Friday, October 31


I think I had an epiphany today. This morning, during my Cluster discussion, this girl in my class just stands up and sort of sways her way over to the door. She stops when my TA asks her if she's ok, then collapses to the floor. Before I knew what was happening, I'm next to her and shaking her awake. She's fine, just tired...and dehydrated from over-partying last night (not that she would admit that to our TA).

Even though nothing really happened, I surprised myself with how quickly I reacted - without hesitating, or even blinking. In my head, I was going over all the steps to CPR/rescue breathing and thinking how unpleasant it would be to give her direct mouth-to-mouth because I had no breathing barrier with me. It wasn't just my ability to recall my lifeguard training that surprised me, but really my readiness to help a complete stranger. After the incident, I looked around the room and realized that only two other people had gotten up out of their seats to help.

I told this to Y, my RA, and said, "it takes a certain type of person to just sit there, unwilling to move when someone clearly needs help," to which he responded with, "and it takes a different kind of person to get up and help without being asked. You'll be surprised how rare this kind of person is." He suggested that perhaps I should become a doctor - a really intense one (think Christina, from Grey's Anatomy). I agree with him, and this is the career path I've chose, at least for now. I think I'm even willing to put up with another two years of chemistry [note hatred from last entry] plus a quarter of biochem to fulfill the Pre-Med requirements.

So, after a good, long blog session, I've [probably over-] analyzed my morning, stopped fuming, and apologized to the girl across the hall [also from last entry], and now I feel much better. Maybe I'll even start studying for chemistry...but that may be seriously overreaching.

Happy Halloween

Last Tuesday, I boarded the Big Blue Bus with the intent of going to Santa Monica, but, being late as usual and spotting a Verizon Wireless store from the bus window, I hopped off midway and found myself somewhere between Brentwood and Third Street Promenade. I walked into Verizon Wireless with a temperamental [Did anyone else know that "temperamental" has that "a" between "temper" and "mental"?] speaker on my cellphone (it only works sometimes), thinking they'd send me away because the phone is otherwise fully functional. I was pleasantly surprised when the employee took a few glances at my almost-one-year-old Motorola Krzr and offered to replace it at no charge. He even transferred all of my contacts, photos, downloaded ringtones, and speed dials into my new phone without asking! No wonder Verizon is consistently rated best in service. Between that and the unbeatable coverage, I'm not sure how anyone can settle for anything less than being IN.

Wednesday morning, I took my LA Cluster midterm. It was surprisingly reasonable, and I emerged from the testing room feeling fairly confident. Still, I'm set on dropping that class as it bores me to death. Only one out of the three professors can hold my attention long enough to get his point across. I would rather take retard-English than suffer through another quarter of that nonsensical, irrelevant course.

Today's chemistry class put me in such a bad mood. I have nothing against my professor, but the way he teaches makes me want to take my own life. I can honestly say I feel as if a boredom knife is stabbing me through the heart...encore et encore et encore. It even sounds excruciating. The worst part is that next semester, I have to take the same professor because he's the only one teaching the class. He has a fucking monopoly on chemistry classes. Tell me, in a capitalist society that thrives with perfect competition, HOW IS THAT FAIR?

[Cute little joke from my chem professor: What is CH2O?]
[Answer: Seawater!]
[See? I actually kind of like the old chap aside from his teaching.]

So I come back to my dorm, fuming the entire time because I don't understand anything in that class. Instead of studying for my midterm, I straightened my hair because I thought that would make me fume less. Apparently, it didn't work because I just exploded at my neighbor across the hall for taking my laundry spot. We both have places to go later, but I signed up for the spot, so I had every right to be angry. Still, I don't think she deserved the multitude of death stares I gave her... maybe I'll go apologize later.

Tonight is Halloween night. What are my plans? Game night on my floor, and a party afterwards. I'm not even in the mood to go out anymore. Fuck chemistry. Fuck my life.

Monday, October 27

Midterms: The Beginning

I brought Lappie with me to class this morning and we actually took notes together. Professor Zasloff, the interesting law professor, lectured today, and kept me entertained the entire time. After the lecture, I returned to my room and had a nice turkey and garlic & herb cheese sandwich. As I was washing the dishes from my lunch, I realized I was late for my Math midterm. I grabbed my bag and ran across the campus, but was still a few minutes late. Even so, I finished the test with time to spare and felt like I did really well, hence the facebook status, "I raped it." One down, three to go!

This was my Math-midterm-conquering outfit:

tunic/dress: Zara
tights: Xhiliration, Target
moccasins: Minnetonka, Nordstrom

I'm now sitting in a midterm review for my LA Cluster with K and TJ, listening to quite possibly the most ridiculous questions being asked. One example: "How should we allot our time between writing short answers and the essay?" Seriously? I can't believe I pushed dinner back for this.

Tomorrow is Tuesday. ME-day! I should probably be studying for my next midterm, but going to Santa Monica is rightfully higher on the priority list.

Sunday, October 26

Warm Fuzzies

Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron complement each other almost too perfectly. They don't even have to fake the chemistry between them on camera. Watching it all in High School Musical 3 was mind blowing. Not only is that movie naively feel-good and cheesy, but the entire cast is adorable (Who can argue against Corbin Bleu's fluffy fro?). So take Gabriella, a curly-haired, beautiful braniac, and Troy, a sensitive jock with beautiful eyes, put them on a rooftop, and watch them sing and dance in the rain. This song is called "Can I Have This Dance." It's my favorite from the movie and it's just magical.

The only thing that bothered me througout the movie was how Gabriella calls her boyfriend "Wildcat" instead of his name. There's a scene in which she actually says, "I love you, Wildcat," as opposed to, "I love you, Troy," which would mean so much more. I forgive her, though.

So I actually went to the El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood to watch a special screening of the movie. They had this little shrine set up outside the theatre:

These are the costumes from the scene "A Night to Remember."
Ahhh, Disney. They know just how to make a movie I want to watch again and again and again. Warm fuzzies all around.

Thursday, October 23


This was me yesterday, without homework:

This is me right now, looking at my essay:

This is what I need to do tomorrow, with my chemistry book:

[pictures from I Can Has Cheezburger]

p.s. I bought shoes today while I was supposed to be writing my essay. I think I've already said how obsessed with shoes I am. I got it from my mom, who has closetfuls of shoes.

Asics: $38

T-Strap sandals: $18

My euphoria after the purchase: priceless

Wednesday, October 22

Just Staring

As I got up late this morning, I was forced to go to class in a sweatshirt and oversized tee. Feeling particularly schlep-y, I returned to my room right after class and changed into one of my little black dresses and felt much better.

I decided to skip math today because we were reviewing the chain rule, again. I was strolling campus aimlessly when I ran into Pretty Boy J. He was hungry, so we sat down inside Ackerman and chatted over my second lunch. In an hour, I had learned way more about him than I had expected. I came to find that Pretty Boy J is far prettier on the inside than he is on the outside, and god knows his outside is pretty (keep in mind that I refer to him as Pretty Boy). After munching, we walked to chem and got there early enough to get a seat towards the front.

After class, Pretty Boy J left with some friends and I nearly walked into R as I was saying goodbye. Never one to pass up an opportunity to socialize, I stayed in the chem courtyard and chatted with him until the shade from the tree moved so far that we were left standing in the over-90-degree heat.

Earlier, P and I were iming via Skype because we were bitching about all the things we couldn't bitch about out loud. She informed me that D was staring at us, and had been for some time. When I looked up and asked what she was doing, she responded with, "Oh, I'm just staring." Now I have to ask, who seriously admits to staring at other people?

My outfit from yesterday (I tend to change during the day if the weather changes):

sweatshirt: UCLA (well, obviously)
leggings: Forever 21
boots: Steve Madden

cardigan: Mossimo, Target
tunic: unknown brand, Crossroads
boots: still Steve Madden

I really need to stop procrastinating and get on top of my school work. (Excuse the image.)


Here, we see brie (Champignon brand, not President) and spreadable garlic & herb cheese on wheat bread (not fresh-baked baguette).

I hate my cluster.

I brought my laptop to my cluster lecture today because I've noticed that most people do. I've also noticed that, within the first ten minutes of class, most people are already well into their mindless Facebook stalking routines. I brought my laptop today not really to Facebook, but mostly to keep me awake in class. Between staring blankly at quite possibly the worst PowerPoint presentation ever made and taking notes via Microsoft Word, I've checked my email, facebooked, and read all the blogs I follow. (A bit counterproductive, I know.)

I was reading A's blog earlier and came across this:

On the left, a video call shot of A (taken by yours truly), and on the right, Kevjumba (taken from his "Girls Are Like M&M's" video.

For a second, I forgot I was sitting in a lecture hall with over a hundred other students. For a second, I forgot I was bored out of my mind. For a second, I laughed out loud and quite a few people stared.

I looked back up at the PowerPoint and realized I now have no idea what my professor is trying to say. She has this unique way of lecturing in a monotonous drone that sounds more like a lullaby than an engaging professor. T and I are counting down to the end of class - 21 more minutes.

This morning, I walked into the hallway in my usual half-asleep, groggy state and was shocked to find Halloween decorations adorning the walls and ceiling. I then remembered that today is All Hill Halloween. UCLA is involved in a program where inner-city kids are transported to the campus to trick-or-treat in the dorms because their own neighborhoods are unsafe. G and I are going to partner up and tour the kiddies around the dorms. Can't wait!

One last thing... I went to Ralph's yesterday to fill my refrigerator and spent over $40 (!!!) on a loaf of bread, a quart of milk, a container of orange juice, a hunk of brie, some spreadable garlic and herb cheese, Kraft American singles, some sliced honey-roasted turkey, yogurt, Nutella, and organic grapes. If you haven't noticed, I really like cheese. Now, this may sounds like a lot, but it didn't even fill two paper bags. Since when were groceries so ridiculously expensive?

...11 minutes to go. Tick tock.

Sunday, October 19


Two types of therapy I find most effective - blog therapy and retail therapy. The first is obvious. There's nothing quite like putting your feelings on the internet for all the world to see. Blogging has this amazing way of taking all the stress away. It's like keeping a diary, except easier and faster for those of us too lazy to write (I actually do both...). Retail therapy works a little differently. Shopping is more mindless and doesn't require coherent thought processes. When I shop, I shut my mind off completely. I then indulge in buying things I don't need and it feels great. I mean, we all know it's bad, but it feels so good.

I was missing thrifting so much when C suggested going to Goodwill, so I went with some friends and bought a few things I couldn't be without: a clear cup (for make-up brushes), a lunchbox, a wool jumper, and a silk top. All of this came out to $9.47. Only at Goodwill can you find silk tops for under three dollars.

That night, I bonded with my floor over dinner and some hang-out time afterwards. I've been doing that a lot lately. I figure I'll be here for a whole year, so I should at least attempt to know the people I live with. A highlight from the evening: R was the victim of our pointing-and-laughing when he couldn't understand why reading "Iam sofa king we todd id" out loud was so funny.

I remember one of my first Psychology classes at Lowell when Ms. Kwong, my teacher, asked the class which statement we identified with more - "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" or "Out of sight, out of mind." At the time, I chose the latter, but now I'm not so sure anymore.

Friday, October 17

Still homesick... Damn.

It's so difficult to get to know a new place. I love seeing new places, but I like the comfort of familiarity. I love meeting new people, but I miss my friends back home. I miss the people who get me - who, at times, know me better than I know myself. I miss not getting lost on my way to class. I miss knowing exactly which bus to take to get wherever I want to go. I miss the way my parents tell me I stay up too late. In short, I miss home. I miss home so so so much.

Speaking of parents, P asked me why I talk to my mom every night. She went on to make a rather critical comment about how I'm now in college and shouldn't talk to my parents all the time. Alright, that hurt. I tried explaining to her that my mom is my best friend, and like most best friends, we spend a lot of time talking to each other. I'm pretty sure this open communication is a sign of a healthy relationship with my parents. Am I wrong? I mean, however far away I may be, I'll always be their daughter, and they'll always be my parents. Just because I don't live with them anymore doesn't mean we have to grow apart, right? And to be frank, almost everyone I've discussed the matter with talks to their parents every night, too. That's right. Every single night. I'm not saying all of this to prove how I'm right and she's wrong, but really, every parent-child relationship is different, and she shouldn't have criticized mine for being different from hers. Of course I didn't say all of this to her. I was too busy fuming... damn.

So, on a less I'm-really-homesick and I'm-really-defensive note, my floor designated Fridays to be game nights. Yesterday, we played a very intense game of Taboo. Being the captain of the losing team, N agreed to dye his hair blue. The color, though blindingly bright on the box, came out quite nice on his head. I just have to give him kudos for being such a great sport and actually following through with the hair dye.

Early this morning, I went to bed at 3:30, after Skyping A for a very long time. Five hours later, I woke up to go to the UCLA vs. Stanford football game. The first three quarters passed slowly and disappointingly. Our team made an epic comeback in the last quarter, winning the game by making touchdown in the last five seconds. Watching this gave every single bruin or bruin fan in the stadium a rush of adrenaline like no other. We then high-fived and embraced even strangers sitting near us. It made sitting under the sun in unforgiving Pasadena heat seem worthwhile, but what goes up must come down, right? Our happiness was dampened by our bus breaking down in the middle of the freeway on our way back to UCLA. The driver made us get out of the bus and wait on the side of the freeway for rescue buses. These rescue buses already had people on them, so we had to sit on the floor all the way back to campus.

I've had these pictures, but haven't posted them yet, so...
(I know they look identical, but look closely... They're not.)

dress: Japan
flip flops: Rainbow
sunglasses: a gift from UCLA's Blue & Gold Week

I just saw this amazing bag at Old Navy for just $12.99.

This makes me want to go shopping tomorrow. Oh, and I talked to R and told her all about how no one thrifts here in LA. I miss her so much!

p.s. A friend asked me a few days ago to remove her name from my blog. I had unintentionally said something that she didn't want the world to know. So, I've taken to writing just first initials of names, an idea I got from C, also known as noncommittal. Just wanted to give her credit for that.

Thursday, October 16


This morning, I took my first quiz in discussion. When our TA called time, J just looked over at me and shook his head. It was that bad. I've been studying like crazy for Chem lately. I'm so frustrated because it seems like all my studying is amounting to nothing. After all my hours of hard work, fundamentals still seem difficult, and it takes me a long time to work though simple problems, like deriving empirical formulas.

Anyways, back to J for a second. That boy has the most amazing, piercing eyes I have ever seen. Our friend, L, who has read the entire Twilight series, convinced him to audition for a part in one of the Twilight movies as a vampire because the vampires apparently have beautiful eyes. All I could think was, I definitely wouldn't mind watching a movie with him in it. Rawr! He's going out dancing tonight. When asked if I wanted to go with him, I almost cried (on the inside) when I realized I had to say I couldn't. See, I promised myself I would never again go out on Thursday nights because I have early class on Fridays. So, that's that. Pretty boy J is going dancing tonight...alone.

I'm sorry. Really, I'm so sorry...but I have to get this off my chest. I've talked to P about this and she totally agrees.

10 Things I Hate About My Roommate:
1) She never takes out the recycling.
2) She never vacuums, even though she says she will.
3) She never refills the water filter, even though she uses it daily.
4) She used out all of P's Kleenex and left the empty box standing on her shelf.
5) She uses our laptops because she doesn't have one. There is a computer lab downstairs.
6) She uses our cellphones because she doesn't have one.
7) She refuses to keep the door open. (Hello, antisocial?)
8) She uses massive amounts of disgustingly musky perfume with the window closed.
9) She stares at me while I put on make up in the morning.

Last Sunday, her boyfriend decided to pay her a visit at 7:30am. Instead of knocking on the door as normal people generally do, this guy tries to break down the door by banging on it. I was woken up by that, and her shrieking "OH MY GOD!" when she answers the door. She introduces me as "my roommate" instead of Melinda, which I resent because A) I was in my pajamas in bed so she shouldn't have been talking to me in the first place, and B) I HAVE A NAME - of course I'm her roommate...who else would be sleeping in that bed?! Anyways, she lets him and his friend in and they decide to watch YouTube videos - at 7:30 in the morning while I'm still in bed.

My second encounter with the boyfriend: I'm at my desk doing homework and he walks in with my roommate. She reintroduces me as "Mel" and I explain that I was in bed this morning while he was here. Instead of apologizing for waking me up, he bluntly says "oh, so you're Mel," to which I respond, "yes, I am."

My last encounter with said boyfriend: I walk back into the room for my Periodic table and find him making out with my roommate on her bed.

I'm so frustrated that I got a shitty roommate with a shitty boyfriend. Please excuse my language, but...UCLA totally fucked up with our fucking roommate assignments. This girl isn't compatible with P or me at all. WHAT A BITCH.

Saturday, October 11

Lowell Day

I woke up to a call from Greg this morning. We went to brunch and chit-chatted about this past week. The craziest sounds come out of that boy when we talk.

After brunch, I met up with DENNIS HO, who came to visit his sister (and me!). We, along with Connie, Karrie, and Jon, explored campus and went on a coupon-redeeming spree. Highlights of the trip include investigating the inside of Royce Hall, and Connie capturing Dennis, Jon, and me taking turns mounting the bruin bear.

As I was finishing up my shower routine, I got a call from Connie. She informed me that the group would be picking me up to take Dennis and Eleanor to Diddy Reise. Having already brushed my teeth, I decided I wouldn't get ice cream, but went with them anyways. I'm so glad I went because this is what happened while we were walking back.

Me: [insert dirty comment here]
Connie: "You can dip it in my milkshake."
John: (turns around) "What did you say!?"
Boy-whose-name-I-have-yet-to-learn: (turns to look at me and Connie, right before walking straight into a pole, and ricocheting right back)

As Yesenia said, "that was gold." I hadn't laughed that hard in so long, and I welcomed the feeling of being out of breath from laughter. Thanks, Boy.

When I got back to my dorm room, I found myself reminiscing about the past four years. I think the presence of Dennis and Eleanor made me realize how much I miss my high school friends. I then found myself feeling quite sad as I'd love to keep in touch with all of my friends from Lowell, but I should know better. I need to accept that people move on and things change. I need to give it time, though - I'm not ready to let go just yet. I find it comforting to know that I won't have to worry about losing my closest friends. I believe some things do last forever.

On a different note (the musical kind!), there are few songs I feel are truly beautiful, but I've fallen in love with a song called Love Story, by Taylor Swift. I saw the video yesterday and it swept me away with its pretty melody and powerful (if cheesy) lyrics. Because of that one song, I've actually started to like Taylor Swift, even though she generally sings country music and looks like a cat. Since UCLA frowns upon illegal downloading, I have the song bookmarked on YouTube. Seriously, it's beautiful.

Speaking of YouTube, HappySlip made a poignant video doing a cover of Rihanna's "Take A Bow." She wrote her own lyrics to accompany the comely melody of the song because she felt Rihanna's were a bit too harsh. I think she did a wonderful job with it. Aside from sharing her lyrics, she also entertains with her skills on the piano, powerful vocals, and cutesy comments. You can see the video here.

Pictures will come when I charge my camera. The YouTube videos should be plenty entertaining for now.

Friday, October 10

I finally uploaded pictures.

I went clubbing last night. I had fun, but I probably would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't stayed up until 3am the previous night studying chemistry. The club was decent, and good music was playing (at least I recognized most of the songs). By the end of the night, though, I was so exhausted and so over my aching feet, horny guys, and drunk girls. This is what I wore. (Notice the 4" heels.) The second picture is one of me being vain in front of the mirror.

silk tank: Express
jeans: Hudson, Bloomingdales
oxfod booties(!): Fioni, Payless

I stumbled back into the dorm room, showered, and fell into bed after 3am, again. I got up 4 and half hours later and have been tired ever since. As I was walking up the stairs, an epic yawn came over me and I tripped. Thankfully, it was too early in the morning for anyone to be awake to see me fall.

So I was posting a comment on a friend's Blogger earlier and it occurred to me that these security measure things...

...always fluster me. Am I the only one who has trouble making out letters in these boxes?

Also, one of my roommates has gotten pretty sick, so to prevent myself from getting whatever virus she's carrying, I stopped by the student union to pick up some Emergen-C.

Everyone who has had Emergen-C knows that the stuff tastes like powdered children's vitamins...and not the good kind, so to encourage myself to keep drinking it, I treat myself to a gummy every time I finish 2 oz. (I'm taking around 16 oz.)

And since I finally uploaded pictures, here's a shot of my new hair:

People kept walking past me the first week I got it because no one recognized me anymore. So now you know, and you can say hi to me when you see me. :)

Thursday, October 9


I was really productive today. After my Chem tutoring session, I got together with a small group to do Calculus homework and study Chem. I really love Calculus. I understand a great deal more now that I'm learning the principles a second time.

Tonight was about floor bonding - getting to know each other on a personal level and sharing our "secrets." It was a worthwhile experience, although I wish I had known it would take so long. I would have done more homework beforehand.

I got back to my room shortly before midnight and decided to study Chem (specifically, Stoichiometry and other fundamentals) some more. By the end of the study session, I could balance equations, and work out empirical/molecular formulas, something I was really proud of even though most people learned it in their sophomore year of high school.

Because there wasn't a new episode of Gossip Girl this week, I found myself drooling over pictures of the cast on

Penn Badgley, Chace Crawford, and Ed Westwick. They are the reasons why "prep" is such a turn on for so many girls. They are also the reasons why Gossip Girl is the single show I follow religiously. I would probably sell my soul to meet this cast... or even just Leighton Meester.

Here, she's dressed up as Blair Waldorf, but you have to admire her daring, darling style whether or not she's in character. Who else could pull off that floral bubble hem sundress with matching pumps and pearl earrings?

Tuesday, October 7

Some Alone Time

Today, I got up without an alarm clock. I went to the Clinique counter in our student store for a free consultation, then headed over to the gym for a workout. In the afternoon, I bussed out to a mall in search of a Sanrio, but found a Payless instead. As Payless was having its trademark BOGO (Buy One Get One half off) sale, I bought these patent oxford booties with a slick 4" heel:

and these double-strap Mary Janes with covered heels (half off!!):

And it all came out to under $50. Mmmm, gotta love Payless. I mean, designer shoes are wonderful to gawk at, but I couldn't imagine actually wearing down the heels on a pair of $500 Jimmy Choos.

Tuesdays have become my designated me-days as I don't have classes that day. Our dorms are so close-knit. I mean, I love the social aspect of that, but I miss the calm and quiet of having my own room. I like having a day that I can spend alone - strolling through campus, sitting under a tree, shopping in Westwood - without having to deal with other people. I will admit that sounds a bit antisocial, but I do need time to myself every once in a while, and once a week is pretty reasonable.

I think most of us are at the point where the novelty of college is wearing off and we're starting to miss the familiar things of home - friends, family, our own beds. It's makes me sad that I won't be seeing old friends until Thanksgiving, when I fly back for three days. I'm glad there are so many things going on here to keep me busy, so I don't miss home as much.

Is anyone else excited for the premiere of Disney's High School Musical 3? UCLA is taking us to the El Capitan theatre in Hollywood the night of the premiere, so I'm really looking forward to that! Besides, the whole cast is adorable, and I love Vanessa Hudgens's style!

Sunday, October 5

I miss you.

Just a few days ago, I sat at my desk admiring all of the pretty pictures I had put up when I realized I have no pictures of my family. I then wondered what kind of person puts up prints of friends, cute animals, and scenery around the room, and forgets to bring one of family. I guess I'm just missing home. And it doesn't help that I'm skyping the people I miss. Seeing them does make me happy, but the moment I sign off, I start to miss them again.

Yesterday, a few friends and I went to Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica. That place is truly a shopper's paradise. I can't wait to keep exploring the different parts of LA. Public transportation isn't that bad...

I'm looking to buy a mini-fridge for my dorm room. Yes, I know it's late, but whatever. I think I'm getting the Haier. At 4.0 cubic feet, it's around $140. If you know of a cheaper one, or one that comes in colors other than black, white, and silver, please let me know.

Michelle left a comment on my Facebook that said she and Dennis are coming to LA this weekend! This couple of lines on my wall made my entire day. I asked Alex to come down with them. Ohhh, I'm so excited!

So I know it's bad to complain about roommates, but I just woke up not to my alarm clock, but to a conversation being held by my roommates at 9am. Now I love both of them, but do they really need to speak so loudly in the morning? I personally really enjoy quiet mornings when I'm lost in thought, undisturbed by other voices. And I'm completely disoriented in the morning, so anything I try to say would come out kind of funny anyways... Plus, there is a reason I scheduled my first class for 11am. I'm really not a morning person. That is all.

The USB cord hasn't moved since my last post. Pictures still to come later.


The UC quarter system doesn't allow us to take Columbus Day off. This means two things:
1) Michelle/Dennis/Alex can't visit.
2) For the first time in the history of my education, I have to go to school on Columbus Day.

Saturday, October 4

Stupid For You

This past week, I've been trying out for different a cappella groups. I sang "Stupid For You," by Marié Digby over and over again, and it's been stuck in my head for quite some time now. If you haven't heard it yet, go listen. I got called back to one out of the three groups I auditioned for, but I decided not to go because it was an all-girls group. I'm not sure why I even auditioned in the first place as I'm all for co-ed when it comes to singing. I hear back from my last audition tonight. Wish me luck?

Chemistry has been kicking my butt lately. I'm so lost during lectures, and if possible, even more lost during discussion. I considered dropping, but as I'm taking entry-level Chem, there isn't a lower-level class I could take. I'm determined to pass this class, and determined to not let my lack of high school Chemistry hold me back. I went to the library and checked out a beginning Chemistry textbook, titled Introduction to Chemistry, and I've been reading it on my own. I know it's rather pretentious of me to say this, but I've never been fazed by classes before. I've always been at the top of my academic game, which is why this is so frustrating for me.

Last night, Huberman took us out to another party. I played my first real game of beer pong, and won! Who would have thought my hand-eye was that good? Not me, for sure. I also met this guy I went to elementary school with! The really amazing thing is that we still remembered each other even though he's a grade older than me. What an incredibly small world. Now I know drinking isn't good, but you have to admit it's strangely satisfying/entertaining to watch your friends when they're drunk. So even though the party ended up getting broken up by police (like every other party on Frat row), it was a good night.

I'm going to my second football game tonight. It starts at 7:15pm, so it'll be nice and chilly in the stadium. I can't wait to soak up the cold.

I have some pictures on my camera, but I don't feel up to standing up and getting the usb cord to upload them, so pictures to come later...