How do I know who is meant for me?

Two girls in my life.
Both are awesome.
Both seem interested in me.
Can I juggle both at once?

I think that this will be a tough one for me, and I see potential disaster in the future. Girl A is pretty cool, kind of interesting. I'm pretty sure that she likes me back at least a little bit. I will probably see a bit more of her than Girl B.
Girl B on the other hand is really cool, very interesting, and I'm sure that she is very interested in me as well. Of course, there's no real way to be sure...
I hope she is. That would make my life amazing at this point. In fact, I'm actually sure now that Girl B is more likely to come into contact with me than Girl A because Girl A lives a while away, and she can't make the trip every time. But Girl B lives nearby, so we can hang more.
But then again she might just see this as a developing relationship...a friendship, that is.
le sigh

I don't know. Teenage angst ftw.

I had the strangest dream ever.

It was set in what appeared to be a zombie apocalypse, sans the zombies. For the most part.
I was driving a car when I came upon an underground bunker by a mini-mart filled with kids I know. With me was a mystical object, the all-producing Wiimote. With it, I could produce any substance or whatever I wanted.

I don't remember every part of the dream, but out of what I remember, these bits stick out the most: I was in a drum-off with a fat loser that nobody really likes outside of his small group of equally idiotic and loser friends. I destroyed him with some sick beats. I got high with the Wiimote in my dream, willing it to produce the smoke of marijuana.

But the part that I remember most is that, even in my dreams, the girl I love did not love me back. She rejected my (completely innocent) approaches and left me heartbroken in my own dream. I did not cry, I sucked it up and just kept moving. I remember eating in the dream, some milk and crackers.

Even now, it aches me that she wouldn't accept me in my own dream. It would seem to me that in my own subconscious there is some doubt about her liking me, which should be natural. She's already rejected my offer to go to homecoming with her, and any other approach is usually put off.

But now I understand somewhat why she is that way; she doesn't like being asked those kinds of things in public. Still, I could never muster up the courage to pull her aside and spill out my true feelings for her. Time and both of our schedules also don't permit it. She would catch on the moment I asked her to meet me after school or something. I just can't do it, I'm too afraid of what she might say. What her true feelings are about me.

So I just sit in agony about her, and meanwhile search for someone else to soothe my pain. I'm lonely, I want some companionship. It's a biological and sociological thing, also very emotional. I want somebody to turn to and I want somebody to turn to me in times of struggling or emotional pain. I... I want somebody to want me next to them even when I'm far, far away. I want somebody to WANT me.

Whatever. I've been working on some art since the last time I posted, which was too long ago.
 Take a look.

I'm not quite sure about what it is, exactly. It's inspired by...something. I'm not even sure what. I like the technology feel it has to it, so I posted it up here. AP Studio Art teacher says it has potential as a sculpture.

This is Majora's Mask from the Zelda video game. It's been vectored in Photoshop. I took some liberties in creating it, since some of the hsapes were hard to do. It doesn't quite have that same creepy effect to it, but the eyes still seems to stare straight into your soul. I like it.

Homecoming is in a little bit. I hope the girl I'm talking to right now goes through with a decision to attend homecoming. I'd feel like a real loser if I just went alone, but I'm sure I'd find somebody anyway once I got there. Eh, it's really whatever...but I can't just keep on suppressing things like this.

Football game on Monday, I've got to focus. Kinnick isn't some pushover like Osan; they could very well beat us. That cannot be allowed to happen. Should go to sleep, but somebody wants to talk to me on that cursed Facebook. Bah.

And so I arrive, tired and broken.

As far as vacations go, that had to be on of the best and worst I've ever had.
Best in the first week in Hawaii (pictures shall be uploaded soon), as we had tons of fun and enjoyed the cool weather, breathtaking scenery, and majestic sunsets while consuming vast quantities of food.
Worst in the latter week in Los Angeles, where I basically moped around my Aunt's house endlessly and spent time playing Starcraft II on her computer, enduring hour after hour of mind-numbing boredom. I did go to Anime Expo 2011 this year, so that was great. I took many photos of the event, and those shall be uploaded as well, at a later time.

We arrive in Korea at around 6:30 PM Seoul Time after a rather calm flight. We got seats near the back end, and I got to see an unobstructed view of the sky, clouds mere meters away from my window. They seemed almost like floating white mountains in the sky, untouched by man and ready to be climbed. At some points during the flight, I couldn't tell where the sky and the water separated; the horizon was completely out of sight, and there were clouds above us and below us. Truly magnificient.

When the plane banked toward my side near the end of the flight, I nearly got a bird's eye view of the South Korean landscape, and I came to realize that I was looking straight down at land from 16000 feet in the air. And I wasn't scared.
But I should have been scared shitless, my heartrate should have been accelerated exponentially and tunnel vision should have taken me in and all that jazz. But it didn't happen, probably because human's just weren't meant to be up that high in the first place, and so we never developed the proper fear reflexes for that. Or maybe I'm wrong and I'm just weird. Vertigo.

First day on the computer since Hawaii.

So I'm not in Hawaii anymore after spending 6 days there. Now I'm in LA at my uncle's house, doing...nothing.
Hawaii was great though; amazing scenery, decent weather, great food, great people, hot women, nice beaches, etc. All of it was awesome. I took a crap ton of pictures to upload here and there, but that's all for later.

I had In'N'Out for the first time in a year and a half today, and my god it was amazing. I have missed that Double-Double animal style for so long, it's not even funny. I just saw my cousins and stuff, and now I'm on the computer, killing time.
Nothing serious, just an update post of sorts. I dunno. More to come maybe later or something.

I leave for Hawaii tomorrow. (First blog, suckas)

I begin writing this at 9:30pm when I should be packing instead. I've never been to Hawaii before, but the trip there isn't supposed to be the most pleasant. There is a plane ride from Incheon Airport to Narita Airport near Tokyo, and then a six hour wait is in store for me and my family, during which time I will probably drudge about aimlessly throughout the airport while consuming vast quantities of ramen and Japanese food. Afterwards, we get on the plane again to head towards Hawaii on a nine hour flight on Korean Air - the only factor making this trip the least bit enjoyable.

I'll need this, too. Oh my god I love it.

 Oh, and I've already packed quite a bit.

Quite a bit of clothes can fit in there. I need three weeks worth.

I expect to have much fun during this trip, but that might also be compromised by the diet I've started for myself. I eat a lot, and Hawaii apparently has lots of food for fatties such as me to eat. But I must stand by my original plans if I am truly intent on having that abdominal structure that women will drool over.

Instead of packing, I'm here writing this first entry to a blog that might be destined to just fall into obscurity and the unending depths of the Internet. It's an interesting experience to just sit here and type what's going through my mind. I needed a hobby that could facilitate my interest in writing that didn't require an English teacher breathing down my shirt, and I appear to have found the solution.

My primary objective with this blog is to accomplish by doing this blog is to practice writing and hone my skills. My secondary objective is to share my thoughts and feelings with other people who might be interested in my writing.

I've never really tried this before in any serious manner. There was a failed attempt at a livejournal that I managed to keep under wraps. There was that Xanga page I created many, many years ago that never went anywhere because I knew nothing about HTML and how to write (me being 10 couldn't have helped).

And now, there is this Blogspot. I've seen other blogs by other people before, and they usually write about relevant things that matter to the world and all that, but I think I'll be content with just writing about what I care about. If others can care about it, too, that's just wonderful then. Others might have much fancier layouts and design, pictures everywhere and pretentious bickering about America's healthcare and whatnot, but I want to keep mine simple and plain for the time being. Though the lack of pictures is quite disturbing.

Random picture of me has been deemed necessary.

 What's starting to irk me, though, is that the whole site is in Korean for me because apparently living in Korea sets your settings to read Korean and speak it perfectly, too. I don't know what it is about it, but the Korean language is just not a good language for having on the Internet; I also have a hard time reading it on the computer as well. For some reason, reading Korean on a computer is just a painful job for me, but I guess that's reading Hangul in general.

I also want to find a general theme for my writing, but that a job for another time and perhaps another place. But I hope many people will begin reading this blog and start following me. I always enjoy people reading my material, and I hope to get better at writing, too, so that the people reading can enjoy the writing more. And since I near the length of a short high school essay, I will stop right here. :D