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omfgness.
Mohamed's being gay/annoying, there's a chem test tomorrow that I'm actually WORRIED about (I never worry about tests), I still have to do the trendboard for Saturday High, and... ohhh crap I have to print a banner too.. And I have a Chinese project, and an English project and... to quote Rea, "aoreighaisasero" or something along those lines, anyway.
On the good side?
I had a nice talk with Angela Wang today... I learned some things and... well, talking to people like that.. it's nice(: I guess she trusts me, and nobody's ever been stupid enough.. erm, kind enough to really trust me. Except my best friends. But yeah.
I also got to have lunch in Mr. Lim's room with Joan, doing chem homework again xD.. which is similar to the day when we became friends... and Jallal actually called me, and kept wanting me to talk to him. Frankly, it was kinda annoying, but I felt really happy knowing that he actually wanted to like talk to me and tell me stuff, you know?
I don't really have a lot of great friends in Walnut, and all my reallly good friends live far away... but maybe it's getting better(:
*sigh* All I really want is a little love.. that goes a long way. And I'm trying, myself, to be a better person too. Like, in Math Analysis I saw Eric So get books and papers for people, and I started doing it too.. and I think they noticed and appreciate it. And I'm trying to smile more, be more friendly.
I don't have a good reputation.. but that can always be changedd. And who cares about reputation if they can find a group of really good friends?
I don't have a group... I want one...
Then again, I also want money, a job, a girlfriend, a car, and a license... but that ain't happenin anytime soon. =.=

I've got a lot of work to do... but one last thing.
I appreciate the hard times I've been through, and believe me, there have been a lot of them.  They've taught me a lot. I mean, I used to fight with my mom many times a day, my dad would work the late shift and I didn't see him much, I'd have to stay up until 2 or 3 AM arguing with my mom about homework, and at one point when our house was under construction my whole family was living in the basement and eating pb&j every day, every meal. Which explains why I'm not all that fond of it. My mom even walked miles through snow once because my dad was at work and the car was broken... only to get yelled at by some car mechanic (i think)... with me on her back. That was in Levittown... before '96...
believe me when I say 3 feet of snow is not fun to walk thorough
But if that' not dedication and love, what the hell is?
So yeah, I've lived through hell... yeah, my heart still bleeds every moment... but I don't regret it, and while I miss it, I don't realllly wanna go back.

I don't know wtf I'm talking about hahaha...
But if you wanna talk, please don't hesitate to talk to me. I'll be there for anyone who comes to me from the heart.
One love...