Hola, chicas (y chicos). UPDATE!! My front porch got re-painted from a nasty yellow to a maroon, burgundy, reddish-brown that's ooh, la la! And my house was a little refurnished, so now it's even MORE Chinese influenced. Basketball practice is over, and, oh yeah, I made the Sophomore team! Yay. And, probably just like the majority of you SLACKERS out there, I haven't even touched my English OR History assignment stuff. I just can't picture myself making a damn comic strip. All of you out there probably know that only the good artistic people, the cheaters, and the sneaky, will get the good grade on that stuff. And I hate the fact that it's all confusing saying that the minimum is 15, but the maximum is 16 including the cover page and then it has to be this EXACT size of paper to do it on, and blah blah blah...it all just makes it even more hard to do. And I avoid it every day. Someone has GOT to help me and EXPLAIN that. Midterm grades came out for summer school. Big whoop. I can't believe that there are only a few weeks left for summer. Boo. It all has just dragged by, and now it's CRUNCH time. Hmm, what else? Well, I finally signed up for 2nd year Confirmation. But I don't even want to go. ((I know it's a bad thing to say, but seriously, I think it's a waste of a good two hours used for gee, i dunno, studying? Resting? Besides, it's all about being told what your religion is all about, right? But what's the point in it, when all you see there is confusion, hate, and neglect? Seriously, my group has three leaders, and none of them ever show up or seem to be interested. Joining the class only made me NOT want to be Catholic instead of actually wanting to be.)) But, this post isn't about putting down my own religion or anything. I actually wanted to mention something to you guys. Sometimes, do you ever feel stressed? Not just stressed, but fist-clenching, jaw-grinding, hair-pulling, head-aching, nail-biting, sweat-dripping STRESS? But not just about any old thing, oh no. I'm talking about your FUTURE. Do you ever stress out about your future? What classes to take inthe up-coming years of high school? How those classes will affect the college you go to? How that college will affect what kind of job you have? And then what kind of job you have will determine the lifestyle you lead for the rest of your entire life until the day you die-Amen? I know this all sounds familiar, because I posted about this before, but...it's still getting to me. I mean, some days I think, "Hey, don't worry about it, everything's gunna be okay", and then other days it's the complete opposite. I feel like I don't have control over my life. That I'm lost in a fog that I'll never get out of. That I'm not smart enough to get out of this little place and actually GO places. It always gets to me. PLUS, my parents expect WAY too much from me. Just because everyone else in the family has been in the medical field, they expect me to follow in their footsteps. So they want me to go to Occidental or something, they want "colleges to compete" for me, and for me to be SUCCESSFUL and buy them a big house for when they get older to live in. Well, anyways, I guess I'm getting all stressy right now, so now I'll talk about something else. I went shopping yesterday with my mom. It was...nyeh. I mean, who actually enjoys shopping with their mom? For example, she's all the way across the store, and then she calls out your name until you finally reach her, but by then, everyone's staring at you. And when you say you wanna go shopping for clothes, she picks out all these nasty yester-year stuff, and since she's the one with the MOOLAH, she buys those. So yesterday, instead of getting what I want to wear on MY bod, I end up getting a PINK FLOWERY skirt, a skimpy over-revealing shirt that I may never even wear, a jacket, (and something I actually like-a nice pair of jeans, and some casual-wear shoes). Yeah, it was fun. In a way. Yanno, lately things with Mark and I haven't been in tip-top shape, but we always work things out, and I'm glad that this time made no exception. ((I wanna say sorry and that ilywamh.)) Don't worry, it was ALL my fault. Cuz yanno, I'm just cool like that. :) My sister is going to college (Cal State LA), my brother is getting fatter and more bratty by the minute, and I don't even think that this ENTIRE post made any sense what-so-ever. I guess it's just cuz my thoughts are a little out of order. But I know you'll all understand. 'Till next time.