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| So I know school is around a month away, but summer's totally coming to an end! It's gone by so fast and slow. Like I'm either at school or internship, so it's been pretty slow, and since it's been pretty slow, it hit me as such as surpise that it's almost September! I have like 14 days of work left. Maybe less. And I have two projects that I need to complete before I leave. (I'm stressed about this, yet I'm surfing online, oh wells.) One of them, if I don't complete, i GUESS it's okay cuz I can work from my own computer. And the other one, well, I wouldn't really mind if I don't complete it. Who wants do to auditing? Digging up files from 2004 from the warehouse. It's like a huge savenger hunt, and a not-very-fun-one at that. I'll look for stuff, and come across a box from 1988, and I'm like, "Wow! I was born then" and then get depressed cuz I just realized HOW MANY boxes there are. And I learned that banker boxes are not very good chairs. Found 2 boxes of invoices. One box is invoices filed from B-L, another M-Z. So where the heck is A?!? And next friday, my boss and the other intern isn't going to be here, so that means I have to come in and do all commission work which means I can't even work on my projects on Friday. Anyways, looking foward to school, because I realized that the real-world SUCKS! Waking up early, and stuff. Gosh. And it's only going to get worse. Working at a job that pays too litte, while raising kids, and trying to buy a house/car/yacht/mansion/...trailer/cardboard box (aka shelter!). FUN!! | | |
| i know a lot of my views are quite feministic or liberal and stuff. but i don't think this is one of them.
i don't like it when people casually throw around the word "rape." i believe that that should be offensive to everyone. when did it become okay to throw around a word that means a sexual attack? there's nothing funny about that. and there's nothing funny about sexually attacking your tests. so don't throw the word around like it means nothing because it IS offensive.
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It’s interesting as I sit here studying and doing work.
Going into finals, my highest grade is in a class that I never go (it’s at 9 in
the morning). And lowest is a class that I attend fairly often, but never stay
awake. Though I attend one class and not the other, the end result is the same:
I get anything out of it, one because I’m physically not there and the other
because I’m not awake to perceive the information. So is one the highest grade
and the other the lowest? Both I would say are moderate easy classes. Perhaps,
the class I do not attend, I realize that I’m not there and thus put more
effort into learning it on my own. And the class that I do attend, however not
conscious during the lecture, I reason that I’m already at lecture and don’t
study for it as much. It’s interesting how our brain does stuff like this. How
easy it is to trick our brain.
Well, this year’s coming to an end, I guess I have mixed
feelings about it. One hand, eager for school to end, but I don’t want to end
this college lifestyle and experience. I love living in the dorms, well except
for a few weird people that I live with. And I just don’t want freshman year to
end. I’ve had so much fun this year. Learned so much about myself. Probably
really studied for the first time in my life. Discovered what I like learning
about. Discovered that I hate math. Found independence. Maybe took my
newly-found freedom a little far. But I sobered-up (literally). And strangely
enough, in a few classes, learning was fun. It was weird and new for me to sit
in class and be like this is interesting, I want to learn more about it. And
enjoyed having intellectual conversations about it. But of course, there’s
those classes that you hate with a passion. Well, it’s been a great year. I
loved it. But all good things must come to an end. And I think I’m ready to
face it. It’s okay, because I know I’ll have just as much fun as this year. And
maybe get my act together for school and possibly raise my GPA? Haha. We’ll
see. One thing at a time.
College was just so much fun, everything about it. I’m
really glad I choose here instead of Irvine.
I just don’t think I would have as much as fun there. It’s been a great
experience, found a great group of friends, a great team and a great community.
Probably going to get all emotional when we move out. *sigh* it’s funny cuz
right now I’m listening to “all good things come to an end” by miss furtado.
And it’s seriously describing how I feel right now. Like I look forward to
going home and high school friend, but I’m gonna miss what I have here. It’s
really hard to balance both of them. You get less calls as the year goes on,
and you have less time to make calls. It’s sad that you have to lose to gain.
It’s hard to find a middle ground.
Well, I thought I would end with some pretty awesome
memories:
- Late
nights talking in the dorms. So much fun, talking about serious stuff,
talking about nothing, all the same enjoyable.
- Parties..
some were cool, some weren’t. but it’s always fun to watch drunk people
make a fool of themselves.
- Abby’s
party. That was a pretty funny night from what I’ve heard.
- Tahoe
trip. Snowboarded for the first time. Lots of fun. Justin’s awesome cabin.
Let’s do it again!
- Converting
Justin into a girl. Hahaha. “do you need a pad?” “no, thanks, I’m good.”
- Camping
trip. The rain. The prank. The bugs. The fire. The fun.
- Random
Frisbee events. So much fun with these girls.
- Man,
there’s too many, I could go on forever.
It’s so hard to say good-bye. Had to say goodbye to so many
people today, and it’s just really emotional and tough. It’s really hard to
face the fact that you’re probably never going to see some of these people.. or
only a few times, as opposed to being with them all the time. Definitely got
really emotional. And I think it’s really hard to move-out too. Cuz that’s
like.. the finalization of the leaving process. And even though it’s only the
summer, I’m going to miss everyone so much. It’s really hard because everyone
in the dorm, it’s like you lived with them. You see them every single day, eat
together, study together (that is if you choose to study), and all of sudden
they’re gone. I’m definitely going to have Davis-withdraw. It’s really really
sad. I love everyone here, and though most people are coming back, it’s still
not the same.
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| today was an interesting day. had several different emotions.
took my first final. but the start of the events started with a chugging contest of red bull. left me quite wired and could not concentrate and wanted to run a mile or whatever. and jumped down the stairs, flip flop flew off, landed on my heel on the concrete. ouch. and then got into a little fight with suitemates. like i was actually getting pissed, which doesn't happen often. and i just needed to get out and clear my anger. i was really angry for like.. 10 min. so then went to work out. attempted to play squash with slip. that was humorous, and hard. stupid thing doesn't bounce! and then basketball. which was also pretty funny. so exercise is a good mind-clearer. and de-stresser. i learned that for my exb class (my final today) and was able to first hand experience.
i really don't get mad often. nor do i stay mad for very long. but sometimes when i'm mad at people, i'm not able express my anger, and they don't know that i'm mad. and when i get over it.. which is pretty the next day, maybe two days if you really pissed me off, they never realize that i was mad at them to begin with. and then i'm mad at myself that they never knew that i was mad at them. cuz i feel like it's something they should know since they obviously disrespected me in some way. why am i this super happy person? like everyone's first impression of me (and by everyone, i mean my suitemates and others) was like, "i thought you were some super happy asian girl and never got mad and then i realize that you were, never got mad, never depressed, just.. happy" i need to learn to stand up for myself and express myself. let people know when i'm upset with them. not be someone people just test and push my limits. and not someone that you can just mess/disrespect because i'll forget about it and be happy. so pretty much.. i need balls. does that come with a penis too? ... wait, what?
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