Heyy there.
Yesterday, there was a trip to the ever famous San Jose courtesy of my mother's dentist appointment and their logic of, "Christa, you've haven't been absent too much, so you come too." It was pretty fun. I SLEPT as soon as we got there. (Oh, adventure!) When I woke up at 11:30-ish, I dropped by Overfelt High School to even out the deal with my Mount Pleasant trip earlier in the year, and had a nice reunion with Lisa, Ashley, Lazarita, Abbey, Coach Yesenia, Nathan, and Kevin Pason. Simultaneously, I met someone who I've known online--Adbel--for the first time in person, and it was remarkable how we acted like we've known each other for years rather than people who just met. I spotted a certain chickenshit, and I'm satisfied which how much we interacted--I said Chickenshit, and he responded. :] After Overfelt fun, my parents and I ate at Jollibee (::drools::), we took a trip to the local library, then after Taco Bell and dentist and Rite Aid whatnot, we headed back to Sacramento whilst taking a detour to Vallejo, where I bought momentous Tic Tacs and a cookie for my Phuc. xD
So that was my day yesterday.
Although, I have to mention this, a little not-good moment happened on the trek back. [cue the rambling] Alright, so I'm completely sure that UC Davis is a great school, maybe so fantastic that it blows me and your mom out of the water. Fun feel-good stuff like that.
However, you know how when a song is overplayed soooo much on the radio, you eventually just get sick of it and can't stand to hear it anymore? I'm certainly sure I'm going through that, except with that university. ALL my life, my parents have been going through the Asian/Rich People stereotype and hope for my future career is to be a doctor and whatnot. It's not to heal on our part; they say monay-monay-monnaayy. I used to look forward to that idea with bright eyes at the aspect of helping people. And then they tell me that they want me to be a pediatrician cos' it's easy but still brings in moolah and I can buy them a Benz or something. So it's probably a great school, but so much mention of it and all this trying to control my life thing has now made UC Davis into the unspoken taboo school, where I would rather get on the noose and scream "Give me liberty or give me death!" than pursue a medical degree there.
And they spout on and on "oh yeah christa it's your choice on whatever you want to be". BULLSHIT. That's so much bull it's not nice. Every single moment they get, they ramble on about UC Davis and every sentence starts with "When you study medicine.." or "When you're a doctor.." They don't want me having a job, and they say it's just pressure and time and stuff, but I so know that it's because my lack of being able to quench my dream of help pay my own way to college gives them power to my choice of college because it's going to be their money. Therefore, they made it clear that my tuition's paid by them for UC Davis if I want to be a doctor, but if I want to be anything else, say a teacher (which I've seriously contemplated on) or even a scientist for Christ's sake, they're only going to be willing to give me a tuition enough for Sac State. SAC STATE?! I've nothing against the college, but it's a bit of a step down from the likes of a UC School (i've wanted to go to UC Santa Cruz) and Stanford and the whatnot. Sac State. They know that contrast too, and I know I have the potential to get to a UC school (if they weren't so anal about my extracurricular activities, at least), or maybe even Stanford if I work my fat sorry ass off.
We talked about that the entire way home. It was more of a them praising the hallowed UC Davis and life of a doctor and my now-refined skill of tuning them out, like you would when in someone else's car and you don't quite like the song they've got on the radio.
The ironic part is that considering how I don't know what I'm doing when I grow up, I might just be doing the doctor thing. I won't be surprised if I'll cry at night regretting the path I took in life, hating my job and crap. At least maybe they'll get their damn Benz if internships don't kill me.
I totally feel like going up to them, telling them that I have a revelation of my dream career, and screaming something like, "I wanna be an acrobat!" or "I wanna strive to be the next American sex symbol!" just to spite them.
The secret:
My only definite dream job is working at Target. =X
HOW ODD.
Btw, I didn't get the cryptex as forementioned in my last entry. >.> How booty. Btw, thanks for the uber comments last time. That was really feel-good. I can't even quite describe.
Today's lesson quote: Strange thing, time. It weighs most on those who have it least. -The Rule of Four
if dreams were wings, you know i would've flown to you
Bye for now.
