Days of My Life

It is currently 9:42 p.m. and I am in the Powell Library because the Internet is completely down in most buildings on the residence hill. Clearly, my building is one of them, or else I would not have taken the dangerously dark trek all the way down here just to blog and stalk people on Facebook. Well, actually, I would have gone to the gym, but it closes at 9:45 on Fridays, and I was not ready by 8:30 to go because I had just finished eating dinner. So I came with J to the library because she's a crazy person who actually would work after having studied all week for a midterm and having taken the midterm. This is what I do after I take a midterm. I can't believe I hadn't blogged in weeks until now. What is wrong with me? It isn't like I have any valid excuse, either, because until today, I have had perfectly functional Internet in my room, and until this week, I hadn't done ANY studying or reading. Today concludes the fourth week of college. I can't believe it...

Sincerely speaking, I have been meaning to blog for over a week now, but I just never got around to it. The television is always on, I'm always evading homework by turning to Facebook and Twitter; other than that, I'm either walking to and from class without ever really paying attention to lectures or even discussion or brisk-walking to the gym to work out. And unlike many of my friends and even my roommates, I haven't been doing homework or reading at all. I feel like such a bad student. And then I go to the gym and feel better. How odd. My first English paper rough draft is due next Wednesday, and I hope to start it this weekend. It's called a "close reading paper" on contemporary poetry, four pages required. I am quite excited to do it. And I don't recall if I have mentioned this yet, but college English is no joke. Especially in a class full of other English majors. It's a bit comforting, though, to know that I am no longer one of only a few Englis...

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...

I slept at almost 2:30 last night (because I had trouble falling asleep again) and woke up at 7:57, only to fell back asleep on and off until 9:14. I suck at sleeping nowadays. I mean, even on days I don't have work, I end up sleeping later and waking up at almost the same time. What the heck is up with that?! Two days ago, I found out that the youth program actually ends on September 7, which means that I work until that day, which means I have two weeks less of vacation. Which means I have two weeks of vacation. If that. So while everybody else is happy that they get to get paid more, I am mad because I get to rest less! As of now, I have had three dreams about work. The office lead--the one I was covering for my first two weeks in the office--said that that's an indication that I work too much. Now there's a wonder! Speaking of dreams, I really have been dreaming almost every night since I watched "Inception". How scary. And yesterday, I had deja vu at one poin...

Tonight, we went to The Boiling Crab on Main Street in Alhambra. Immensely glad I am that I remembered to suggest it when we were deciding where to go for dinner. We waited a while, but the meal was worth every minute's wait. Even better, it was worth more than every dollar paid. Twenty-something for seriously excellent seafood and quick service?! That's my kind of food fantasy. And I might sound so fat right now, but the great thing is that I don't feel fat. Unlike when I finish eating McDonald's or something. The one-pound of shrimp with the whole sha-bang seasoning was amazing. The fried catfish basket with Cajun fries was not as amazing as the shrimp, but amazing nonetheless. Heck, even the corn on the cob was good! Gosh, good stuff. I highly recommend this place to anyone who is not allergic to seafood. This morning, I woke up at 9:00 because W called me to invite me to Universal Studios, but I declined despite the $20 ticket because 1) I don't have money, and...