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It’s been real.

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The time I hope to fall asleep by. I need to considering I barely got any last night. I thought about Nyquil, but I have to drive to school tomorrow. Whoops. I’m going to delete this blog the next time I’m at a computer. Fair warning. Interesting thought of the day: nobody ever holds grudges against the dead. Guess that’s all for me.

3/3 teachers agreed to write recommendations

lol im goin to collej yall

Debating on whether I should just not do homework for 2 weeks in order to work on my college stuff. What’s the point of doing well in school if you ain’t got no collej stuf dun?

Fact:

a person’s weirdness is directly proportional to how many Asian people they hang out with.

theothereindeer:

I don’t want to be anything when I grow up.

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@juliannemai fell asleep on me and we didn’t talk, so I can’t sleep — one of the few disadvantages of having a significant other. Plus, tomorrow’s going to be a pretty heavy day, to say the least.

Wake-up call

The first early morning call I ever received was from Vietnam when I was about 4 or 5. My aunt called to tell us that my dad’s mom had passed. I wasn’t very familiar with my grandma, so, needless to say, I think I took it the best out of everybody. The only thing I remember from that night is spending the rest of it on the hammock in our backyard, laying on top of my dad. I don’t think he said anything for the rest of the night — not a word. To this day, he’s still the strongest man I know.

The most memorable one after that was about one summer ago, when I woke up to call from Julianne. I couldn’t make out what she was saying before she hung up, and it was only later that I found out one of her uncles passed away. I attended the funeral service to pay my respect and to support Julianne and bawled my eyes out even though I barely knew him. It was the first time I’ve ever cried at a funeral.

This morning I received a call from a close friend who hasn’t called me in a while. In my post-sleep haze, I didn’t put two and two together and answered with an unsuspecting “Hello?” She proceeded to tell me how one of our mutual friends’ mom had been hospitalized since sometime in the middle of last week. Still struggling to wake up, I couldn’t connect the dots, and it wasn’t after she finished that I realized that I had received this call 2 times before — once when I was only 4 and then again in the summer of 2010. I was speechless. What is there to say in that situation? We hung up, and I laid in bed for a long time, thinking of what to do or say. I’ve had a whole day to think about it and I still don’t have the slightest clue. I think it’ll be something along these lines, though:

I’m so sorry. I know that a lot of people will be saying that to you for a long period of time, but I want you to know that I am genuinely sorry for your loss. I want you to know that I will do anything I can to help. If you ever need somebody to talk to or you want to get away from it all, just call me and I’ll drop whatever I’m doing to come pick you up and we csn go wherever you want. I know how much she meant to you — you talked about her every time we were together and you always had a smile on your face when you did. She sounded like a remarkable woman, and I really regret never meeting her. I know we shouldn’t bother you while you’re grieving, but if you could only see how many people are here who love you and who support you. We’re all here for you, man. Just let us know when you’re ready.

I have all these really beautifully poignant songs on my iPod, and I always feel bad when I listen to them when I’m pooping so I always skip them. But today, I listened to I Will Follow You into the Dark by Death Cab For Cutie all the way through without even realizing, and I just felt hella bad…

Northwestern and Loyola and OSU and UC and Oberlin and Indiana and Columbia and Brown and Yale and NYU and Virginia and Berkeley and Southern California.

Then I’ll take the ACT tomorrow and then it’ll just be Cincinnati State.