It's Been A While

Ahahaha. The last post I made was on April 16. Quite a long time ago.

I'm posting now because the other day I lost my wallet, and I told myself that I would write a post about why it was meaningful to me (I don't quite remember why I made this resolution). I ended up finding my wallet, but in the spirit of keeping promises I'm going to write this blog post anyways.

A couple of days ago, a few friends and I had some drinks (mostly beers, but a couple of shots), and after sitting around for a little bit we realized that the alcohol made us all really hungry. So the one friend who was sober agreed to drive us to get food, and we ended up going to Jack in the Box, Taco Bell, and Happy Donuts (yes, all three). When I got back to my room, I realized I didn't have my wallet anymore. I had paid for JitB but not the other two places, and so I lost it either in my friend's car, Taco Bell, or Happy Donuts. The next morning, I went back to look in my friends car, and since we couldn't find the wallet, we went on a dude-where's-my-car-esque adventure, retracing our steps to try and find it. Turns out, I dropped it outside of Taco Bell, and someone was awesome enough to turn it in.

Now, as to why the wallet is important to me. I realized after I lost it that I didn't care at all about the money. It only had one or two dollars in it, but even if it had had forty or fifty I wouldn't have cared that much. I cared much more about the other pieces of paper, as well as the plastic. Had I lost my wallet, I would have had to replace two credit cards, which are tied to my father's account, so he would have had to cancel his too, and one debit card, which is tied to my own account. I would have had to pay for a new student ID, and in the meantime a vast variety of services would be unavailable to me. And I would have had to get a new driver's license, kind of difficult considering that I'm all the way in California, and one cannot fly without government issued ID.

And although replacing cards and IDs would have been a lot of unnecessary time and effort, I wouldn't have felt like I lost something that I could never get back. In a special part of my wallet, I have some pieces of paper that, while worth nothing to cashiers and tellers, are worth a fair amount to me. Most of them are tickets to events that I've gone to: currently I have Avenue Q at the San Jose Center for the Performing Arts, The Princess and the Frog at Fairfax Corner, and Up at Tysons Corner. These tickets come and go as I do events and inevitably lose older tickets, but they're still good memory triggers to have. However, they're not as important as two small slips of paper sitting right in the front of my wallet. One of these two small slips is a picture of a panda, drawn for me when I was rather stressed out and needed some encouragement. It makes me smile every time I see it, so I keep it around. The other is my TJ senior prom ticket, which has been in my wallet for probably well over 18 months. Senior prom was just a lot of fun, and prom is a milestone in the life of any high schooler, so keeping it reminds me of all of the memories that I made at TJ, and in particular one amazing night.

So yeah, hopefully I'll post again in the next five months. We'll see.

Hello Goodbye

Just random junk thoughts. Lots of them.

You say yes, I say no

We have to figure out housing for next year; there was some drama already.

You say stop, I say go, go, go!

Classes are so much work. I know I signed up for it, but all I do is work...I feel like I'm losing control.

Oh no!

Sorority rush was last week; a couple of my friends are now members of Kappa Kappa Gamma and it's all they can talk about [they did go mud-wrestling though].

You say goodbye, and I say hello

I saw the return of Glee yesterday [which is where all this comes from].

Hello hello

I'm really desperate to find a summer internship in the area; nobody wants a freshman though. If I can't anything I might have to just work at Target.

I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello

I'm almost done with freshman year though...that's kinda scary. What happened to it all?

I say hi, you say lo

I can't say I've figured out too much from this year, however. Alas.

You say why, I say I don't know!

There are not many parties, mainly cause these two weeks are rush [so frats are occupied] and next week is Admit Weekend, for which the campus is dry. I've been itching to get my drank on though.

Oh no!

My life sometimes feels like a sitcom. Or a manga.

You say goodbye, and I say hello

Speaking of manga, I spend so much time reading it now; favorites: Kimi no Iru Machi & Bakuman.

Hello hello

I'm going to see Bill Gates speak on Monday! I'm excited.

I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello

Midterms are going to destroy me in about two weeks, though.

You say yes [I say yes]

I've slowly but surely gotten messier over the year.

I say no [but I may mean no]

No, seriously. Even I'm slightly shocked when I think about how filthy my living space is. It's difficult to see my floor. I'm unsure how my roommate puts up with it. I think he passively aggressively brushes his teeth really early to get back at me. Unfortunate thing is, I'm such a deep sleeper I don't notice.

You say stop [I can stay]

A good friend of mine lost a grandparent this week. She flew home a couple of days ago, and I felt really bad for her.

And I say go, go [till it's time to] go!

I realize I'm constantly changing as an individual. Every few weeks I look back and think of my past self as naive...yet I will look back on my current self a few weeks form now and think the same thing.

Hellogoodbye hellogoodbye

My hair is getting obnoxiously long....I needs a haircut.

Hello hello

And then I want to dye it green again! That'll probably be a fun summer project.

I don't why you say goodbye I say hello.

I'm constantly waking up exhausted regardless of how much sleep I get...I think I have a Calcium deficiency. Stupid college diets.

Hello...

Speaking of sleep...I ought to go get some. I bid you all good night.

Hela, heba helloa!

I'm sorry this was so long.

WonderCon/Foam

A friend invited me to go with him to WonderCon today. It was a pretty interesting experience, I must say. Even though I knew I was going to run into people dressed as all sorts of things, it still wasn't quite enough to quell the general amusement (and occasional shock). Countless Supermen, Wonderwomen, Jokers, Star Wars characters...I even saw a Sailor Moon and a family from Planet of the Apes. But watching four Storm Troopers play a new Wii game, Just Dance, was full of win though.

There was an entire corner of posters, but I couldn't find anything I wanted to shell out money for. However, I ended up running across a booth for something called PMBQ. I had no idea what it stood for, but the important thing was THEY HAD ALL THESE DIFFERENT AMAZING PANDA SHIRTS. They were really cool designs, with really cool pandas in various states of emotion or really cool samurai/ninja fighting. Really. Cool. I ended up paying $20 for one, but I couldn't find an image of it to post here. I was also tempted to buy a Totoro plushie, but that was $24 and I couldn't bring myself to get it. My friend tried to convince me to buy a hat with animal ears on it, but I figured I'd just look silly. (lol nekos.)

Overall though, it was something that I really enjoyed. I truly respect people who use art to make their living, as do their fans (my friend got an autograph/print from the author of Dresden Codak. He was so elated). Maybe I'll end up going again next year if it's in San Francisco still (I actually have no idea if it will be).

Also! Last night was a foam party at one of the frats. Basically they covered the floor in plastic and then turned on a machine which generated like soap suds. It was dirty, wet, but awesome. We left before the party ended because it was starting to become so crowded that it was a little dangerous to be in the middle of the dance floor. I'm fairly sure the shoes that I wore to it are ruined. But that's okay.

I Actually Love College

I hate college, but love all the parties

Finishing kegs and crushin bottles of Bacardi

King of the class, I'd rather lay up with a hottie

Single doesn't mean I'm lookin' for somebody.

But school's good for one thing, I must add

And that's having a plethora of my vocab

Whole bags of verbs that I must grab

And throw down like a rich girl's bar tab

Spring Break

I'm such a malleable object.

I'm a ball of clay.

I'm a chameleon.

I change alot, based on who and what I'm surrounded by. There are traits, sure, that are definitely me, but even they can be dulled or sharpened.

Some days things make perfect sense, and the path ahead is clear. Other times I can't stop looking back, looking for side paths to take me off the road I've chosen.

Part of the next four years (almost 3 now), I suppose, is finding out who I am and who I want to be. I'll have to discover the things that I like, and the things that I hate. The choices that I'm okay with making, and the ones that I refuse to consider. The goals I'm going to set, and the failures I'm going to face.

I've already figuring out some of it, I think.

For now though, I'm just going to relax, recharge, and return to school a happier person than when I left.

Adventure

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Set?

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***Have an adventure.

Live on purpose.***

Blink

I haven't been this scared in a long time
And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me

I'm going to finish this later. I promise.

Edit:: I promised, didn't I?

It's Dead Week here on The Farm (yes, it's a nickname. Go wiki it if you don't believe me.), which means all sorts of fun. Dead Week is comprised of the 10th week of classes (we're on the quarter system, remember?), which I guess technically are 'optional', because professors aren't supposed to teach any new material but instead review for exams (of course almost all of my classes are nice enough to actually teach us new material though that will be on the final). A dreaded week of every quarter, and oh so easily forgotten once Week 1 rolls back around and we're happily discovering the quirks or pains of each new class that we enrolled in.

One of the perks of Dead Week though, is Primal Scream, whose name I believe is borrowed from Harvard (but the actual event is quite different: Harvard's Primal Scream involves streakers doing a lap around the quad). Every night of Dead Week, at midnight, everyone opens their windows or steps outside and lets out a howl at the top of their lungs. In that howl is all of the worries, troubles, stresses, tribulations, and problems that accompany everyday life. (actually, the name makes much more sense for our event than for Harvard's.)

I've got a few finals coming up in the week after next, and hopefully I can jump through all of the hoops that are set up for me. Fingers crossed?