I’ve established that money means nothing.
As long as I’m happy and learning, I’ll live.
I have come to an ultimatum. My new hobby of choice is definitely going to be the banjo.
How cool is that? Banjos are cool.
Standard tuning is surprisingly just two octaves above the cello (C, G, D, A).
New York is only twenty hours away.
In approximately 19,200 breaths,
or 7 million lightning strikes,
or 24 million new posts on tumblr,
I will be in New York.
Sometimes I wish for traumatic experiences so I can write a better college essay.
The other day I was talking to my friend about how my mum is setting up some extra life insurance plan that will support my college tuition if she dies, and my immediate response was “Well, that’d make a good essay.” So yeah.
Within the first semester of junior year, I should be driving. I only have three more drive times and a test until I’m on my way. This means that I can drive to my cello teacher’s house for lessons. Cool. In addition to driving, my parents said I could pick up a new hobby or sport. Cool. My childhood was always deprived of “recreational activities” other than some music stuff here and there due to the lack of having rides.
My parents have owned numerous restaurants before and throughout my childhood. This meant working at least eighty hours a week. I was pretty much raised by various Korean housekeepers and Mexican maids—I swear I was getting legitimately fluent in Spanish haha.
When I was about seven or eight years old, my mom sold two of her restaurants to take a break from work and to spend more time with me and my sister. (Of course this only lasted for a week until she started planning for a new restaurant.) Cool. What I mean by “spending more time with me and my sister” is sending me to theology school every summer for four years. When I say theology school, I don’t mean “Vacation Bible School” or summer camp. I mean theology school. College level classes about church history, foundation, Greek, Hebrew, creationism and evolution, gospel, and just about anything you can find in the Bible. By the time I was twelve, I’d probably read the Bible more than a dozen times from cover to cover. I know my shit.
So yeah. I’ve done a hint of everything (football, martial arts, gymnastics <-(that’s embarrassing), but I haven’t gotten decent at anything other than theology and some cello…due to ride issues.
And now that I’ll be driving, I shouldn’t have any ride issues. So yeah. I can pick up a hobby or sport for a year and a half until I head off to college. Cool.
I should definitely consider underwater basket weaving.
I’m leaving for New York in about five days! I can’t wait to see the MoMA and well…the whole city really.
It’s too bad that the New York Philharmonic’s concert season ends the day I land in New York and starts again the day after I leave.
I’ll actually be staying five minutes away from the city in New Jersey. Hopefully all the stereotypes aren’t true.
Friend: I’m bored
Me: Hi, board. I’m chalk. We should be friends.
Friend: Nope. You’re done.
Me: What are you chalking about?
Friend: Just stop
Me: Am I going over, board?
I thought I was clever when I (thought I’d) made the word shitzophrenia…turns out it’s pretty unoriginal.
AP Test scores came in the mail, and I got a 4. Not bad.
