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Tuesday. 10.27.09 8:19 pm
I pulled an all-nighter for the research paper and then went to my morning classes. The FBI session was supposed to be at 1:50pm so I decided to take a nap and set the alarm for 12:50pm. I woke up at 4:13pm.
Thursday. 10.29.09 12:32 am
English Research Paper
General Topic: Apocalypse
My Chosen Topic: Children
I didn't put a lot of thought into it. It's a first draft in every sense; unpolished, not re-read, just segments forced into a whole. Read and tell me what's what (comment, note me or send me an email to: [email protected]).
Plus, I just realized I didn't mention 'apocalypse' beyond the title. ._.;; Because I already wrote about the apocalypse and its relation to my topic in my proposal...my bad...
Thanks! I really appreciate it. ^0^
Btw: I put this up on my Facebook/Blog, too. There's only 10 downloads allowed so tell me if you guys can't download from that link. I'll put up another one.
IIIII'M SOOO HAPPY!!!!
Thursday. 10.29.09 3:13 am
It's been killing me that I don't have my Google Calendar on the go. I FINALLY SYNC-D IT WITH MY PHONE!! No, I don't have an android phone or a Blackberry or a Google phone. No, I didn't download a separate application. I just used the mobile notification thing. Seriously, I never knew what that thing was for. And then, I googled "google calendar sony ericsson phone" took a look at a few things and found it!!! I'm so happy!
Now, I just have to wait for my "Day" notification at 5am to know that it is really working. But I can't wait until 5 am. I have to sleep. Whatever.
I cut my hair ALL BY MYSELF.
Friday. 10.30.09 3:35 pm
...and that's it. That's the gist of it.
I cut my bangs all by myself. *proud* =D
Saturday. 11.3.12 3:22 pm
A great yet not so lengthy time ago, I was half-heartedly going through the tables of available classes for the next semester. It was mid-August and I'd finally gotten around to forcing myself to register. You can guess my level of enthusiasm then at the prospect of continuing my college education at that particular institution. As the search continued, I realized I really did not want to pay for anything listed. There was no financial aid available to me from FAFSA, family or otherwise. I paid my own damn way and honestly, I didn't think those classes were worth my money.
I wanted to shoot myself in the head. The quality of education sucked that much. "Most bang for your buck"? Not in my book. You get exactly what you pay for. I went from the Undergraduate Dean's List, with my lowest grade being an A-, down to a semester GPA under 3.0 and obviously, no spot on the Dean's List.
I did not go through with registration.
No one knew. The next few months passed uneventfully with a bit of acting on my part. Shockingly, my mother actually paid the minimal attention needed to notice and start getting suspicious.
As a rule, I don't like to lie. I'll admit it: I'm a goody-two-shoes. One of my few role models is Mother Teresa. I try to be as good, kind, understanding, and loving as possible. Sometimes that causes problems, because I AM human after all and a girl too. I'll talk more about that another time.
Instead of lying, I would omit or say little white lies that were intentionally misleading. I didn't need her all up in my business or any more of her brand of "pot calling the kettle black". I can't say I was successful, but I didn't completely fail in my deception either. See, her habit has always been to notice things and then do nothing about them. A huge red and yellow warning sign can be flashing right in her face, but she never takes enough interest or give enough of a damn to do anything. All she cares about is herself. She is selfish and stupid. So be it. Makes it all the easier to get my plan off without a hitch.
I needed a change of scenery badly and there was more than enough money in my account. You're only young once and when is the next time I'll be free enough to just up and leave the country so easily? So I planned a little voyage overseas and again, told no one about it. Researched all the necessary documents for my visa, hostels, financials... I needed at least one person in the family to know where I was going. One day, I let my aunt into my plan. She helped me figure out the best dates to leave and even bought my tickets for me. Next, I told my father. That went surprisingly well.
I began to drop hints around my mother. In accordance with her habit described above, she pretended they didn't exist. When I finally told her straight out, she told me "No" and thought that was that. Little did she know, I wasn't asking for permission. I let it go and continued with my preparations. I mentioned it again and again, as usual she took no notice.
We had dinner together the night before my scheduled departure. Midway through the meal, I took out my ticket information and showed it to my mother. She took one look and said with a very rarely, if ever, seen parent-like attitude "We'll talk about this later."
She finally realized I wasn't joking and I was going whether she liked it or not. There was nothing she could do to stop me. "If you can't beat them, join them!" You can say she did that. She even lamented at one point that night while I ran around packing my suitcase, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have friends who know people there! I could have set things up for you!"
Really, mother? No, you wouldn't have. That was hi-larious!
So I went off on my trip! Had a great time and fell in love with the city, country, the people. I would love to go back again and would be if...well, that's a story for another day. I can tell you it was an experience like no other and the decision to leave is not one I regret. It changed me and I am happier now.
Hope you enjoyed today's story! Thank you for all the comments on my last post. =)
Monday. 1.4.10 9:27 pm
I'm currently attending a week-long program called a Pre-Law Boot Camp. Today is the first day and tonight's assignment is to draft a personal statement for law school.
I don't really have a reason for going. Beyond that my skills fit. And that I kinda like to argue... Now how do I write a compelling, not run-of-the-mill personal statement? Needless to say, but here I am saying it, I'm stuck. It's due tomorrow 9am. I'm in the computer lab bc my internet is being flaky again. School closes in an hour? Less than that? I need to pretty much get it done before then.
I doubt any of you will read or respond in time. Sigh.
Monday. 1.11.10 3:31 pm
After much writer's block, I wrote something. I had been avoiding the topic for a long time. I wrote about it in my personal statement to get into the program, but they were adamantly against discussing our previous statements. Which of course ended up making me very wishy washy about writing about that topic again. And...other stuff. Anyway, I wrote it and got second place. Whatever. How the hell am I supposed to compete with a girl who has a schizophrenic mother?
Blah. At work. I haven't had lunch and I still need to work. =(
Eye, eye, cap'n
Tuesday. 11.24.09 8:59 am
That reminds me, I wanna eat Cap'n Crunch.
Anyhoo. I woke up with one of my eyes swollen shut. I freaked out. I thought my eye might be messed up for good. I was so scared. Both eyes were blurry at first, but one started clearing up way faster than the other one. The one that didn't seemed to have some obstruction blocking my view. Do you know how scary that is? It's fuckin' scary, that's what. Especially when I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water everywhere and I just couldn't see through that eye. It scared the living daylights outta me. I put my finger on my eyeball and I could feel it was rough and bumpy. That's not how an eyeball should feel! Freaked me out even more. But then eventually, I was able to remove the obstruction and now I'm just swollen.
I was supposed to have a presentation this morning. Obviously I couldn't make it. Contrary to my Asian mother's beliefs, I doubt I could have dared crossing the street with blurry watery swollen eyes. I'm glad I didn't try. My eyes are better now, but I doubt it would have been in time for class. My first is already way past half over. I only have two classes today.
Ay...back to bed. Hope for the best = not so swollen by the next time I wake up.
Btw: I didn't sleep until 5am working on that presentation / proofreading the papers of two other classmates also due today. Great how that worked out for me.
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