Another monthand here I am again to write another blog entry. To be honest I only really do it for those people, if any, who still check my xanga every once in a while. I wish i could write more often but I jsut never seem to have the time or be in the mood. SORRY!
So anyway, whats new with me you may be asking? TONS.
I graduated from high school in june with a 75% average... which is a miracle considering how little studying and work I did. I definitely didn't deserve that average. I thank my expansive bullshitting for all those times I wrote up papers at 2 in the morning that were due the next day and getting an A on it.
For a long time i was debating whether or not to stay an extra year in high school. I wanted to have one more year of the raltively carefree lifestyle when yuor parents still take care of you; one more year of chilling with my close friends; one more year to live as a child... and mostly, one more year to raise my average so i could get into a better university. In the end i decided just to push on and carry on my life and go to university. I applied to 7 universities and got accepted into three. Well... two, actually. McMaster did not accept me as my average was 74.8% and their cut-off was 75%. So what did a sharp young chap such as myself do? I called up my guidance office and asked if they could change one of my marks so that i would have a 75% average. They obliged and raised my english mark by 2% which put me over 75% overall. Sweet deal! So a few weeks ago i decided to go to McMaster next year in dirty ol' Hamilton (damn that steel mill). Still haven't gotten into residence but I'm still keeping my hopes up.
I started working at the day camp that I've worked at for the last three years. It's been a blast. The staff is much better this year and we go out almost every day after work to socialize, at the price of my paycheck for all those damn dinners. I need that money for university. Curses! Over the years I have slowly been assigned progressively older kids for my camp. My first year was 5-7, the next year was 8-10, and this eyar im taking care of the oldest group: 11-13. This is both good and bad. The good is that I have a smalelr group of kids who, in general, have not been too much of a problem and I don't have to baby them and hold their hands (seriously, I was etting so tired of watching kids do addition on their fingers and still get it wrong. Think: "5..plus 6... (runs out of fingers and restarts on a fresh hand)... equals... 1?) Maybe some of yuo find it cute, but that little antic gets tired, fast. HULK SMASH! The bad is that they have a lot of attitude at that age which gets annoying especially since they are still babies but don't think so. ("Get in line, please" | "what if i don't. what are you gonna do about it?!" | "call your parents" | "alright i'm lining up, see, i'm lining up.") I like kids, don't get me wrong, but sometimes i just wanna wring their twiggy little necks.
On june 10th i asked out a girl who had never had a bf before, had never even kissed a boy before. She had been asked out many many times and turned down many kisses in the past... for some reason or another. The pressure was on. Would i be her 71st refusal. With my luck (As usual) she accepted my invitation to go out. Things were fine, or so i thought. she is a really sweet and kind girl. she lives by the rules of her religion which doesn't really have a name, but is really quite good and much better than christianity, in my opinion (i'm agnostic by the way). The only thing that was bugging me was it seemed like she wasn't having a good time when she was around me sometimes. That and she is not an affectionate person and I NEED affection, i absolutely need it. So after a month I broke it off with her on the july 11th. I did it over the phone since her parents are very strict and wouldn't let her out that day. I think she was crying, i could sorta hear it. Apparently she had started to close up to me for awhile and was just starting to open up again when iwas breaking up with her. fluctuating feelings basically. Either way, we weren't right for each other one way or another.
I guess that's it for now... wait no. I'll summarize last night.
- party was a bust so we had a few shots of vodka at a friends house and went to the back field of our old school
- met up, coincidentally with people we knew.
- random strangers came thru and we ahd a makeshift aprty with about 20 ppl in the back.
- some of us left and went to a bar which i got into with afake id m yfriend had. my name was mihn tran (LOL).
- went to the park with and ahd a couple beers when some cops came by and got all our information. the gu ywe were hanging out with had so many convictions and had been in jail so much that the cops knew him by name. He was a really nice guy tho. They asked for my birthday i told thema dn they jsut crossed my name out. the cop said soemthing like "hese not familiar with the procedure so this is his first time. they checked out this black guy named ozzy (obviously... he was black, damn racists). Everything was clear and they didn't even confiscate our beer. lucky us. So we grabbed a slice of pizza and headed back and watched some tv. then took the blue night ( a late night bus) home, where we saw a guy almost get run over by a car.
ok ok I'm done now, seriously. | 
