What an interesting weekend. The open house went well, if anything. At first I was reluctant to play the parent and interact with the teachers, but eventually I got the courage to speak with one and then it was one after another... I got used to it and then it became my second nature. My maternal instinct kicked in I suppose. I got my first taste of what it's like to be a parent and I have to say, when I was talking to the teachers I felt a sense of... pride I guess because my brother was doing pretty well and I was glad to be associated with him. It's pretty funny, some teachers told me "yeah I know" when I tell them I'm Victor's sister. Their response was "yup I can tell because you two look alike". Do we? I guess we do... oh gees what am I saying I know we do. He's lucky he looks like me.... hahahahahah! But really, all jokes aside I'm pretty proud of my little brother even though he did piss everyone off just not too long ago. He was happy to see me, in fact he's happier there overall, I can tell. I know how it's like to feel like a disaster, or to think that nothing will ever work out or be good enough. I know what it's like to hate the life that you lead and I can see that he no longer feels that way. I'm happy for him, and I'm glad things worked out in the end, for the better. And what amazes me is that I cannot believe how talented those kids are, I almost envy them because they are so lucky to have such opportunity to be studying at such place with great environment and great resources--- everyones so talented and happy. Everyone's pursuing a dream and everyone's doing it with their family's full support. Because I'm sure w/o the parents they wouldn't be there... just to think that every single one of those kids came from a great background is amazing enough in itself... cause in real life you don't always get to surrond yourself with equally talented people that share the same mentality and aspiration as you do, most of the time you meet people from all walks of life, some you cannot wait to get away from and some you wish you can get to know but would never be lucky enough to get a chance to. These kids I must say, are just fucking lucky... I wish I knew of that school, and I wish I went there even though I'm pretty much talent less, because their academic program just seems so amazing. All the teachers seemed real nice and happy, and patient, and mainly they all seem to be very interested in their students' well being not to mention, they really do seem to know what they are doing.

I think I felt uninspired most of the time and seriously, aside from ICS it seems like there wasn't any real challenge for me back in school. Same with work, felt anger more than anything... it wasn't until I started at UCLA did my brain start working... now I am inspired, motivated, and challenged by things on a daily basis. So I guess this is probably how my bro feels, and that's a great thing. Having room to grow and knowing that one can still learn and become better is the best feeling in the world.

Ah.. I'm so sleepy.... I guess after Open house, and after clubbing on only 4 hrs of sleep isn't exactly healthy... not to mention the work i did today.... I'm tired. And it's raining outside..... pretty hard, I knew it. My leg's always right.... hahaha

I'm so sleepy i'm starting to not make sense. I bet my whole blog doesn't make sense. Shit... my drawing doesnt make sense either. nothing's making sense except my leg... and by what means I have no clue. I guess that's like love, if it happens it just happens, cannot be explained. Too bad I'm talking about leg and rain and not love. What the hell is love, can it get more complicated than my rain predicting leg? hahahahaha

fuck. This is bad. Rain, post period period, being incredibly sleepy, and knowing that my mom technically did make the first move and pursued my dad and that she did a check up on my dad before dating him, makes me feel just that much more weirder... weirder, is that even a fucking word? But wow, I guess there's a lot about my mom that I don't know, but it's in me. I guess I'm the way I am, for some reason, even if those reasons haven't present themselves to me yet.

Oh yeah, watched A History of Violence today. I like the movie, I love the staircase scene, and I love the scene in the very end. Well and of course, all the ass kicking part are fucking awesome. Seriously, I think I could easily become a cold blooded killer if there's no such thing as consequences in the world. It's just too easy, violence is sometimes, the only way. Hahahaha, just kidding, I'm being retarded again, it's fucking too late I need to SLEEP!!!