Another chance to write an essay. I love it. The stress is mere child's play. There's truly nothing quite as satisfying as watching a piece of writing come together. My topic? Jitterbug. Specifically how it has changed and shaped me in the past two months. To give you all a preview of the essay (I will post it in one of the entries when I finish it - the "due" date is Friday - it's a 3 minute 45 second speech, or somewhere within 15 seconds of that time. The essay is being written for my speech in the Academic Decathlon.

By the way, I learned that "Zuit Suit" is in fact spelled "Zoot Suit", but the song by Big Bad Voodoo Daddies has an intentional error, so I've been mislead and spelling it wrong for quite some time. Please ignore my previous misunderstanding.

I decided to give myself a break from my usual crowd and visit with the freshman today. I figure that when my junior and senior friends (which is the practical majority of the people I get along well with) -- when they leave, I'm going to be very lonely when it comes to friends. Therefore, I'm going to preemptively secure myself and make friends with a good number of people younger than myself. This goes against all previous thoughts of myself, striving to succeed with a generation twenty and thirty years from myself, but I suppose that can be part of my multitasking apparatus.

They played the song "I'm too sexy for . . ." at lunch today. It brought back the fond memory of dancing to that song at swing dancing with Jitterbug style. That was really cool.

By the way, I learned as of today that Turn About is not a "formal" dance, it's a "semi-formal", and that tuxedos are not required, but instead one should wear a decent suit. Too bad I have no suits, and no tux. I'll be borrowing a suit from my Dad, and be wearing my Grandpa's shoes, providing they fit me. Nothing wrong with it - some day, I'll buy myself a decent suit and a nice tuxedo.

I feel like I've been wearing my trench coat far too much lately, because I took it off and someone said I looked very different without it on. That means it's time to start taking it off. I don't go to the gym for nothing you know! (Smile).

I'm trying not to think about relationships at all. I really don't feel like being hurt. Then again, I should listen to the wise Bob inside me, who tells me:

Bob, every relationship is a roller coaster. You go through your loops, your turns, your spins - the good times, the bad times, but eventually (as is true with most high school relationships), you get off the ride, and you must move on and continue. From that point, you make the decision to have fun and displeasure once again, or to experience nothing in utter loneliness. The wise Bob has made me realize that I wish to have fun and displeasure once more. And so, the seeker, one of my many souls, continues his desperate search to find an essence in someone.

I might have mentioned this before, but Yang's girlfriend of three years broke up with him. In Korean culture, a break up is very different from ours. However, it has many similarities. Yang told her, "Sa rang hae yo" (I love you), but she responded with, "I never want to see you again." I didn't go exactly like that, but it was something very close and along those lines. I'm so sorry Yang, but I totally sympathize with you. I've had relationships that didn't work either, just none of them went and bonded for three years such as the case of you and your girlfriend.

Anyway, no more depressing, dark, and dismal matters before continuing to write about Jitterbug.

I cooked my first dinner tonight. It was awesome. My mom said I did 80% of the work, which made me feel even more accomplished. The main course was shrimp, marinated in a sauce of minced garlic, parsley, and tomato, all on top of noodles, and a dinner salad, prepared by my mom, was the side dish.

Last day of G.A.T.E. tomorrow. The competition is Saturday . . . After that, no Tuesdays till late, no Wednesday anxiety - makes me believe I shouldn't be on the team next year. Blah, what am I saying. I like the challenge. Challenges forever. Thinking games forever! Thinky game revolution! (This is my teenage side coming out).

And my concluding thought is an excerpt from the Book of Corporate Life, Chapter 1, Verses 1-15

1. In the beginning was the plan.
2. Then came the assumptions.
3. The assumptions were without form.
4. And the plan was without substance
5. And darkness was upon the face of the workers.
6. And the workers spoke among themselves saying, "It is a crock of shit and it stinks."
7. And the workers went unto their supervisors and said, "It is a crock of dung and we cannot live with the smell."
8. And the supervisors went unto their managers saying, "It is a container of organic waste, and it is very strong, such that none may abide of it."
9. And the managers went unto their directors, saying "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength."
10. And the directors spoke among themselves, saying to one another, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and is very strong."
11. And the directors went to the vice presidents, saying unto them, "It promotes growth, and it is very powerful."
12. And the vice presidents went to the president, saying unto him, "It has powerful effects."
13. And the president looked upon the plan and saw that it was good
14. And the plan became policy
15. And that is how shit happens.

Take care my friends.

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