Slow Me Down

I decided to transfer to UCSD after having completed one and a half years at UCLA. It was more for the sake of spontaneity and change than anything else. It was a while past dusk, and I was carrying with me my black Adidas duffel bag three-quarters full of clothes and toiletries and nothing else. My mom was walking through the woods with me, toward my new dorm room. Upon arrival at my dorm building, I had trouble finding room 221 because the room numbers were in disarray. Finally, I settled in by putting my bag down on the floor and sitting on my lofted bed. The room was unbelievably spacious and empty, even with my already settled in roommate in there, as well. Then I walked outside, and my mom told me to walk with her to the car, and once we got there, she said she needed to walk me back to my dorm so I don't walk through the woods alone. She held on to my wrist with her left hand and to an umbrella--shading from what, I don't know--with her right.
Then, I went to a small convenience store to buy ice cream and cupcakes.

At one point during the crazy dream, I began to ask myself why I had made the seemingly irrational, meaningless decision to transfer to San Diego, because when I was there, I felt no attachment whatsoever to, well, anything. Except I missed UCLA and my room there. How strange of a dream!

I am sitting in my room, blogging at my desk because I don't feel like going downstairs because I am at home alone. I don't even think I should have come back this weekend because I have to write a six-page paper for English and study five chapters for oceanography. And because I am home, I probably won't get any of that done.

Last week, I finished Philip Roth's The Ghost Writer. It is the best book I have read since The Glass Castle, which was from like, eleventh grade. And now, I am in the process of finishing Frederick Douglass's Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. I think I will write my paper on this instead of Roth just because the research for it seems a bit more straightforward.

I have been having trouble falling asleep before 3 a.m. lately. For now, it's kind of okay, because I can sleep until eleven or a bit past on most days, but what about next quarter, when I have 10 a.m. classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday?! I don't foresee much good coming from sleepless nights then.

I shall go get ready to go eat lunch now.
Until next time--can't promise it will be soon--take care, everybody!

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