- Never bring something you love that cannot be purchased to any place but your room. I sometimes bring my little pillow with me when I spend a couple nights at places. Never have I forgotten it somewhere until '08.
- Choose roommates wisely when staying in a hotel room. They will leave their shit in the way, wake you up in the middle of the night, and do annoying ass things.
- Constantly signing onto AIM will do nothing but remind you how lonely you are.
- Drug addicts believe that they can hide the fact that they are smoking weed at a bus stop by turning to the side of the bench.
- I am related to a real life troll.
- It's extremely hard to get a reservation at Dorsia.
- There are guys who get in their cars that are filled with balloons, reverse into a car, and have the nerve to say "you weren't there a second ago". No, bitch. We were there longer than that.
- People still don't know the difference between "your" and "you're".
- Bus drivers are actually celebrity look-a-likes. I have seen James Avery (uncle from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air), some dude from MadTV, and a skinnier Soulja Boy.
- Even if you delete Tom off MySpace, he will still try to let you know what he's doing through Friend Updates.
- A philistine is a guy who doesn't care about books and interesting films and things.
- Political Science will screw you over.
- It takes me forever to finish a book because once I put it away, I forget about it.
- You don't have to leave the house to have fun with family. In fact, sometimes you don't even need to talk to each other. All you need are laptops and movies.. and cookies.
- No matter how long you play, you will never finish Monopoly.
- Xzibit heard you like something so he's going to put that something into a something so you can enjoy that something while you something.
- I look like Onch when my hair is at a certain length.
- Original yogurt with Rasberry Mochi at the Peach Pitt is derricious.
- Diana gets really mean late at night. She'll yell at you for being loud, kick you out of the room, and complains about being hot, but refuses to take off her blanket.
- Jimmy loves butterfly kisses. I don't.
- Kevin falls asleep a lot during movies.
- If you don't wear a C, you will J all over your B's.
As many people know, I still sleep with a little pillow I've had since I was born. I brought it with me to Rancho Cordova since I was spending a week there. I usually don't bring it because I never usually spend many days at a time there. However, this time I forgot to bring it back with me.
I woke up in the morning with this piercing pain in my side. I thought I was still dreaming or someone must have hit me while I was asleep. No, it wasn't any of that. I was wide awake, but in severe pain.
Greetings from Rancho Cordova. I've been spending my time here since Saturday afternoon. I'll probably come home on Saturday. I usually spend Christmas with my mom and dad, but I didn't feel like doing that this year. It's time I branched out and spent more time with cousins on my dad's side.
Diana: Sorry, Connie but I was bored when you were sleeping and couldn't help myself. Your blog is now holiday-fied.
Diana made it.
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PSST! Yo, this is Diana typing right now. If you want to see the phases of making Connie's new blog banner, go to my blog. [Click here]
It's been two days. My dad keeps waking me up to tell me the army is trying to call me. Each time he gives me the phone, I hang up. He thinks that I'm scared of the army. I'm not scared of the army, I'm against the war. The war is useless. Why would I want to contribute to it? Then my dad has the nerve to say, "would you rather have them call Ben and Diana?"
Excuuuuuuussseeeee meeeeee? So you WANT me to go? You would rather have me deal with it then them? What makes you think that if I tell them no or tell them that I have health issues, that they wouldn't eventually try to contact them too? What a jerk!
I love re-runs. Especially House re-runs.
One day I will own House DVD's. (Or at least the latest seasons)
I get super excited whenever I see a House re-run on TV.
I don't really know why.
Well, I do know why.
It's a brilliant show.
It's my favorite.
Well, one of my favorites.
This post was a waste of time.
I wanted to post something. Anything. This is what I came up with. Mainly because I wrote down House re-run schedules for December 15-26.
Sorry.
I saw these things being sold at Macy's. I don't even know what to say about it. So freaking creepy and wrong.
It's
a
frickin'
purse.
In high school, everything was pretty routine. If I wasn't up late working on English homework, I'm watching TV, on the internet, or sleeping. I always knew what time it was by how I was feeling.
I was always wide awake around 10-11AM, dead tired by 1PM, and extremely exhausted by 11PM.
Now that my schedule is run according to me, I'm not quite used to anything yet. I wake up every Monday and Wednesday at 7:20AM, but I'm always randomly waking up at 6AM. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I wake up at 9:00AM. I always randomly wake up around 8AM.
There are days where I don't really have any homework to do, but then there are also the days where I'm swamped. Either way, I'm always in front of my laptop. My music is on 80% of the time. I try to be productive, but I always end up in front of the laptop. Sometimes I'm not even doing anything on the laptop. Sometimes I just sit there and stare at the screen. There's nothing happening on the screen, yet my eyes stay fixated.
It burns my eyes. It makes me feel exhausted. It never feels like a certain time anymore. It's 8:48PM but it feels like it's 11PM.
My memory and concentration has also changed. Most of the time I don't even remember what I'm listening to. I'll stare at the screen and a song is playing, but I don't notice the song is playing until way later. Sometimes I'll try to grab something within arms reach, but I immediately forget what I was reaching for. This problem was never an issue before. It never really happened before. It happens way too often now.
It must be the stress. Yes, it must be that. It must be my mind finally realizing that everything I do from now on is up to me. No more being babied. No more counselor or teacher telling me what classes I should take, what classes I need to do better in, and what teachers I have to automatically take.
Maybe I just need more sleep. Maybe I'm in need of therapy.
Maybe I should just relax.
I'm not even allowed to register until tomorrow. I'm freaking out! The classes I want are being filled up!!
