I’ve been trying to make videos on my phone for the past couple of years, but finally stopped because filming on a phone is super frustrating, even if it’s high quality. Then my parents gave me a Canon Powershot G7X as a graduation gift--a camera I’ve been eying, because it has A1 quality and one of those flippy screen thingies--and the video creation began again.

The first video I made was a tribute to all my Internet friends--all of you out there--who’ve encouraged me by reading my blog posts and commenting. I read everything, try to comment back, and am so blessed to have an online community that supports me, even if nobody knows me in real life. If I wasn’t able to feature your blog in this video, please don’t be upset; I tried to fit as many as I could in. Take it as a thank-you story that was meant for all of you. I mean that.

Monday, June 26, 2017


I’m sure it’s floated around the Internet in some shape or size before, but I made this up on the spot. Basically, I’m going to try to encompass the entirety of senior week (the week leading up to graduation) in EXACTLY one hundred words. Impossible? Maybe.

senior week

On Monday, smelling of sea breeze and bonfire, we smashed burned marshmallow and cold chocolate between crumbling graham crackers, eating to the low hum of R&B.

On Tuesday, we rode Guardians of the Galaxy twice and sing-screamed to “I Want You Back” by the Jackson 5 until our voices disappeared.

On Wednesday, I tried on my cap and gown.

On Thursday, I donned it for real and couldn’t stop smiling throughout the ceremony. Later, at two in the morning, I got a glitter tattoo of a whale and fell asleep in the grad night nap room an hour later.


Squeezing so much into a hundred words seems like an impossible task, but it makes the words you choose all the more valuable. It chops the excess and forces you to think about what you’re writing, instead of simply throwing words on a screen--which, I’ve come to realize, is what I do most of the time when I write. And it makes the reader think about the things you’ve chosen to share: what, exactly, is so poignant about the specific memories I chose to represent?

To You: Choose a big memory to write about, something that you don’t think can possibly be summed up in one hundred words, and write about it in one hundred words. No more, no less.

Saturday, June 24, 2017


My cap and gown are still sprawled on my bedroom floor. My grandma bought me flowers, but they’re wilting in a jar next to my bed, dry petals scattered. It’s one-twenty-two a.m. and I’m hungry, but guilt jostles the Panda Express, chocolate cake, and ribs that my stomach is currently digesting. I haven’t gone to the gym in two weeks.

Somehow I think I expected the fact that I’m a high school graduate to change who I am as a person, but--surprise--I’m still the same lazily motivated, messily organized girl that I am. A new week is beginning, and I have to piece together a new routine for myself. For the past four years, it’s been wake up before seven, throw on some clothes, go to school, do homework, go to bed. Now there isn’t the least resemblance to that routine, and I have to figure out a new one. Come September, when I move to San Diego and start college, I’ll have to figure one out again.

Tomorrow I’ll probably wake up around nine. The stifling summer heat has already begun, and since my windows are open, the warmth will have already pervaded my bedroom by the time I rouse myself. I didn’t shower last night because I was too busy reading a cheesy teen romance novel, but I might go on a morning walk to clear my head. When I get home, I’ll probably procrastinate a bit more and tidy up a bit, wait for the graduation glow to dissipate, until the unsettling reality of finale, fin, finite sets in.

In the past, I’ve done recap posts and summer bucket list plans, but I don’t have the energy to do those anymore. I never follow my to-do lists anyway, and besides, I’ve learned the art of keeping things to myself. I’ll report them as I go.

In a week and a half, I leave for a missions trip to the Czech Republic, the second time I’ve made the trip and the first time traveling overseas without my family. There, I’ll help teach an English camp and spend a day in Prague, which is probably the most beautiful city I’ve ever visited. A week or two after that trip finishes, I’ll be at Zion National Park, and a couple weeks after that, possibly Northern California. Between the gaps, I’ll be writing both my book and this blog, hanging out with my friends, and trying out the camera I received as a graduation present from my parents. I know this summer will be full of failed projects and rainbowy aspirations and plenty of random things, but I’m thankful for what I’ll get and I’m excited to see what’s going to happen.


Monday, June 19, 2017


We’ve been told that all good things must come to an end. Even things that feel permanent. Stuff that maybe we take for granted. Like this town. Or for me, my mom. So how tightly are we supposed to hold onto the stuff we love? Really tightly? Or not at all? Should we be sad when they go away? Should we fight? Or is letting stuff we love go inevitable, like the old adage says?

- The Last Boy and Girl in the World, Siobhan Vivian

I’ve been reading young adult fiction a lot more lately, but it’s the frank, endearing, non-simpering kind of young adult that I swallow in small bites and finish feeling satisfied. I think it’s because I finally relate to it, the catch and release, even though I still love middle grade fiction.

One such book is The Last Boy and Girl in the World, by Siobhan Vivian, and I couldn’t put it down. You can, of course, google the blurb and read what the publisher says it’s about, but for me, it was a story about a girl who was trying to do everything and anything to compensate for things she couldn’t control and feelings she didn’t know. There’s a boy in the book, but it’s more about the moment than the boy itself--the feeling that, in the face of The End of a town and a lifestyle and a stage in life, really the only thing you can do is ask “why not?” and leap forward.

My town isn’t being flooded by river water. I’m not having a breezy romance with someone I wouldn’t have a chance with in any other circumstance. But these past couple of weeks, I’ve been collecting moments, moments where I feel like Keeley, the last girl in the world, trying to do whatever whenever because I can.

I’m listing my collection of moments down here. They might seem small. I’m not one for doing actually crazy stuff or getting in trouble just for the heck of it, but I’m also not one to lose control, either, so for me, these were exhilarating and spontaneous and everything that I don’t do on a regular basis.


Breathing in dollar store fumes as my friends and I plaster someone’s car with Saran wrap, Silly String, and Post-its. When she comes out, we hide behind a car, then surprise her with an air horn that only has two horn noises in it. It’s an eight-dollar prank with a thousand-dollar value. We’re a little too loud, but I blame it on the fumes.

Quick, syncopated heart thumps, because the garage door opens and our friends jump out, squirting water guns at us. Two minutes later, more people pop out from the backyard and dump buckets filled with water on our backs. I’m wearing jeans, but it’s hot out, and I’m laughing.

After they ambush us, we hop in our cars and go to Yogurtland. On our way back, we race, wind whipping through the open windows. They’re blasting some kind of trap music, but we’ve got Jesus music from Air1 going on, because my bluetooth isn’t working that day.

Accidentally lighting my marshmallow on fire, then squishing it between two halves of graham cracker and Hershey’s chocolate as my family roasts marshmallows literally and each other figuratively.

Sitting in the car after a good gym workout, muscles aching pleasantly. I only exercise for the endorphins.

It’s too hot to do anything else, so during our youth group picnic, I dig out the water balloons and start a fight. Everyone targets me. I feel attacked, but in a positive and uplifting way.

I finally convince all my Asian friends to dress up as bananas for our last high school dance ever. I’m pretty sure only we get the joke.

Chocolate-chip banana bread, waffle fries, fried chicken, s’mores, cookies, ice cream, three days full of junk.

My mother wakes me up at six-thirty to go to Newport Beach. I go from sleeping in my bed to sleeping on the sand, listening to the waves crash.

So far, this is my collection. There are plenty more that I haven’t thought of and many I don’t remember, but it’s the ones that you do remember that count.

What’s most important, however, is the fact that moment collection spans across one’s entire lifetime. Because even though this is a small list, more will be added later, throughout different sections of my life. Once I move past the Last Girl in the World stage, I’ll add moments from the Reality Bites stage, moments from the Always & Forever stage, and so on.

It keeps going, and the fact that it keeps going keeps me going, too.

Monday, May 29, 2017


I’ve spent the past few weeks of my life tossing crumpled dollar bills into car cupholders, laughing so wide my cheeks force my eyes to close, drinking caramel frappes at midnight, scribbling on car windows with markers bought at the ninety-nine cent store, talking to people I’ve never talked to before in my life. Some say it’s living; some say it’s life; some say it’s the last few weeks of high school.

The wifi at my school cut out, because all the juniors are doing state testing, so I haven’t been able to work on the writing course I signed up for. And when the wifi is on, I don’t know what to write, because you can’t write about what you’re doing when you’re in the moment. You just have to live it. Sometimes you have to sit there, in a silent classroom, and stare off into space and think about what you’ve been doing and what why you’re doing it and what more you want to do. Thinking is scribbling things on the chalkboard in your head—at least, that’s how I justify doing nothing.

The last day of school, for me, is June ninth. After that is a week of senior activities, June fifteenth is graduation, and after that, we’re done.

I’m done.

I’m relieved and I’m screaming and I’m exhausted and I’m exhilarated and I’m everything I have been in the past four years and more, because I’ll be done and we’ll be done and and I’m sad, but also, I’m not.

I’m not.

Saturday, May 27, 2017


I’ve long hated how I look. Asians, as a whole, have features that don’t adhere to modern beauty standards, and my features, at times, feel more markedly different than normal. I have a list of complaints that I’ve long typed out but never had the energy or guts to genuinely write about: my eyelids aren’t creased, which makes makeup a chore. My eyelashes are practically invisible. My body structure is short and stocky. If you look at me from the side, you can see how flat my face is. My cheekbones are hidden under a layer of face fat that I cannot get rid of, and when I smile, they shift and make my eyes disappear. When I stand with my feet together, my thighs fight for room. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I think to myself, I’m freaking ugly. Most times, it feels like the truth.

The disparity between me and the conventional standard of “beauty” has bothered me for a long time, especially with the onset of Instagram culture. Every day, I scroll past pictures of people with long, straight hair and big eyes and slender bodies, and for the short moment that I absorb the picture, I am them, in their Vsco-edited worlds and trendy clothes and thrilling, exciting lives. It’s not even so much about the people themselves as it is what they exude: confidence, regality, well-being, wanderlust, independence, youth. It’s everything that everyone wishes he or she could have, and nobody has all of it, even if it seems like he/she does.

And I think that’s the key. We like the way attractive people look because, well, A) they look good, and B) we like the things they represent. If I only look like that, I’ll be more confident, we think, or, If I look like that, I could do anything. We have an “outside-in” mentality, one that states that our outward appearances dictate how we look.

But in truth, we should have an “inside-out” mentality. What’s inside of us should affect how we act and how we present ourselves. Confidence founded on one’s appearance is shallow and unfruitful; confidence founded on faith, on assurance of one’s standing with God and in the world, is fathoms deeper. Beauty fades, but character stays.

It’s only been more recently that I’ve begun to find contentment with how I look. I’m seventeen; I’m not going to look any better than this. My metabolism will only be this fast once in my life, and I can still eat pretty much anything and not suffer too significantly from it. I’m learning to treasure what I have and not focus on my own exterior too much, because I’d like to people to see me for who I am, not for what I look like.

But here’s what I do like about myself, physically: My bones don’t ache when I walk and run. I’ve never suffered severe injury. My taste buds love fruits and vegetables. I love to exercise. I like the fact that my voice isn’t too high. And I do like my smile, and my laugh.

But more than that, I’m thankful for all the people I know, all of whom are some kind of beautiful, and for the gifts they’ve given me: of friendship and grace, forgiveness and understanding. That is beautiful, the kind of beauty that will only deepen as it ages.

Sunday, May 7, 2017


We had prom on a Saturday in late April, during a temperature spike that seemed specifically designed to make us all uncomfortable. Despite the heat, it was the kind of day that, to me, seemed glossy and golden and almost surreal. It was PROM. I had a dress and nice heels and I was going to get my makeup done and even though AP tests loomed in the distance, I was determined to have a nice day.

I woke up at eight. Ate a little. Read a little. Then zoomed off to a makeup appointment at a nearby hair and makeup place, where the lady applied more makeup than I’d ever worn in my entire life. But it looked natural and I felt pretty, probably prettier than I’d ever felt before. Back at home, my mom did my hair and we put flowers in it and I packed an extra change of clothes and even though my friends weren’t coming for an hour, I wanted to put on my dress. So I did.

It was ninety degrees and sweltering hot in the late afternoon; we trooped to a bridge at a nearby park and took pictures, trying to get the best possible angles because the trees made it difficult to get appropriate light. Then we went to someone’s house, where we ate Chipotle and danced to the High School Musical 3 soundtrack and then, finally, when it was time, drove to prom.

It was good.

Okay, the DJ sucked. He played these annoying airhorns during transitions in the songs, and he kind of ruined the songs he was playing, and sometimes it was just pretty bad, but there’s a point where you can decide to let a bad DJ ruin your senior prom, or you can just bust a move to trashy techno music and have fun. So I busted a move to the trashy techno music, and guess what? I had fun. Even though my makeup was coming off and my hair was falling down, I honestly didn’t care.

Afterward, we went to someone’s house, and then I drove to my other friend’s house to talk to her about it, and ended up at home at one-fifteen, which isn’t super late, but I had church the next day. I was exhausted for the two days after that, and not just physically.

I think that senior prom marks the beginning of the denouement not only of the school year, but of high school itself. Exposition was freshman year, when we became acquainted with high school life and responsibility. Climax was junior year, when everyone threw obstacles at us and we had to catch, dodge, or evade them, depending on what kind of obstacles they were. High school’s end is obviously graduation, but prom starts the whole chain of events that leads to that point. It’s such an iconic dance in American culture that it can’t be anything but significant for everyone in some form, whether we know it or not.

I think for me, prom was a time where I fully got what I wanted out of something. And for some
it was exactly what I wanted--and needed--it to be.

For once, the stars in my eyes actually reflected what I saw.

Thursday, April 27, 2017


I...feel like I don’t talk about writing as much as I could. It’s a major part of my life, and I think part of the reason why I’m hesitant to talk about my projects is because I’m a pretty fickle person and my projects tend to fizzle out quickly. I always vaguely mention my books and things but never in specific detail plot- and character-wise, and that’s not going to change.

At the same time, however, I want to share what I’ve been working on, particularly because I feel like I just need to track my progress. And I’m excited, because I feel like I’m at the point where I can finally figure out if something’s a good idea and whether or not to stick to it. I’ve stuck to these things for a few months now, so I think I’m in the safe zone???/ Ish???//

The thing is, I think I’ve pinpointed what my writing style is, at least a little bit. I used to try to have funny narrators in my books, but I’m not really a naturally funny person, so while I would start out writing in some quirky humor, I couldn’t keep it up. So I’ve figured out that I want to write semi-serious books with some kind of emotional depth. And I’ve also figured out that while I’m good at coming up with ideas and concepts (I actually really enjoy writing loglines and blurbs, funnily enough), I’m not so great at coming up with characters. This is probably because I’m not great with people.

Anyway, my latest middle grade work-in-progress is about a girl who likes fishing. Its genre is magical realism. Things happen. She learns things. The people around her learn things.

I wrote about fourteen thousand words of a first draft until I figured out that I didn’t want to write in third person past tense. I think it’s my natural tendency to do so, but I was starting to disconnect with my protagonist. So now I’m at eight thousand with in first person present, and I really, really enjoy it--I’m getting more into her headspace now, which is fantastic. Honestly, I almost feel like she’s a real person.

Another thing I also figured out about my writing style: I like writing somewhat polished first drafts. Even though I’ve tried to write sloppy and messy first drafts, like everyone always advises me to, it just doesn’t work for me--I end up getting discouraged by how awful the first draft is and just ditch it. I like going over the words over and over again, even if I know I might have to change everything later. (I read an interview with the author Laini Taylor, and she said she’s that way too, which made me feel better about myself and not so much a crazy weird beginner person.) Checking things for continuity and stuff is also going to be helpful in the long run. If there’s something I want to fix, I’m going to fix it now.

Anyway, that’s one project.

At this point in time, what with school and all that, I can only really focus on one thing, but I’ve got another idea on the backburner. This one I’ve had roll around in my head for a couple years now, so I know it’s, at the very least, a halfway decent idea. Currently, I’m toying with the concept of two different perspectives, and I have a killer first line (at least, I hope it’s killer). Once I’m completely and utterly finished with the first book, I’ll probably try to start on this one.

It’s only been pretty recently that I’ve been writing songs, but I really, really love it. I’ve written two complete songs (one of them, “Little Pink Dress,” is up on my YouTube channel; I wrote it for my little sister’s birthday) that I actually like and have a couple of partial ones that I’m slowly working on. Inspiration and time both come and go, and at this point, it’s more of a creative release than anything. I honestly just like jamming on my keyboard and getting all my teenage angst out, even if I’m the only one listening to myself sing. (Actually, the best thing ever is when you’ve got the entire house to yourself, so you play on the piano LOUD and sing LOUD and everything’s just LOUD and it’s fantaStic.)

I’m planning on filming a music video to the second song I officially wrote (co-wrote, actually, with Ella), so when that happens, I’ll definitely post it. Super stoked for after AP tests, because that means FREEDOM! and SUMMER BEFORE COLLEGE! and WOOOOO!

But first I have to get through APs.

I read a lot, just so you know. The library is my favorite place to drive, and lately, I’ve been reading a lot more. Here’s some of the stuff I’ve gone through recently!

First & Then, by Emma Mills (YA)
oK oK I really, really, really liked this book. Like, really liked it. I don’t remember liking a young adult book this much, but I’m pretty sure I reread it like 3-4 times. The characters are incredibly well-developed, and Devon’s voice is so keen and funny and the dialogue is a lot smarter than regular dialogue is but the kind that everyone likes to imagine he/she can participate in and it’s witty and honestly not that cliche and I liked it. There’s some language, but it’s pretty clean and honestly, Devon’s voice ties the whole thing together. So funny. (Also, the romance is cute.)

And honestly, reading the Goodreads reviews made me sad. It taught me to never read Goodreads reviews. They’re pretty negative.

The Last Boy and Girl in the World, by Siobhan Vivian (YA)
I read this when I should have been studying, but I don’t really regret it. The concept is unique (a sinking town?) and the characters seemed like real people. There’s, on the whole, just a ton of character development and growth, and I did like the protagonist, Keeley, even though she’s literally the polar opposite of who I am and, if I’m honest, made some pretty bad decisions. Some language, but like First & Then, it’s pretty clean and interesting and complex. It’s thick, but I got through it in two hours. I’m probably going to reread parts of it.

Hundred Percent, by Karen Romano Young (MG)
The VOICE! (I die over great characters because I’m pretty awful at creating ones in my own stories.) The author has a really different, kind of nuanced writing style, and while my brain sometimes hurt from trying to understand all the inferences and implications of everything, I liked it. A lot. When someone writes something that’s different from what I’ve read before, I usually read the entire thing. This was the case. And honestly, I could relate to Tink a TON.

Evil Genius, by Catherine Jinks (MG)
This is a slowly building book that draws you in. If I’m honest, Act One and first half of Act Two are kind of slow, and I wasn’t hooked on it, but I liked it enough to finish it (which is something, because if my attention isn’t completely captured, I DNF. Life is too short to waste time on bad books). I don’t think I’m going to finish out the series--parts of the storyworld didn’t seem fleshed out to me, and I was neutral on a lot of the characters--but I liked Cadel and admired his guts. He’s a smart kid. I wish I was that smart.

Prince Caspian, by C.S. Lewis (LITERALLY FOR EVERYONE)
I haven’t read C.S. Lewis in years, so Prince Caspian was a lovely homecoming for me. I’m pretty sure the last time I read the books was in seventh or eighth grade, so it’s been a while. And I’m definitely going to be rereading all of them. C.S. Lewis is pure GOLD.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this post!

Do you have any book recommendations? Post requests? Writing tips?

Thursday, April 20, 2017


I think I've tweeted about this before, but I honestly love vegetables. I've compiled a list of my top faves.

1) ONIONS. These are deLICIOUS. Most recently, I have been loving them grilled on my In-n-out burgers, but for many, MANY years, I always got them raw (I stopped doing that because I could taste In-n-out on my breath for the rest of the day). They're just freaking delicious--all spicy and hot in a way that clears your sinuses and generally just tasty in an all-American kind of way. You know that part in the book Holes where Stanley Yelnats and Zero eat raw onions? I think that was my favorite part in the entire book. (It's one of the only parts I actually remember.)

2) CARROTS. Carrots are really good. I've been eating them since I hated vegetables, so they've stuck with me for a while. They never disappoint--they're great when they're dipped raw in Ranch dressing, or if you need to chop them up for a nice salad or stir-fry, or if you want a mushier version and cook them in butter and maple syrup. They're chock-full of Vitamin A, too, which apparently improves your eyesight, but I think that's a myth, because I've eaten approximately a thousand pounds of them in my lifetime and my vision is still like -10. Oh well.

3) TOMATOES. Once upon a time, I LOATHED tomatoes with all my heart. My mom used to force me to eat them--I think my most traumatic food memory came from when she forced me to eat a cherry tomato at a friend's house and I gagged and spit it up in a napkin. (I still don't eat cherry tomatoes, lol.) But a few years ago I started realizing that tomatoes are actually really good. And now I adore them, especially when they're in bruschetta or a mozarella-basil-tomato salad, or if they're sliced and fried with garlic and onion powder. I think literature largely influenced my decision to begin eating them--in the very beginning of Little Town on the Prairie, Pa eats them with cream in a little saucer (which sounds REALLY GOOD), and in Matilda, Mr. Wormwood eats fried green tomatoes. I've always wanted to try fried green tomatoes. I make do with pan-fried sliced red tomatoes.

4) LETTUCE. Lettuce is so slept on. It is literally THE STUFF that salads are made of. At the moment, my favorite kind of lettuce is butter lettuce, but I love spinach and romaine. Honestly, any salad is good. My love for it has gotten to the point where I use barely any salad dressing when I eat it--it just makes the lettuce soggy and gross and not like lettuce at all. You have to have that fresh, fluffy lettuce in your salad. If you've got too much dressing, your salad is really Ranch soup with some green things in it. DON'T SETTLE FOR RANCH SOUP!

5) CUCUMBERS. I have a confession. I can't eat cucumbers by themselves, but when they're in a salad, or in water? YUM. They're super crisp and refreshing and transport you to this kind of Zen-like state whenever you eat them. Also, when they're soaked in that Greek yogurt sauce thing? The BOMB.

6) CABBAGE. I used to hate cabbage because Asians cook it (partly why I despise Yoshinoya) and cooked cabbage is gross and slimy, but cabbage salad is so good. I recently had it with chipotle sauce over a fish taco, and DANG. It was ZESTY.

These are my top six favorite vegetables. I relish these ones. There are others that I can eat but don't really enjoy (kale, bell peppers, peas, Brussels sprouts) and a few that I am close to despising (broccoli, mushrooms, cauliflower), but for the most part, I really just love vegetables.

However, if you have been rolling your eyes at this post because, unlike me, you despise vegetables, never fear!! I have some tips for you!

-When you cook vegetables, use spices and sauces that you actually like. For the longest time, I hated vegetable stir-fry because it was mostly shiitaki mushrooms soaked in soy sauce. I despise shiitaki mushrooms, and I don't like soy sauce. However, when I started realizing that I could experiment in the kitchen, I started making stuff that I knew I'd actually like. Instead of soy sauce, I usually pan-fry sliced tomatoes, carrots, onions, corn, and spinach/lettuce in a little vegetable oil and liberally shake pepper, onion powder, and garlic powder over all of it. Sometimes, if I need something more like an entree than a snack, I add egg or a little meat. Then I heap it all steaming onto a plate and squirt some Sriracha next to it, or I dip it in leftover Chick-fil-a sauce. Be creative. Experiment.

-Salads are super easy to make, and very easy to improvise. If you don't have "legit" salad dressing, use vinegar (red/white wine, balsamic) and oil as a makeshift dressing. I actually prefer it over Ranch, Caesar, and Italian now. If you don't like croutons, Trader Joe's has this great fried onion bits thing that you can put over your salad. It's not super healthy, but it tastes good and you don't need a lot because it's super flavorful. Also, tomatoes, cucumbers, basil, and slices of mozzarella doused in balsamic vinegar and oil are awesome. 

Comment if you want me to do a post about fruit because if there is something I love more than vegetables, it's fruit.

Saturday, April 15, 2017


I feel like March has lasted like a million years but also one second.

→ DID ←

WORKED ON MY NOVEL. A week or two ago, I decided to change the narration/tense from third-person past to first-person present, and I’m really enjoying the rewriting process. I wrote almost every single day last week, and even though I’m busier this week, I’m still hoping to make time for it and work at it some more.

EDITED (ANOTHER) MUSIC VIDEO. This one is the official version! Check it out in this blog post :)

WROTE MORE SONGS. They’re all pretty bad, though, but it’s a learning curve.

COLLEGE. This has been a BIG one. The decisions have been rolling out in waves, and all of us seniors are just kind of standing there and being hit by them because we can’t do anything else. I got into UC San Diego, UC Davis, UC Irvine (which I mentioned in my last post), and UC Santa Barbara. I was waitlisted at UCLA. UC Berkeley, Stanford, and Harvard should all be coming out this week, though, so I don’t know. Judging from right now, though, I’m probably going to end up at UCSD.

PLANNED/ORGANIZED/RAN NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY INDUCTION. One of the biggest projects that the National Honor Society board undertakes is inducting the new members into NHS. It was honestly kind of fun for me--I love doing administrative work, and so organizing it and making sure it all ran smoothly was fun (but stressful) for me. It was kind of cool to see it all come full-circle; just two years ago, I was in their shoes, walking down the aisle with candles. This year, I inducted my brother and all the other sophomores/juniors who got in. It’s actually kind of insane.

WENT TO A WOMEN’S CONFERENCE! Some of the women from my church (including my mom and I) signed up for a women’s conference at a church nearby! We listened to Elyse Fitzpatrick and Jessica Thompson talk about relationships with our church family, our actual family, and our friends. It was my first women’s conference, and I enjoyed it.

PRETENDED TO BE MY MOM FOR A DAY. My mom went away this past weekend, and my dad had to work, so I was the Substitute Mom for the day. I drove my little sister to her soccer game, then all my siblings to lunch, then both of my brothers to their activities as well. I was so exhausted that when I got home, I immediately took a two-hour nap. I honestly didn’t know driving was that tiring, but now I’m much more appreciative of my mom, haha.

READ A LOT. I went on a reading streak last week because I didn’t really have anything else to do. Honestly, I don’t really remember what I read, but I remember that I read some really good books. I’ve found that reading is kind of my “fuel” for writing--if I don’t read, I don’t remember to write, but if I do read, I get inspired to work some more on my book.

HAD MY SECOND JOB INTERVIEW. LOLZ. I had a job interview at an ice cream place that occurred at 10:15pm at night, which would’ve been kind of shady had three other people not been waiting after me. It went pretty well, but I think my erratic summer schedule is a deterrent for a lot of employers. I’m actually debating just not getting one.

CONTINUED TUTORING. I’ve got a fairly steady $30-a-week job tutoring someone, which I think is going fairly well. I actually enjoy tutoring, so I’m glad that I have at least a little bit of money to spend.

QUIT THE DRUMS. I’ve been trying to keep it up for a few months, but ultimately I decided it wasn’t worth the financial investment. It’s hard to practice, man. (But my brother is going to stick with it, and he’s probably going to try out for the high school drumline next year, so I’m excited for him!)


EXERCISING. Kind of? On average, I’ve been going to the gym about twice a week. Which really isn’t that good. I’m trying to up that to three times a week, with running three miles a day in between, so we’ll see how that goes.

EATING. I’m really, really working to control my eating. Honestly, I just like sugar too much, and since my family likes both healthy and unhealthy foods, it’s been kind of an up-down curve with it. Prayers that I’ll be more self-controlled.

TRYING TO STUDY?? AP tests are coming up and I have no motivation.

WRITING. I’m writing more than ever, mostly because I have a lot of time, which I hope will be fruitful in the long run.


FIGURE OUT WHICH COLLEGE I’M GOING TO ATTEND. UCLA waitlist decisions don’t come out until after May first, so until then, I’ll probably just be waiting. For now, though, I’ll most likely be attending UCSD. Everything is still up in the air, though.

literally just everything.

How are you doing? What have you been up to?

Wednesday, March 29, 2017


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