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| As of today, only 365 days separate me from my 21st birthday.
I will start off this wondertabulous day by sitting in my organic chemistry class, which is only 11.25 hours away as of 2:45, staring at my midterm and bawling my eyes out while pissing my pants. Organic chemistry midterm--the best birthday present a girl can receive from her tub-of-lard professor who absolutely refuses to ever make any sense of the information he hurls at us.
Then, I will go to my next class and take a test for which I have yet to began studying.
More updates later. Time to continue studying things that make no sense to me whatsoever, such as stereochemistry, reactions of haloalkanes, and uni/bimolecular nucleophilic substitution.
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
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| New Year's Day at Disneyland for fireworks that got blown out by strong winds. Disneyland annual pass. Disney's California Adventure.
Bowling. Cloverfield
headache. "Crazy Hour". Defying circadian rhythms. Fun in the
laundry room. That can of shaving cream that exploded in the
bathroom and splattered everywhere. The two goldfishes that died a week after we got them.
Running through sprinklers. Pledging Alpha Phi Omega. Pledge
Retreat. Michael. Big Sis. Yogurt World for the first time. One
dollar fish tacos. The start of my serial ditching of class. Sleeping
through class. Definitely Maybe
on Valentine's Day with Cindy and Amy. Siavash and I become each
other's Valentines just before midnight. Sneaking into other people's
kitchens to bake cookies. My nineteenth birthday. King's Cup.
Joey. Willy. Waking up next to X. Worst hangover ever. Barfing the day away. Lying to
people. Experimenting. Killing brain cells. Late night excursions
with Stephen. Julian Pie Company. Juicy Campus. Penelope.
Alpha Eta showcase. Staying up all night for no reason with my
suitemates. Getting a fever the night before my back-to-back chemistry
and math finals. Spring Break. Crossing Alpha Phi Omega. Kelvin.
Possible bomb threat at school. Michelle's kickback. The RSO who
recognized me. Spontaneity. Boredom leads to attending random parties
with the suite. Downtown La Jolla. Pacific Beach. Housing drama.
Late nights with Michelle working on our Bigs' paddles. Kenny. My
suitemates and I recording ourselves dancing to the Wonder Girls.
Getting pulled over for walking on the streets late at night when there
were drunk drivers galore. Otter Pops. My first Sungod festival.
First time ever ditching all my classes. Beer Pong. Dodging three
write-ups. I hate Sean Kingston forever. Beer pong at International House. I love international students. Seeing a naked man at
Black's Beach while vegging out. Dinner at Red Lobster to eat away the sight of the naked man. Sex and the City
midnight premiere. Walking back to campus at 3am. Sleeping pills.
Walking in on my suitemate. Quitting my job. MAE signing my phone.
You. My ultimate decision to move off campus. Cindy, William, and
Jack. First time taking Cue pictures. Breaking all the rules.
Camera-whoring in forbidden places. Huntington Beach. Housing drama.
Art classes. Day trips to Disneyland. The 5.4-magnitude earthquake
that I slept through. The Office marathon. Jimmy Eat World. Sea World. Three British medical students. Pineapple Express.
Almost running over the dead motorcyclist's body. Getty Museum for the
first time. I am a bitch. Stealing meal points from freshmen. Free
sushi at Sushi on the Rock II. Walking three miles from school to home
for fun. I hate jury duty forever. Ben Kweller. I hate Lupe Fiasco
fans at my school. Giving up a chance to go to a live Chargers game.
Someone stealing my phone. Housing drama. Getting chased by a
Chewbacca on Halloween. Lil Bro. Jenny Lewis and Pierre de Reeder.
Veteran's Day trip to Ikea with roommate equaled failure so we splurged
at Best Buy and Target to make ourselves feel better. Getting exposed
to (and quite obsessed with) Jay Chou. Being the worst student ever.
Unproductive late-night studying. Late night tomfoolery. Killing
brain cells. Downing numerous cups of coffee to make it through the
day. Charlotte's birthday. Blue Hawaiians. Waking up on the floor.
Janet's birthday. Thanksgiving After Thanksgiving. Camera-whoring.
Massive spending on Black Friday shopping for myself. X's birthday.
Spending a weekend on campus. Scatter-brained and unorganized.
Hauling ass. The heavy smell of marijuana in the air during finals
week. I hate finals forever. First time I do not feel safe in my
hometown. Going to Las Vegas for the New Year!
And that's all I can remember off the top of my head. Most of it is chronologically ordered.
Happy New Year, everyone!
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| I am over Xanga. I am pretty sure of it. Xanga does not hold my attention anymore, and I lack the time (unless it is between the hours of 1AM and 5AM) and motivation to update.
Maybe it is time to move on to something else that I will end up neglecting in the future, but where to migrate to?
PS. I won't be gone permanently; I'll just be updating every once in a blue moon, as I have been doing lately.
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| I hate finals week with a passion.
I hate how sleeping suddenly translates into wasting time.
I hate how I dread the sunrise because that means time is running out.
I hate how I always feel like there is never enough time.
I hate how after many hours of studying, I feel like I did not learn anything.
I hate how I feel frantic and panicky all the time.
I hate how I walk into the final with the feeling that I have already failed and walk out reaffirming my failure.
I hate how I have been yelling at you for no reason, getting mad at you over the most trivial things, and getting frustrated with you because I have no other outlet; I know you're stressed too.
I am tired of this constant exhaustion. In about 16 hours, I will be free from all this bullshit, and I'm gonna CELEBRATE HARD.
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| I just realized right now (as I was about to go to sleep) that I have a test for one of my classes in 10 hours. Shit. I feel a little bit screwed. I need to start studying for it. Okay, so, I opened my book and discovered that I do not really know anything that will be on the test. It is going to be a long night for me.
I also just realized that finals are next week. Shit. I feel like I am a little screwed. Time to go into my study-until-I-don't-understand-the-material-anymore-yell-and-scream-at-everyone-for-no-reason-cry-because-I-decided-to-slack-off-a-little-bit-during-the-quarter-get-mad-at-myself-for-not-taking-school-seriously-once-again-contemplate-suicide-or-drop-out-of-school mode. Fuck this.
When did I become so unorganized and careless?
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