Time of our lives

Telegraph Avenue<3, Topdog, Berkel Berkel, Chipotle, La Burrita, fall-outs, fall-in-loves, camp crushes, annoying girls, fingerprint identification, laundry room karaoke, scary near death experiences, whitewater rafting, Bart trips, the "hospital bar," jumpshots, "hadoooouken! shoryuuuken!," creepy pedophile pictures, late night football, winning touchdown into a trashcan, "stickfish!," American Apparel trips, official vs. unofficial tours, Stanford Pink tshirt, Boardwalk!, sand being thrown at face, Fireball x3, "Ca caw, ca caw!," favorite song x4, Alex Wassabi, daily view of Golden Gate, California+Hongkong+Ecuador+Taiwan+Jersey+South Dakota+Washington DC+France+Singapore.

Most of the time, you're horrible to me. But thanks for watching out for me, you're an uber cool "cousin."

Life is great. I miss my family so much, but I never want to leave. I feel so far away from home. I needed an entirely new perspective and that's what I'm getting. I know better now.

Enlightening

My mom is right. I have met some of the most interesting people here. I feel not only jealous, but amazed by their lives, almost on a daily basis. If I want to meet more people like the ones I am meeting here, then I better hope I end up in a great school. This is what I promise myself.

DRAMA, long time no see! Hahaha. It's definitely here to stir things up... silly, silly teenagers and their hormones. "HEY! You look kinda cute!"

Intensive

So I'm kinda stuck in an 8th floor dorm doing something that I absolutely hate at this point, and will be continuing to do for days on end. SATs and college essays are so meaningless. Why do we have to be reduced to a number to explain our entire life's achievements? And even for the essay, why do we have to have entirely perfect english and grammer? I thought it was supposed to be about our uncomplicated selves. What's so wrong with blurting about our lives (kinda like blogging, haha)? In lots of ways, it's the purest form of our being; not some essay that went through 93405809430 revisions. I kinda wish the admissions people could just look into our souls and know if we would be a perfect match for that college. It would make life so much easier. But then again, "life sucks, then you die," says Jacob Black<3

Speaking of Jacob Black, the pictures and trailers on Tram's tumblr make me HELLA EXCITED for new moon!