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Microbiology is the sole class I am taking this Summer (who has the nerve to take more?) and so far, I am enjoying myself (especially Recombinant genes and pretty much anything that has to do with Genetics). So what’s the problem? It’s my classmates you see! By far my worst luck ever, I end up in the worst table in my Micro class… I am in the group with an old Jewish woman who just plain uses her age to get what she wants… and she just fucking sucks. I hate that woman. Boy, if looks could kill… Then there is this another girl, a year younger than I am that is just plain, well, stupid. It’s not because she has a slow brain, but because she is lazy, she doesn’t listen to the professor, and she is a downright co-dependent bitch. That girl doesn’t move until I do. She waits until I flame MY loop before she does hers. She bugs me all the time, she doesn’t know how to use a microscope and she crowds me and my good, smart friend Riza when we’re doing our experiment! How on earth can I concentrate when there’s a leech sucking half my body and can’t seem to live without my attention? I am praying that she moves to her Korean friend’s table and find someone else to bug. I am a Pre-Med student, I cannot afford to get a stupid C on a science class, not even a B!!! If I get a B on this class, I will hunt her and her family down. She teases me because I am fat, she answers to questions I did not ask her and I just don’t like her. I mean, just because I talked to her once doesn’t mean I want to be friends forever! Maybe I should slap her for nothing and then she would get mad at me and THEN she would go away… Stupid plan…

I haven’t started my admissions essay and it’s due tomorrow… Sucks… I am planning to minor in Art, which is pretty cool… Oh, did I mention that I am going to study the harmonica? Yup, you heard it right, a Harmonica. Got the idea from Daria and besides, Harps are not common (at least to college students) and could very well help me build uncommon character (and charm!). I like Italics.

I’m gonna do my laundry tomorrow… [random shit]

Ciao.

Choices are one of the few things that will remain unchanged in this life. I mean, at this point in my life it would actually be better if I was born with a pre-planned schedule of my lifetime (New boyfriend at 21, Med school by 23, etc…). But then again, my life IS planned, at least in God’s eyes… Sometimes, I just get ticked by the fact that I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me, to the ones I love. Argh!

I thought it was raining last night and to my surprise, nobody else knew about it but me and I was excited to tell the news… turns out it was my grandfather watering the plants in the middle of the night… Stupidity runs in the blood.

My life plan:

20: Get into a decent college and start my Pre-Med program as a transfer

23: Gradute. Get my Bachelor’s and get into a Med School.

27: Graduate as an MD and get rich

30: Buy my parents a house by the beach in California

33: Join the Peace Corps

36: Join the Carthusians or the Trappists

Then Die.

–>God forbid that I die without His sacraments. I can die tomoroow but please compel me to go to confession<–

***We had an exam this morning in my Micro class, I made a sign of the cross and this girl who saw me said, "Are you Catholic?" and I said yes, of course. You know what she said? "Be a Christian!" and I just had to correct her that I AM CHRISTIAN. All Catholics are Christians but not all Christians are Catholic. And I said that "I AM PROUD TO BE A CATHOLIC." I wanted her to stop, because she had a look of indifference in her face when she found out I was Catholic, it even could have passed for disgust… and I guess it actually went bothways when she said, "be a christian" (obviously insinuating born agains or jehivah’s witnesses, etc.) as the Catholic church consider any other branch of Christianity as a cult or some form of protestanism. I don’t know much about apologetics but I know that the Catholics are the Original Christians, the only REAL christians, any other would make you wonder where they actually came from. They couldn’t say that they can trace their religion back to Jesus, because that would actually mean they are Catholic and would oppose their belief and man-made dogma. I would not apologize to those who are to be offended by these comments because these are my personal opinions and the dogma of my faith. Do not say that I am insulting your religion, because quite frankly, being anything but a Catholic is an insult back to me too, if not, to the Catholic Church. Sad, sad times.***

^Now why on Earth did I even get started on this anyway?

Okay, okay, so I swore that I would never have anything to do with Harry Potter… so… I just couldn’t help it! My folks got me HP 6 and… and… Dumbledore is dead! Besides the fact that my Dumby is dead, the story was satisfying…  maybe because of the gazillion doses of love stories in the book. Okay, so there. Now that I am done with Harry, I have more time to study Microbiology and get more sleep.

On to more important things… say, should I be a doctor? No really, I mean, I have never really considered medicine–ever–in my life but suddenly, I am flooded by the idea that maybe I should be a doctor. I’ve always thought that I can do more, ya know? It is a fact that there are very few things that I did well, that I actually worked hard on–and those things I pride in, not only because I worked hard for it, but also because they turned out great. I thrive well in pressure and momentary bursts of serenity. So there. Plus, that lab coat got me inspired big time. I look good on those. Hehe.

Just thoughts…

I am trying to learn French. I am using the Rosetta Stone [online version of course]. I’ve only done the 1st lesson in the 1st chapter and I am doing good so far.

I’ve been filling my sketchbook with mediocre but sincere works. I found some charcoal pencils in the house (I wonder WHERE it came from. WHO was using it?) and I just started drawing away. I like charcoal. Mmm. Charcoal. LOL. I did some practice drawings and ultimately tried to make a rough sketch of a Henri Cartier Bresson picture. Ambitious huh?

I love Henri Cartier Bresson’s pictures. Not only because they’re black and white but because they scream "real life" in your face. Pictures that will make you wonder: "Where are they now?" or "How were they feeling?" or "I think that kid is all grown up by now with his own family" etc. etc. etc.

I ate some pretty heavy foods last night (Hamburger helper, anyone?) and I went to bed all bloated. You know that song by Ricky Martin and Meja? Private Emotions… lalala? I knew that song from way back and eventually forgot about it but when it was played on Daria the other night (Ep. Dye! Dye! My Darling. –Personal Fave –including Ep. Daria!), I was scrambling to get it from LW. I don’t like the whole song. I actually dislike the song except fot it’s oh-so-romantic intro and the sexy "Come to me" by Meja. Heh.

Cleaned my room last night (Yeah, I prefer to work at bedtime.). I did an okay job cleaning it but what does it matter? I’ve been spending so much time in my room that I now officially call my room "The KAT Cave" Creative, huh? Ack!

I used to hate listening through headphones but ever since I doscovered The Shins, I couldn’t get enough–full blast baby. School is closing in, to make it worse, I have to do my laundry tomorrow. Can it get any worse than this? Yeah, by realizing that I won’t be spending mornings with my sister anymore and I’ll be in school instead–until December. Sucks. Sucks. Sucks.

Enough said.

Went driving tonight with my dad. We ended up in Chinatown. Circled a block so many times I think I’ve made enough right turns to last a lifetime.

Itching to receive the painting books, though I don’t have any money to actually buy the supplies. I guess I’ll have to wait until I get a job.

I am dreading Monday. Summer session 2 is starting. Plus, I could not enroll in my LS 36ABC for Fall. I never finished it the last 2 times I took it. It’s really stupid. I messed up again. Have to talk to Counselor.

I need Clockwork Orange.

Already 2:20 a.m. I am sleepy. I cannot think straight. I am not holding myself responsible for anything that I wrote here while in my current state.

Fact: Did you know that if you leave soymilk (with dregs of crushed mini wheats) out for at least 3 consecutive days, it will evaporate and turn into tofu (at least it looks like it)? Trust me on this finding–I haven’t washed that bowl where I ate mini wheats with soymilk 3 days ago–it’s still there in my room. I’m gross, but I am willing to pay this prive for the sake of scientific advancement. I see a Nobel prize in my future.

I plan to buy the two Daria DVDs. Man, if only I had money. Oh, the Pope rejects Harry Potter so I will be selling mine and I will never read or watch any Harry Potter in my life–ever.

*burp*noodle*burp*

New things to do. I am struggling to cram a month’s worth of vacation in 3 days. Out of desperation, I have achieved another feat–downloaded about 50 songs within an hour in LW and am anxiously awaiting that subpoena from RICA or something. I will also be heading out for the Washington Irving Library tomorrow–because the stupid Pico-Koreatown doesn’t have what I want–Clockwork Orange.

Saw Constantine on DVD this morning with my dad. I must say it not-so-subtly reminded me how my quest for beauty will only earn me eternal damnation in the end. I am serious. That scene when the devil was adoring himself in the mirror, heck, I saw myself. Scary but real. I NEED to go to confession tomorrow. Pray that I survive this day.

I tried to download the Daria movie through LW too but I realized I was going overboard (and bored: 5:23:15 to go. Heck no!) and just killed the download.

More realizations:

As far as I can remember, I have always been the kid who wanted to be popular. Popular for being ANYTHING, ya know? being pretty, or rich, or smart, or talented, or maybe all of them. It’s sad because I know I still want to be such. The only difference is, right now, I am sensible enough to cut the crap seek obscurity ASAP. Me lucky in fashion.

Future plans:

1. Continue school and stop dropping classes.

2. Learn the guitar. Again.

3. Learn how to paint. I’ve always wanted too. Before, I somewhat felt that art is for talented people. What’s the worst that could happen? Stain my carpet with red paint? heck, I’ve burned down my carpet a month ago when I stupidly placed the iron in that fateful spot.

4. Get an A in all my classes. I know I can do it because I’ve done it before.

5. Take Nutrition AGAIN. No, I did not fail. I actually got a fucking A without doing anything. That teacher is messed up. To think she has a PhD and a slob like me slipped through her fingers like water. Effortless.

6. Listen to The Postal Service and Deathcab more…

7. Receive my First Communion and Confirmation. I’m already 20. Man, oh, man!

8. Get a job. To pay for my credit card bills. Things are getting out of hand again.

That should be enough. These are overwhemling for underachievers like me. Oh by the way, I am starting to like this Friendster blog. Just a thought. Okay, I’m off. Bye.

Finally caught up with my Daria after 3 long years. Thanks to Winamp to and DSL. Watching Daria made me want to re-read my Shakespeare and Jane [Lane] is shamelessly urging me to explore art. Whoa. I was never an artistic person. Other people seem to always have good looking artwork. I was never the creative type. Gosh, even Trent has a notebook full of his well, I dunno, thoughts maybe. I will be spending my non-existent money to buy some art books because the stupid Koreatown Library doesn’t have it. I will be sending a letter to the Governor, proposing that the reads in the Central Library be transferred to Pico-Koreatown, whaddya think?

Plus, I have come to discover the real bearers of Katherine’s musical taste–The Shins and Belle & Sebastian. I have downloaded so much songs from LW I am awaiting my subpoena. The song "Know Your Onion" just got me. Hmm, been a long time since I got "caught" and that was a regrettable experience–at least now I am pretty sure a song won’t make me cry. Unless the record company lawsuit does become a reality.

What else? Oh yeah, I am ready to DRIVE again. Motivation courtesy of Dianne. She turned me to a jealous bitch yesterday when she told me she got her license. Heck, at least  I have the guts to admit I was jealous. Heh.  Did I mention that dyed I my hair black? Yes, my natural hair color is back after my hair started from Red Orange to stupid brown [roots showing of course]. Not to mention the back of my neck, my ears, my freakin dandruff and my bathroom tiles are all black too. That should do it for now.

Arrr!!! A new blog! I wonder how long I will last this time. I believe introductions are in order. Me name is Katherine. I like books, karaoke, pictures (esp. black & white), and cats.

I want to do alot of things but I’m a little tied down. BUT I am happy and content most of the time. So far, I understand that you couldn’t follow what I am saying, but does it matter?

Okay, that should be enough. Now, I still have a couple of chores to do so Tah-tah for now and till the next lame post!