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Name: Patricia
Gender: Female
Interests: Music everything, dancing, singing, watching DVDs, using the internet, eating, napping, photographing, attending concerts, shopping, and daydreaming.
Expertise: Spacing off. @_@
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
9/30/2002
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| I'm going to the airport in about an hour. I am excited, yet not quite mentally ready to leave home. But in a way, I am going home. I realized that I am a pretty bad luggage-packer. I get stressed out and run all over teh place and start wasting time by trying on clothes that I know I should not bring with me because I'm going to buy lots of stuff at the nightmarkets. My sister helps me a lot with my life, haha. Ummmm what else? I'll try to update while I'm there, and hopefully I'll see ya'll when im back in August! W00T! Japan and Taiwan!!!!! So azn right now <3
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| As I'm sitting here, typing and thinking of something clever to write,
I'm listening to a cassette tape my piano teacher gave me a few weeks
ago. It has the recordings we did together a couple months ago, during
my "peak" of piano-playing . . . and it's just weird listening to it,
because it doesn't sound like me at times, yet it does during others.
Sometimes, I'm like "whoa . . . I guess that practicing did pay off"
and then when I hear a little note slip, I'm like "yeah, I would do
that . . ." (<---by the way, I hate that phrase, haha) But my point
is, as I'm listening, I realize that I have to keep up these skills
I've acquired over these twelve years. It really sucks that such
skills, as with any other musical instrument, sport, etc., could go
away so quickly after not practicing just for a week or so. Yet
it takes months, even years just to improve by a little bit. It's
frustrating, but I look back with no regrets at all. My last lesson is
gonna be next Tuesday, and I'm half excited, half dreading it. I'm
going to miss my teacher, playing those computer games that are
supposed to make you better at music theory, mastering my pieces,
performing, even messing up in front of her. It was a great experience.
On a lighter note, I'm dead excited that it's summer. I'm also kind of
amused at the current state me and peers are in right now . . . we're
high school graduates, yet we're not quite in college yet. But oh well
. . . I'm gonna enjoy myself and savor these three months (last summer
was like, six weeks) and then . . . off to UCSD I go! Yay!  Oh yeah.
Another cool thing about senior year is that everyone's cool with each
other, since everyone's moving away soon. I think I might go out for
sushi with a group of people that I didn't even talk to during high
school. Weird huh?
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| Today was my first, only, and last final exam of high school, and it
doesn't even matter, because all I can think of right now is preserving
every memory I make these last few days. Yeah, I admit tons of times
throughout the year that I wanted it to end as soon as possible, but
I've realized how much I really am going to miss all these people. To
be honest, I thought I was going to be okay, moving onto the next
chapter of my life with nothing but a smile that my last stage in life
was good, but that I was ready to look forward to other things. But you
know, I probably said all those things while I was being distracted by
the stress of college applications, I dunno . . . but right now, I am
quite distraught at the fact that I might not even see some of these
people for the rest of my life. Isn't that strange? But I'm trying not
to think about that too much. All I want to do right now is to spend as
much time as I can with every one of my friends, and cherish every
moment I can (as I should have, and did do throughout high school).
Hopefully some people feel the same as I do . . .
I want a hug right now. Not that I really need one.
I need to go shopping. Anyone up for it? I think I've owned these pants
for about 5 years. And they're paper thin too . . . I just know any
second they're not only going to split in the crotch, but in every which
possible spot. And that's not a good thing, haha . . .
This entry's going nowhere!!! Goodnight.
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