Days of My Life

I miss The Boiling Crab. I REALLY, REALLY want to de-shell those succulent shrimps and dip each one into pepper/ lemon juice and then pick at Cajun fries. Other than that, I'm disappointed that I haven't been wanting to write these days. I haven't even been doing very much these past few days, other than walking around and eating and working out. And sitting around. Doing nothing. I brought my journal with me and put it in my desk drawer, expecting to write often. Yet, I have written none. Goodness. Today at dinner, something out of the ordinary occurred. J and I went to the "frozen yogurt" machine because we wanted to feel better by not getting "soft serve ice cream". We each got a cone and walked over to the frozen yogurt machine. I went first and pulled the strawberry lever. All of a sudden, pink liquid SPLATTERED all over the place. The cone toppled in my hands and I dropped it onto the bottom of the machine. Pink puddles of not so frozen yogurt inva...

I moved into UCLA yesterday at four. And it seems like so very long ago. It is currently 11:45 p.m. and I have been so tired from sleeping at 3:30 a.m. and waking up five and a half hours later and all the walking up and down infinite flights of stairs and the nonstop to and from. In other words, I'm not thinking clearly and my thoughts are coming to mind in fragmented clauses, so some of the things I will say might not make sense. Honestly, although I have been waiting to feel like writing, the feeling still has yet to arrive, so that's another reason for my fragmented clauses thinking. Also, I'm facing the television in our room. Yay. Yesterday, S, D, and my mom came with me to help me move into 720B at the end of the hallway. It was quite a quick process. Relatively painless and relatively simple. Now, everything is in its proper place for the time being, and I need only a few more items to make this room more comfortable for the next three quarters. Last night, J, J, W ...

According to my Blogger homepage, my last post was from August 26, which means today's post is long, long overdue. Because I lack any other interesting or extraordinary activity to tend to, I have decided to dedicate this evening/ night to writing, something I have not done for a long time, notwithstanding my very first in a long time journal entry last night, which I shall discuss later on. I have been M.I.A. here for a long time. But I must point out that I have logged onto Blogger and clicked on "New Post" a good number of times with the good, pure intention of blogging. And then every time, something came up: the washing machine beeped, I got thirsty or hungry, "CSI: NY" came on, an IM window flashed, et cetera. And the Blogger new post tab just remained neglected until somebody closed it. Frequently in the past few weeks, I thought about writing--blogging, journaling, corresponding. But, shame on me, I never did it! I always felt that I had something better...