
• Fuck homework, I need to relax.

This weekend was basically my birthday weekend with family. I hate getting attention, which is ironic since I lead hella shit that prompts me to be the center of attention. Let me fade in the background until further notice please.

I feel like a lot of my friends only come to me because I know shit - whether it be when 3rd period starts, when prom tickets go on sale, or what physiology homework was last night.

Prove to me that you actually enjoy my friendship and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Feeling used ain't nothing new to me.

Psychic Readings,

So after going to the flea market with my mom and grandma today, I went to see a psychic with Tracy. At first, I was skeptical, but she started to really describe my life. I definitely won't believe EVERYTHING she says, but zamn, she was accurate.

She was telling me how I used to be confident, but I lost it. I'm a genuinely happy and honest person, but inside I'm soft and sad. There are "dishonest" people around me and the person I confide in the most is blocking me from my future. Wut.

Apparently, I need to let go of the past to make a better future. da fuq. I don't think I'll do that again.

black boyz

I say black boys talk to hella girls for a reason - experience. Nigga, please. You got an Asian fetish? Take that shit outta here.

OYEA and The Spot Youth Center

Today was The Spot Youth Center's open house for donors and basic adult allies and I enjoyed myself. I gave some people tours and told them what OYEA is all about.
Compared to last year, I've come to really enjoy myself in OYEA. There are a lot more people involved and Mike Tran always keeps shit lively! Last year, I dreaded going to the meetings because only two or three, MAYBE FOUR people (if we were lucky) would show up. This year, there are a lot of funny and committed people in OYEA and I'm really happy that I've gotten comfortable around most of them.

The open house had a photo-booth so we took advantage of that shit. This is a picture of the girls in OYEA. We took a group picture with everyone from OYEA and Warriors For Peace (plus MIKE TRAN), but it hasn't been uploaded yet.

Good food, good people, and a beautiful sense of community!

Scholarships

Scholarships ask hardass questions. They want to know your life. How am I supposed to tell them my life when I can't figure my own life out?

Time for some self-reflection.