You Bet I am!
[21:47] koreaaaaaaa: haha but i really appreciate wat u did
[21:47] koreaaaaaaa: u r my best firned
[21:48] Trisha: --
[21:48] koreaaaaaaa: no really i really think ur great
^ James owes me a banner.
Hey, I like century gothic font. Whewt!
Alright, my day started out shitty from the moment I woke up. I have this bashing headache with allergys to go with it, just to kill me. 2nd period, I was a mess. 3rd, I was trying not to fall asleep. But everytime I blinked, my eyes stays closed. My teacher kept looking at me. Brunch, friends noticed how fatigued I looked. I sat and stared into the distance, I wanted to sleep. 4th period, I was mentally reviewing my IHS tryouts dance. 5th period, we wrote all day in Spanish about what we are going to do over vacation. Lunch, while walking to dance studio, Elvis popped up behind me and hugged me, via--past post. I smiled after he left (: . Went to dance studio and practiced the dance. I was hungry! 6th period, stared into nothing because I had a headache. 7th period, wrote to Remy (Dennis) for his graduation this Saturday. Igcarnacio and Troung were annoying. They whine when I talk, and they whine when I shut up my mouth for the last two weeks, or one, give or take.
After school tryouts.
Around 25 girls tried out. I was no. 13, what a unlucky number! My turn was called up to do the GO FIGHT WIN cheer. I screwed up in the second chant, but my friends said it was cute how I played it off.
Trish: GO FIGHT WIN, SIXERS LETS DO IT. GO FIGHT D-OH! .. WIN! SIXERS Lets .. *toetouch* do it .. GO FIGHT WIN!
Then after all of them tried out, it was the dance part.
I went up with Lindsey. Did the dance, did a minor booboo. Then after the routine, we were suppose to add three 8 counts of our own to the ending. I didn't know what to freestyle, so I just did some random thing that made me look like I'm a baby taking her first steps. Doubt I'll get in. My gpa is deep sea.. deep.
Walked home. Eat, Shower again, homework. And occasional facebook/myspace/blogspot/aim disturbance.
Wednesday, June 3
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Okay, so maybe two comments in a row from someone you barely know is a bit creepy but that's how you got to know me in the first place!
If you are certain that your GPA is beyond repair, then focus all of your energy -- EVERYTHING YOU HAVE -- on acing the SAT. My SAT score allowed me to reason out my "not 4.0" GWA expected from transferees.
I studied in the Philippines and finished in here (NY, USA; I'm now in CA).
And what my smarter cousins did was take transfer agreement programs in community colleges -- they saved tons of cash and assured their degrees from brand universities.
This should realistically stop you from worrying. Well-rationalized situations work much better than escapist hallucinations as antidepressants (:
You really should stop learning your school work.
You should start learning how to learn, first. But that's a painful story for me to tell when you've never even cared to sign my guestbook in Cyworld D;
my name is James too.. -w-
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