I’ve been getting out alot more often lately, which is definitely good for me.

In my last post, I said I was going to try and do the Project 365 thing, but it’s so hard to say committed to something. Making it a habit sure is hard.

I went to Comic-Con Internation and that was a great experience. My dad and I usually go just to watch the Kevin Smith panels. He has to be one of my most favorite director/comedian of all time, well, aside from George Carlin of course.

Today I took my senior pictures [part 2 at a different studio than the ones my school suggests - Aquario Studio]. They were much more comfortable then the first time I took them when I was in an actual studio with a different studio. If that made sense … anyways, I took them at Ocean Beach, and the place, although beautiful, is also dumpy. But I felt like it was good for me, I felt like it portrayed a part of me that’s true, not trashy, but that I have two sides of me, as does most everyone else. Anyways, the photographer was great! He was extremely nice, easy to get along with, and he didn’t make me feel like a mannequin all posed. Overall I’m really hoping they turn out great, and I’m expecting amazing pictures to show my friends and family.

Well I have nothing meaningful to say at all lately, which is why it took me so long to blog. Sorry folks!

My mom just recently got surgery, had surgery?, I guess I’m not good with grammar.
She stayed in the hospital for two days after, and my dad and I visited her from morning to night each day, including the day of surgery. The only other time I’ve been to an actual hospital, besides my birth, was when I was visiting my brother when he had his own problems. This hospital was different, it felt more cozy and more welcoming. Maybe since I was on the floor of women surgeries and baby deliveries, it was not as depressing as psychosis and drug addicts.

I still don’t know what to thinkof hospitals though, I’ve never had a terrible experience with one (besides parking prices). I don’t really understand why people hate them so much.

What was your first remembered experience at a hospital? (not birth)

I’m going to the beach today, so I suppose a picture or two should be expected later. I think I might try out Project 365. It’ll allow me to hone my photography skills (the little ones I have) and it’s always nice to look back on things. So starting today, July 22nd.

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Well, Photoshop has failed on me, so Project 365 will have to wait for tomorrow.
On a happier note, I finally got the iPhone 3G (I used to be a 1st gen. iPhone user).

Why is it that people think they are automatically a good person when they choose to change from 1 day forward, if they cannot accept and face their past? Lying about it is no good. It’s just proving that said person has not changed. At all.

I’m not a religious person, but if we’re speaking of morals, I have my own that relate simultaneously with the idea that some sins really are bad & should never be committed, or should only be committed under certain conditions [depending].

Are sins forgiven that easily?

Why do we deny our past to the people we care about and think that relationships can be built on that?

Yesterday I took my yearbook photos. I wouldn’t say they were amazing, but I admit, I liked some of them. Some were perfect, but I wasn’t happy enough to make them my “senior pictures.” So today, the photos were done processing and they were printed out and what not, I went into the studio and chose my yearbook photo, and ignored the other ones. I just don’t feel like, that’s how I want to be remembered my Senior year. So I made an appointment with another studio, that my school has not assigned to me, and I’m getting pictures done with them, a more comfortable feeling company, and they offer cheaper deals. So I’m excited to get that done.

After picking my yearbook picture, my mom drove me to a little somewhat-unknown coffee house and left me there while she went to a Korean bath house. I think next time I’ll opt for the bath house instead of the coffee house. Not that I didn’t enjoy the serenity of a coffee house, but my skin is in bad condition due to excessive sun exposure. So I ordered milk tea with boba (tapioca balls), and a turkey & cheese Panini sort of thing, which came with a salad. I admit, my lunch was great! Especially since I went in thinking it was going to suck. So I stayed in the coffee house, instant messaging and “MySpacing” [why is that a verb now?] for a few hours until my mom finally came back. My point? I don’t have one. I just thought I’d let you know about my Senior pictures and amazing sandwich and boba. Taking Senior pictures, it’s the start of my finale of high school.

So I have a friend, yes it’s true! Recently I’ve been feeling as if this friend is very unappreciative of all the things I’ve been doing for him/her and how much I’ve been there for said person.

Why do people take friendships for granted?

I didn’t know how to start off my very first blog on my not-so-very-first website, so I titled it the same nam as the first song I was listening to. Then I started to get lost in my music for … well, quite a few hours actually, and now I am back. Typing these useless words I decided to use as an introduction.

They say first impressions never leave a person’s mind, but if so, I really hope that some of you will take my blog into consideration. I do have meaningful things to say, sometimes. I just have, well, creative block? I suppose that’s why it took quite a while to get this blog up, I had to make three different header images before I finally decided to go with a whole new layout all together. But I, being a blog-reader myself, know that you guys aren’t interested in this. You’re all probably just as nosy as I am, and want to know about my life.

I don’t know where I got the idea from, somebody’s site I suppose, but I thought I’d make a category called Music Monday, because I love music, and it’s always nice to share the kind of music I like. The reason why I chose Strawberry Fields Forever, by The Beatles, today, is because lately I’ve been feeling like I just want a get away. Not to sound angsty or anything, but it’d be nice to go somewhere, like a strawberry field, to just relax, where there’s “nothing to get hung about.” The Beatles always know what to say.

I think this is enough for my first post. Fairwell, mates. Until next time …