Homecoming was a blast, even without a date. :P
I guess I was worried over nothing. hehe.
Anyway, for some reason I wrote sort of short story about drunk driving... I'm not even sure why... but here it is:
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She walked down the street. The blaring music became muffled as she shoved her earphones hastily into her ears in an attempt to drown out any surrounding sounds. It was a beautiful day, and she walked down the street.

 

They drove down the street. The blaring music became even louder as they blasted it out of their car in attempt to drown out any surrounding sounds. It was a beautiful day, and they drove down the street.

 

She continued walking down the street when she saw a cat. She paused to study the cat; her striking grey eyes, the black sheen on her fur, and the elegance of her strut. They both stood for two minutes, staring at each other, before the cat’s interest was directed to a flying leaf and she scurried along. She walked down the street.

 

They continued driving down the street when they saw a red light. They paused to wait for the light; tic, toc, tic, toc the light is taking forever. They sat there for two minutes, staring at the light, before it turned green. They drove down the street.

 

She was walking down the street when she saw a child; a child so handsome that she could not resist the temptation to stop and watch him playing. He played without a care and he played without noticing her. After two minutes, she continued down the street.

 

They were driving down the street when they saw a car; a car so cool that they could not resist the temptation to speed up and race it. It drove without a care and drove without noticing them. After two minutes, they lost interest and continued down the street.

 

She walks down the street thinking of her friends, when she found a city park. She sat on the swings and watched the clouds move feely by. The park is deserted but she pretends like the park is alive with children playing and couples kissing. After two hours of thinking of her friends, she started to walk back home.

 

They drove down the street thinking of their boredom, when they found a city club. They sat down at the bar and watched the people freely dance. The club is jam-packed but they pretend like they are the only ones there. After two hours of drinking, they started to drive back home.

 

She walked up the street faster than she did before. This newfound energy caused her to break into a sprint back home. She couldn’t wait to talk to her friends, so running as fast as she could, she crossed the street without looking both ways.

 

They drove up the street faster than they did before. This newfound energy caused them to break the speed limit on their race back home. They couldn’t wait to use the bathroom, so driving as fast as they could; they crossed the intersection without looking both ways.

 

There was nothing she could do, nothing. She saw the car two seconds too late; she never finished walking across the street.

There was nothing they could do, nothing. They saw the girl two seconds too late; they never finish driving across the street.

So, I was browsing the infinite catalog of colleges and universities instead of doing homework and I've decided:

THERE'S SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM!!!!!
...and none will probably want me.

Seeing how I'm far from the student I should be; I am diligent, but diligent in all the wrong things. Therefore, my grades, so far, have been not what I want. If that sentence makes any sense... seemingly so, my grammar has gone down the drain, the pipes, the sewer, to the watercleansingplace, distributed into water bottles, drank, and down the toilet again.
Goodness, high school's supposed to be fun, right? It's really difficult to really have fun, let alone get sufficient sleep, when four AP classes and two Honors classes weigh a ton on the stress scale. Extra curricular activities are attractive, but so hard to be committed to with all this school work. These past two weeks I've probably joined six or so clubs, and by the next two weeks, I'll probably drop five of them. Man, I'm tired of school already.
Speaking of school, this start of the schoolyear has been utterly unsuccessful, socially wise. I have not made one new friend, at all! I haven't even talked to someone I don't know yet. In all my classes the only chance I get to talk to someone is for help. Other than that, I'm too busy concentrating on the work given to us. :(
There goes the social butterfly goal for me.
Today, we watched President Obama's speech on education, which was basically him just saying "stay in school." Instead of watching, I got help on my math homework. Somehow I think that's an analogy of how my life as been in these past few weeks. Nothing has really sparked my interest except for understanding a subject I absolutely cannot comprehend (which is about six of my classes).

I think the only thing keeping me emotionally stable and mentally sane are my friends.
The subject of "friends" makes me a tad bit uncomfortable as well as stupendously happy. The main problem I have with friends is that I get way too attached, clingy, if you will. I guess it's the fact that I have that mentality of "yes! I finally made a friend, I need to make the most of it." which typically ends up with my hurt feelings when my efforts are not returned.

Marie, (I know you're reading this. you're the only one reading this LOL) I'm glad you're my friend. I know you know this, but I really, really love you, and I think you're the only person who I can relate most to. We've both suffered and both felt that rejection several times. President Obama mentioned in his speech today that people who suffered the most, will succeed. We haven't succeeded yet, but I believe in karma: (ahah, even though Catholics don't..) we WILL get the happiness we deserve. :) Kindred spirits, man, kindred spirits. keke. I am happy to be your friend. I've admired you because of your boldness and your ability to tell the truth and I have picked up a few (a lot) of your characteristics. A lot of people are becoming more like you because you're cool. 8D. I will work hard to become your close friend too, but I do have some concerns. I can't express my feelings through words very well or give advice that can account for anything, but I can listen. I can offer my ear and anything else. I don't want you to ever feel that depressed or sad. You know the saying "I feel your pain." well, I don't know it, but I do feel pain when you feel pain. I cried when you expressed your anger and sadness in a way that hurts yourself. I want you to not be so affected by Stephen. I know he's your close friend, but don't take too much to heart. Be angry in a different way. I worry.
I love you.

I wonder if she will read this but I have a few words for her too.
Tracy, the gleam and sparkle in your eyes have completely disappeared. You are no longer the happy-go-lucky, cheeky girl I met in sixth grade and loved in eighth. From the transition of freshmen year to now, you have almost done a 180. I think you've experienced you're own problems and hardships too, but sometimes you are too trusting and too caring. I know that's a good thing, but I worry about that for your sake. I know, to you, a simple apology will work wonders, but sometimes there's reasons behind that sorry. Do you ever realize that? That sometimes people apologize for personal gains? Do you realize that some people may be nice to benefit only themselves in the long run, and could be hurting you slowly? Please consider that. A lot of times we take each other for granted, and only see our other friends, but realize I'm here too.
Also, don't take money so lightly. The way you look at money is wasteful and heartbreaking to those who can't afford the same things you can. I was happy when you looked at the clinicals' bill and complained at how expensive it was, but also sad when you said "If I have money, I can do whatever I want." when we were talking about colleges. I've built up a sum of two thousand dollars over the course of eight years and it's still not enough for even one semester of college. Granted, I don't have a job, but I don't have time for a job. Studying is a priority for me as it is for all of us. That's why our parents don't want us to have jobs; we need to make good grades and that's most important. Going back to your loss of eye sparkle, it's the IB Effect, don't sweat it, you'll love everything about life in a few months. (lolPris) I'm kidding, don't let it murder you from the inside out. Overcome IB and kickass. I want to hear "Tracy Truong" on graduation day with a crapload of honors and stuff for IB. :)
Hopefully, I can see you often so that if I see you four months later I won't be like "who...is... that... pile of mess?" lol I want to inject some happiness into you. Though you seem to be doing fine with your new friends. I'm a bit jealous that you've made so many new friends keke. That's why I love you, so social! haha

So in conclusion; Good luck to you both this year: academically and socially. I shall work hard in both areas, but I doubt anything would keep up. My lack of commitment, or more of commitment-phobia, will get the best of me, and I'll quit. Just like how I've quit everything, except orchestra. (I'm very proud of myself for making it this far).
I'm finished procrastinating my studying for the American Studies test. I shall reveiw and read all four chapters before I fail. I bid you farewell, and goodnight.

-Toria.
 

._. Xanga. Xanga. Xanga. how cute.