Below are the 12 most recent journal entries recorded in R!ck's LiveJournal:

Monday, April 3rd, 2006
2:31 am	IF I HAD ONE WISH I wish friends didn't have to sleep. These moods always seem to come in the middle of the night, when nobody is around. I guess they're pretty smart, sleeping so damn early. Perhaps I should follow suit.
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Sunday, March 26th, 2006
10:40 pm	THIS WORLD'S AN UGLY PLACE, BUT YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME I had the "college talk" with Bryan tonight.  It went surprisingly well. It won't be easy, but at least we know what's coming up.  [raises glass] Here's to "turning into frogs"!
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Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
10:56 pm	JUST GOTTA GET RIGHT OUT OF HERE I know I said before that I can't wait to leave high school.  That was mostly in reference to Muffy and the tardy policy and other school-related things.  But now ... I'm ready to leave home, period. Things have just been sucking for me lately, and knowing I'll be able to leave it all soon makes me even more anxious to hop on that plane.  I'm not saying that nothing good has been happening; there have been moments where things have been going great, but more often than not life's just been screwing me over.  My life as a graph would involve little fluctuations up and down in the short-run, but long-run behavior would exhibit a negative slope.  Nerdy, but true, especially during the last couple of days.  Things just haven't been going my way.  I think I've cried more this past week than I have since I came out to my parents junior year.  It doesn't even help at all -- I don't know why I still do it. I don't need sympathy.  I don't need uplifting comments or flowers or candy or people asking if I'm alright.  What I need is to leave it all behind and start all over again, three thousand miles away from here.
Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
10:47 pm	FOR ALL THIS, THERE'S ONLY ONE THING YOU SHOULD KNOW Ten Top Trivia Tips about Bryan and R!ck! Duelling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are Bryan and R!ck. Bryan and R!ck once came third in a Charlie Chaplin lookalike contest. Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are Bryan and R!ck. Bryan and R!ck are the world's largest rodent. If Bryan and R!ck were life size, they would stand 7 ft 2 inches tall and have a neck twice the size of a human. Bryan and R!colatry is the mindless worship of Bryan and R!ck! Bryan and R!ck cannot burp - there is no gravity to separate liquid from gas in their stomach. Bryan and R!ck are worth their weight in gold - literally. Two thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in Bryan and R!ck. Bryan and R!cocracy is government by Bryan and R!ck. I am interested in - do tell me aboutherhimitthem That's good.  I've been planning to duel in Paraguay, but I was afraid of the legal consequences.
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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
12:24 am	CAN'T STOP, WON'T STOP Second semester senior, my ass. Here's a look at what's on my plate, courtesy of Microsoft Paint: Then again, drawing shit like that is probably the reason I don't ever get anything done.  Current Mood: stressed
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Thursday, February 16th, 2006
3:46 am	I JUST CAN'T SLEEP, I'M SO EXCITED I'M IN TOO DEEP This is going to be my first all-nighter EVER! How exciting.  I wonder how long I can stand it before I start losing my mind and dozing off and binge drinking black tea and crying and screaming and trying my hardest to keep my eyeballs in the sockets.  Oh well!  As of right now, I'm buzzed out on caffeine and my hands are quivering but you know what?  It's all okay!  Because I finished my econ project! And can I just be the first to say that it's the sexiest project ever in the history of mankind.  Nay, in the history of the entire universe!  Which is pretty fucking long, if you think about it.  Not since the big bang has anything ever been this sexy.  Coming in a close second, however, is my birth.  You see??  This project is even sexier than me, which is pretty fucking sexy! Aaaahahaha it's so cold.  And I'm so angry: the Valentine's Day gift I ordered for Bryan hasn't come in the mail yet!  I hate you, internet company.  Oh, by the way, Bryan gave me the BEST Valentine's Day gift.  He's so good to me.  At this rate, I'd have to buy him a fucking third-world country to make up for all the crappy gifts I've been giving him.  Speaking of circulatory systems (well okay you were at least thinking of circulatory systems in the back of your mind, or something), I still have Bio book notes to do.  Three hours and fifteen minutes until I have to be at school for detention!  I swear to god, if that bitch Muffy doesn't let me sleep during detention I'll fucking rip her a new one.  HEEEHEHEHEEE Current Mood: giggly
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Saturday, February 11th, 2006
10:27 pm	CLOSING TIME, OPEN ALL THE DOORS AND LET YOU OUT INTO THE WORLD This is going to make me sound like a douchebag.  I am so over high school.  There are a select few things that I will miss when I leave for college, but honestly, at this point, I'm about ready to leave.  Ugly lockers?  Yeah, not so much.  High school drama?  I'll be glad to get away from that, too.  Stupid tardy policy?  Suck my dick.  And Muffy?  Seals the deal. You can call me a snobby bitch, but like Jeremy said, "everyone my age feels the same way."  I know every other senior is thinking the same thing, maybe just at different extremes.  In a few months, I'll be waking up in my dorm room and rolling out of bed.  Shit, my class starts in five minutes!  Put on a coat and some pants, grab my books, buy a muffin on the way out.  Run across the quad, oh damn, did I do the reading?  Ah fuck it, there won't be a twenty-point quiz on arbitrary details of the chapter (a la Jackson).  Walk into class ten seconds late.  Get a tardy pass?  Hell no, this is college.
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Tuesday, February 7th, 2006
10:51 pm	DREAM, DREAM, DREAM Since freshman year, my motivation for doing well in school has been the promise of attending a prestigious college in the near future.  And all superficial humbleness aside, I believe I have done extremely well in that respect.  Everything I did was for the sake of that beautiful acceptance letter.  Colleges would love to see this class on my transcript, this club on my application, this GPA on my report card.  They'd love it.  I'll do it. And since I've started thinking seriously about college, Columbia University has always been at the very top of my list.  When I first received that postcard in the mail junior year, I fell in love.  I loved the beauty of the campus, the intimacy of the Core, the impeccable location, and - of course - the prestige.  Without hesitation, I labeled Columbia as my "dream school."  On December 8, 2005, my dream came true.  But now, things are starting to change.  The veil of "getting into college" has been lifted; I'm beginning to see the reality of it all.  The $43,000 sticker price isn't just there for decoration, and that money needs to come from somewhere.  Even with grants, loans, and work-study, my family needs to come up with $27,000 in order for that dream to be fully realized.  I thought I was done with it all, all the pressure and stress of the college application process.  I couldn't be further from the truth.  College applications have only been replaced with scholarship applications; SATs and GPA are no longer as important as CSS and the FAFSA.  With every schoalrship form filled out and every hour worked at Peet's, the number "27,000" looms in the back of my mind.  And because of the complexity of college financial aid, I'd have to raise more than $6,000 in scholarships before any of that money starts going towards my family contribution.  I know there's no way in hell my family will be able to shell out $27,000 for my education.  Which makes me wonder about my "dream school" in the first place.  Was it a selfish dream?  What if my dream school had been Berkeley or UCLA?  Both are prestigious in their own right, yet both are considerably less expensive.  Had I chosen a school with a smaller sticker price, I wouldn't be in such a bad situation.  I can't help but to think that what I want comes at the expense of everyone else.  Dream big, but make sure your wallet is even bigger.
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Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
11:57 pm	STUPID, DUMB, AND HYPHY I'm not as smart as I used to be.  I sorta started realizing this gradually and I guess it just hit me recently.  I know it may sound trivial, but let's hope it stays that way and that it doesn't progress into something worse.  Before, I was able to retain a lot more information, but recently I've been forgotting little things like the stages of cellular respiration or the difference between DNA transcription and translation.  I was also a lot wittier (at least, in my opinion).  Now, I stumble over my words a lot.  I often find myself searching for that thing, you know, it's on the tip of my tongue, I swear, just give me a minute, but the more I try to remember it, the less I actually know what I'm trying to think about.  I even end sentences in prepositions.  Maybe it's the lack of sleep.  I don't even get to sleep in on weekends because I usually have work or class.  Maybe it's the fact that I'm a senior and I'm slacking off in general.  Or maybe I've just spread myself too thin this year and I need some time to myself.  Schoolrehearsalsworkvolunteerhomework, I just need to squeeze a little rest in there.  Yeah, that'd be nice.  "Rest" ... Fishing for compliments?  Not really.  Complaining?  You bet. Current Mood: uncomfortable
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Monday, January 30th, 2006
7:23 pm	HE'S LIABLE TO FIND A COUPLE OF SURPRISES THERE :) Yay for the cast list!  I got the part I wanted, El Gallo.  I really hope The Fantasticks lives up to its name; it's my last show before I bizzounce on a plane to the real Broadway.  I think the most exciting thing is that I get to say "rape" like 29348582 times during the show.  So I've been wearing the same contacts for more than a few months now.  Methinks this is not good.  Today during passing period, Angela and I were walking from AP Bio to Leadership (you know, the class that I don't have but I attend anyway) and she was talking about a certain ASB president and a certain seminar that happened on a certain last Friday.  She mentioned something about how he "doesn't have the power" which quickly turned into a conversation about physics.  Since we both took the class last year, we were freaking out because we had forgotten what the equation for "power" was.  No, like really freaking out. Eventually we figured it out and all was good.  Ah, such are the hardships of being a nerd.  Current Mood: dorky
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Friday, January 27th, 2006
8:35 pm	WELL I WAS BORN IN A SMALL TOWN I went to eat brunch with Bryan today and then drove on over to Peet's to pick up my paycheck.  As I was heading back home, I noticed a few things: the tranquil sidewalks of Millbrae, the multitude of trees lining East Hillcrest, the fact that I was actually driving ... I know I complain a lot about Millbrae.  I know I complain a lot about suburbia in general.  But days like today make me wonder if I'm ready for the big city.  Instead of trees, there will be skyscrapers; instead of shifting gears in my big truck, I'll be grasping onto the rattling subway train.  Shit.
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Thursday, January 26th, 2006
11:46 pm	THINGS JUST GET SO CRAZY, LIVING LIFE GETS HARD TO DO (I've decided to double-post every Xanga entry into my LiveJournal, just for shits and giggles.) Today was a good day.  I did pretty well on the English final that was passed back, "learning" how to use Excel in AP Bio was a piece of cake, and I'm pretty confident with the Unit 1 exam in Econ.  I also saw four red cars in a row, which made it a Good Day, so I decided not to be sad about Wellington.  It was nice driving straight home from school today.  No work, no auditions, no nothing.  Coming home at 2:30 is a lot different than coming home at 10:00.  I then went on to take took the fattest nap ever in the history of mankind.  No school tomorrow.  Teachers need to be developed.  Methinks it's time to get freaky.  Current Mood: content
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