Foresight

I believe days have themes to them. The theme for Friday is foresight. I knew I would get lost on my way to Jacksonville: I got lost 5 times. What was normally an hour and a half drive became for me a three hours. I got lost in Gainesville and lost an hour there, and then I got lost in Jacksonville and spent a good thirty minutes trying to get back on the right road. Today was just a bad driving day in general, because I only got three or four hours of sleep, and I ran quite a few red lights today.

The second run in with my intuitive capabilities came just half an hour ago. Right now it's 1:52, so it would have been 1:20 when it happened, but I still consider this Friday night rather than Saturday morning. Anyway, my Ate Beth and I went to the karaoke bar, which was virtually empty when we first arrived. We got to take turns in singing songs. And then, there was a contest wherein you sing, and the machine grades you: if you score a 97 or above, you are in the championship karaoke competition. The machine does not accept musical stylings or anything of the kind, so When I sang "Colors of the wind," it gave me an 80-something. I've learned not to consider criticism that comes from a brainless entity. Anyway, the entrance fee was two dollars. I initially said no, because I never got above a 90 on that thing, let alone a 97, but I gave in during the middle of the competition anyway. People began filling up the place, and I sang Britney Spears' "baby one more time." People were hootin', and I was shakin' my tailfeather, and everyone shook their heads with dismay as they saw a "76" flash on the screen. Oh well...

Anyway, I got off track of my original story and started talking about myself (how vain). The story is about my Ate Beth. So, she first entered the competition singing Abba's "Chiquitita," which she scored a 96 on. That was in itself a travesty. She didn't want to sing again, but all thes people kept encouraging her, and sure enough, she gave in. She didn't know which Tagalog song to sing, so she handed me two papers with the names on them. I chose one, and she sang it, and she scored a 99! I knew she would make it.

So, now it's 2 AM, and I'm tired. I planned on studying my chemistry notes right now, but I'd rather flush it down the toilet. So, I think I'll just turn in for the night.

That bio test was a walk in the park; it was as easy as pie; it was as easy as yo momma, fo' sheezy!

I needed some happiness amidst all the stress I've been under, and what better form for happiness to take than as a reward for hard work?

And on the other end of the spectrum, hard work does not always pay off, because I was up until three in the morning trying to finish that thermodynamics homework. Around two I realized that it was pointless in trying to understand, so I made an attempt to just write some BS and receive partial credit, but how can you BS something that makes no sense at all? So, I turned in the incomplete homework in to Professor Lear. I hope that he at least gets a good laugh out of it. But, I'd rather not dwell on this humiliation right now.

Pressure isn't always messured in kiloPascals

It's especially sad that I'm now saying things that only a true physics or engineering student would appreciate, so sorry non-scientist people. Anyway:

I have 7 days to understand 3 chapters of physics
I have 4 days to master acid/base reactions
I have a 12 hours to understand the difference between meiosis and mitosis
And, I have a thermodynamics homework due 7:25 tomorrow morning, and not even half of it is done.

I'm supposed to be going to Jax this weekend too for my cousin's b-day; I'll definitely go, but I can't guarantee that I won't bring my homework along. =( unhappy times

I looooove my gator chair

Thank you, Michael, the chair is awesome. It is just so comfortable, and now it sits in the middle of my bedroom. I'm putting the embedded cupholder to use as we speak!

What else is there to say? I thought today was going to be awful, but I'm just so happy because of the chair. ahhhhh...

Discord in room 302

The roommate in bedroom D, Johnae, has totally gotten on our nerves. At first, she only slightly annoyed me, but she managed in a few months to cutt herself off from most everyone's good graces. Now, we just put up with her. The ironic thing is, she says she wants everyone to be truthful to her: "I'm a straightforward person, and I'd appreciate it if you would tell me whatever is bothering you." We know her too well for that. She takes anything and everything to be about her, and she is overly sensitive on anything you say (or don't say) to her. So, it's better off that we don't tell her anything and let her believe that we're all getting along just dandy.

Grace, our unofficial and somewhat obnoxious fifth roommate, had something else in mind. She confronted the seldom-seen Johnae and asked her straight up: Where have you been all weekend when Adriane needed help? Johnae did not have a retort, and she kicked Grace out of her room.

So that is our drama, in a nutshell.

i'm gonna be rich someday....

I try to tell myself that as I go through the mounds of homework that have piled up on my desk. It's awful, and I an desperately searching for the light at the end of the tunnel. But just as I find a way out, more homework comes avalanching in, creating a new (though somewhat foreseen) obstruction in my search for happiness.

I should have seen it when I decided to major in engineering. Maybe because at one point I saw myself as invincible and having the ability to take on anything, I chose my major. I love the oooohs and ahhhhs that followed whenever I said "Biological Engineering for pre-med (with a minor in Biodynamics)," and I still do, but now I see why everyone made a big deal out of it. If my life were an ocean, then my social life right now would be one of those tiny krills that get swallowed up by the academics whale.

My friend invited me to have dinner tonight. I hadn't seen her in a long time, and at one point we used to see each other everyday. The sad part is that I only saw her everyday because we had a class together. Then, she bailed out of pre-med and is socially thriving in Marketing. Lucky her.

Anyway, she asked me what I had been doing ever since I got back this semester. She had been telling me how she's playing soccer and treasure of a club and going out of town every other weekend and holding a great job as a Real Estate agent (only nineteen), and I am completely floored that she has all that time. It took me a while to respond, because I had to think of the last fun thing I had done. When was the last time I had left the dorm for something fun? I answered with a frown and a shake of my head. Who needs words when melancholy expressions speak volumes?

But, I know that with all this work I'm doing, I'm heading somewhere great-- even if I don't become a heart surgeon or file a patent on a pacemaker prototype. If I'm extremely lucky, then I'll marry someone who can do all that, and all I have to do is look sit and look pretty. Or, I'll be singing in the gas station one day, and some record producer will ask me to come to the studio and make a demo, and I could become a famous pop singer. Not impossible, but improbable... life isn't that perfect. That's why I'm where I am, sacrificing so much for a financially secure future.

And, perhaps I didn't need to choose this road, but I willingly chose it. It's all a matter of who I want to become. I want to be a good role model; I want to have money-- not for my own materialistic self-- but so that I can take care of my family, the way that my family has always taken care of me.

i'm gonna be rich someday...
...but in the meantime I'll be scrambling to get the next assignment turned in on time, and I'll be stressing the night before for a test schedule on the next day. OH WELL!

Sex: recreation vs. reproduction

I heard something on the radio today, that goes like this: "These days, people are using abortion tactics as a means of birth control. What we need is some self control."

Can that be any more of the truth? I mean, these days, we are being taught that it is great to be ourselves, and express ourselves as freely as we want because we're entitled to it. On one end of the spectrum, we see people like Martin Luther King Jr. who rise up against opression, knock down prejudices, and give others a voice and future generations a force. On the other end we see teen prostitutes showcasing themselves on Jerry Springer, making shoutouts to their clients who were unable to come on to the show. And somewhere in the middle, we have weblogs. Freedom in most other countries is a privilege, while America and a few other countries see it as a fundamental right for everybody. These are great rights we are entitled to, but somewhere in the Constitution there should have also been addressed the responsibility and cautiousness we should have in carrying these rights.

It's not just a coincidence that as American morals and modesty plummets to the floor, new forms of contraceptives come into the market. Let there be no question in my stance on birth control: it is the cowardly way out; it is the shirking off of the ultimate responsibility and consequence of actions. I'm talking about sex, if you didn't know. Unless you have lived in a hole for most of your life, you will have noticed that sex has become the latest of freedoms that both man and woman are entitled to enjoy as many time as they want with whomever they want. Forgotten are our parents strong urgings of chastity and abstinence, and we get lost in the rhythm of popular culture, sounding something similar to Sisqo's "Thong Song."

And, now I want to make a plea to others to restore the sanctity of sex. It is the ultimate expression of love between a man and a woman... or is it just a fun time among acquaintances? I might have gotten my thoughts mixed up with the incoming tide of Britney Spears' songs. But, once the euphemisms for sex have gone from "making love" to "making whoopie" to "fucking," then you know a society's perceptions of what goes on has gone to the gutter.

It's easy to overlook the purpose of sex when you are at the peak of an orgasm, but keep in mind before "doing the nasty" that sperm and ovum may be coming into contact, and a baby may result. Afterwards, it as easy as popping a pill or a visit to the doctor to release yourself of any potential consequence, but don't take this lightly. Don't forget that this potential conseqence is a potential life. Perhaps your life is too stressful without bringing another person into it, and that is a flawed notion. A more responsible notion would be to forego such intimacy until you are ready to handle such possible stressors. With birth control, you are ingesting a pill that increases certain hormones, making your endocrine system like the Terminex man for zygotes. With abortion, you are letting someone enter you to destroy a "parasite-like" being with its own heartbeat.

And, before you go holding up the "rape victims" card, please look up the statistics of women who use contraceptive means, and tell me what percentage of it are rape victims. It is a miniscule number, and although it is extremely pertinent to the argument, I am not laying the tirade on people who have gaurded themselves and take the other precautions out of necessity, but rather on those who forget what sex is.

Yesterday was so tiring...

that I slept right in the middle of my Spurs game!! They won anyway, but it was a really close one. I had been awake since 6 that morning.

I'm surprised I hadn't posted since tuesday. I used to post three times a day. I'm slacking....

Doing poorly

my room is a wreck, and I don't understand what the professor was talking about in physics. I basically BSed in the quiz today. It's worth 2 points, so I hopefully got at least 1 point of it.

There was this kid who rode my bus when I was in high school. His name was Owen, and Owen would like to annoy me in the stalker-ish sort of way. So, it wasn't enough that I had the displeasure of avoiding Owen in high school, but now I get to do the same in UF. Yesterday I spent 5 hours in the car with him, with his incessant whinings about the foul-mooded Office Max customers, his low GPA, and the un-fun Gainesville scene. Firstly, customers don't come in seeking to torment service people-- they get pissed off when service reps don't help them out in the way they want. And, the reason you gave for your GPA (sleeping half of the day away), perhaps that is the reason you're not enjoying Gainesville either. Hmm.... there's a novel thought right there!

And then, there were those cherished moments of silence, which he liked to destroy with his attempts at conversation. I simply responded, maybe asked a few questions when necessary, but for the most part I never started a conversation. SO, at one point, he asked me, "What do you like to talk about? You're being quiet."

Because I'd rather not be stuck in the car with you...!! Hmm... I hope he doesn't read this.

Chilling

I probably shouldn't be, but oh well. But, this blog isn't going to be interesting reading, so just ignore it and read some other ones. I promise I do have some in here.

To Do:
Thermo homework (due tomorrow)
Grocery Shopping (cooking apritada for the roomies tonight)
copy this weeks bio notes (slacking)
do some physics homework
get my volunteering stuff in order
clean room
pack (MLK weekend= mini-holiday to Pensacola)

"Please do not bother me; I am a busy and important person. Thank you."

i deserve some fun tonight

Dinielle invited me to the frats' rush parties... Yaay! Now, I feel like cinderella, and I have to get all my stuff done before 8 pm. It's not like I'll keep myself from going if I don't, but I'll be screwed for all my classes if I don't. College would be so great if it weren't for the classes and homework. Ugh...

So, I have read the previous post where i repeatedly used the F-word... whoa, I was insane last night. Anyway, that frustration is gone now. This is happy Amy typing. =)



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who threw my fucking italian seasoning in the fucking trash can?!

my mood was somewhat salvaged when veldana IMed me and solved my physics woes, and then i see it-- my $4 Italian seasoning that i bought from Tuesday Morning. Its not enough that my roommates broke my cherished Winnie-the-Pooh magnet, nor the only mug I have for my coffee-- NO! they trash my italian seasoning. What next-- my dvd player? my tv? my piano keyboard?! That seasoning was for my salad, goddamit!

So, I posted a note, quite concisely, that says "To whoever trashed my Italian Seasoning-- please pay me $4. Very Upset." Brigette says "oh, we found it on the floor and cleaned it up." Yeah, after y'all fucking knocked it over. If it were the truth, which is possible (though it had to be knocked over in the first place), then why didn't you tell me in the first place and save me the anger of finding it in the trash. But, whatever. What's $4 to the harmony of room 302? Oh, wait... that's $4, plus my $2 mug, and the $5 magnet. And before you misinterpret my anger for something trivial, consider this: That was special discontinued italian seasoning from Boston; the mug was my favorite color and was my only coffee mug; the magnet was an exclusive from Disney World, and it also functioned as a clip to hold my salad bag. Do you know what holds my salad bag right now? FUCKING DUCT TAPE.

What really pisses me off is that no one tells me these things. I'm left wondering where the mug could be now, why the magnet was broken, what the italian seasoning was doing in the trash. And, on these matters, I can't trust what comes from Brigette's mouth, because it is in these moments where she concocts her best lies. She's very open with me, but on matters where she could be in blame, she is so quick-minded that it scares me. So, I am not putting it past her to cover up for someone else or anything of that matter. Boy, do I hate mind-fuckers.

Maybe I'd be less angry if it weren't for the subject of my postings on my previous blogs, but I am soooo fucking pissed off right now.

Tomorrow I'm going to tell Johnae that I broke the lid to her pot. I don't want her getting upset like I am right now.

No one fuck with me right now, I'm not in the mood. I need somewhere to get away, and no means of escape.

Total number of usage of the word "fuck" or its conjugations: 7
See me. See me angry. See me not give a flying fuck.

so mad that I'm crying

My dad is notoriously known for not listening to a thing. He takes one misinformed piece of information, and he makes a whole saga out of it, and by listening to him rant and rave about it, you'd think it came directly from the Bible. The details of my frustration are as follows: I had four free months of AOL service left (it would expire in April), and one of the AOL service reps. even informed me of some homework help that AOL offered. I am taking four major sciences this semester (chemistry, physics, thermodynamics, and biology), so any additional homework help for me is greatly appreciated. AOL sent a letter to my parents saying that a bill of $23.50 will be given once the free term expires. My parents thought I was being billed right now, so they called me and told me they would cancel the AOL account. SO, this past hour I was shouting into the phone over the AOL ordeal, and my dad (Obstinate being his middle name) went ahead and cancelled the account. So-- no more four months of free AOL, no more hope for all A's.

It is only the beginning of the semester, but I've been stuck on the same physics problems for about an hour and a half now. An HOUR AND A HALF. Furthermore, I have chemistry homework due wednesday, and thermodynamics homework due friday. For Chemistry, I have not even written my name on the worksheet let alone worked out the equilibrium equation to acid/base reactions. As for Thermodynamics... let's just say I would have an easier time getting a tree to talk back to me than trying to figure out what my professor said in lecture this morning.

The worst of it is that, excepting one problem that I managed to work out, I have not done a single thing once I got home from campus. I am the most miserable waste of flesh right now.

the funny thing about priorities...

They're supposed to make your life all better and organized, but if you don't have the right ones, then you're fucked (in the words of the scary girl living across the hall). I am desperately trying to understand everything this semester, but the more I focus, the more I lose sight on other things. And another thing is that I don't keep the right priorities to begin with.

I've tried to make the family a number one right now, but I've been lying to them from the beginning of the new year. I've tried to be closer to God, but I can't even get up to go to church. I've tried to keep on track with everything and everyone around me, and I just don't. Now I can't understand a single word in thermodynamics, a friend of mine is leaving gainesville, and my roommate just picked up all her things and moved out of the dorm-- and because of my ignorance I'm now trying to find out why.

I wish I had a switch to turn off the lazy, selfish, ignorant part of me so that I could have seen some of these things coming. I just don't understand...

Is someone trying to tell me something?

I went to sleep around 4 am friday night. I was not tired to begin with, but I willed myself into a half-sleep by closing my eyes and letting my mind wander. I was driving in a car with someone else in the passenger's seat. It was a dark country road with trees all around-- you know, one of those places where murderers would dump dead bodies. The guy sitting next to me said, while I was driving, "Someone died here, and now that person's ghost haunts this area." I was scared, so I drove faster through the stretch of road. And then, on the right side of the road, I saw the faint image of a man, not standing on his own two feet, but floating above the asphalt.
I was so scared that I woke up, but this is where the freakiness begins. I first tried to move my arms, which I could not do. It was getting hard to breathe. It felt like there was some kind of force keeping me immobile. I opened my eyes for a second, and I saw a face. I could not make it out clearly, but I know that I saw one. I shut my eyes again, praying that the ghost would just go away. After five seconds, I opened my eyes, and the face was gone and I could move again.
My mother, who likes everything explained in terms of reality, diagnosed this temporary paralysis as a psychosomatic syndrome in which my body was reacting to the dream I was having. My roommates laughed it off. My sister, who is just as superstitious as I am, was entirely freaked out, and we spent thirty minutes on the phone analyzing what it's meaning could possibly be. Possibly a foreshadowing of sorts, or something. We never really came to a conclusion on it, but rather wasted thirty minutes saying, "whooa... that's freaky." So, here's what I looked up on dreammoods.com:

Ghosts
In general, ghosts symbolizes aspects of yourself that you fear. This may involve a painful memory, guilt, or some repressed thoughts. You may be afraid of death and dying. Alternatively, ghosts are representative of something that is no longer obtainable or within reach. It indicates a feeling of disconnection from life and society. This dream may be a calling for you to move on and abandon your outdated modes of thinking and behavior.

Driving
To dream that you are driving a vehicle, signifies your life's journey and your path in life. The dream is telling of how you are moving and navigating through life. If you are driving and cannot see the road ahead of you, then it indicates that you do not know where you are headed in life and what you really want to do with yourself. You are lacking direction and goals. If you are driving on a curvy road, then it indicates that you are have difficulties in achieving your goals and the changes associated with it.

Speeding
To dream that you are speeding, indicates that you are feeling compelled and driven to complete something. As a result, you may be pushing people away. You may also be moving too fast in some relationship or situation.

Scared
To dream that you are scared, indicates that you are experiencing self-doubt and feelings of incompetence. You may be feeling a lack of control. Anger often masquerades as fear, so also consider issues about which you are angry about in your waking life.

Passenger
To see other passengers signifies, that you are spending too much energy pleasing others. You may feel that others are leeching on you.

Road
To dream that a threatening creature is on a road, parallels a hostile situation/person you are encountering in your waking life. It is an obstacle that you need to overcome, no matter how intimidating the situation or person may appear. If the road is dark, then it reflects the darker or more frightening choices which you have made or are making.

Nightmare
A nightmare is a disturbing dream that causes the dreamer to wake up feeling anxious and frightened. Nightmares may be a response to real life trauma and situations. These type of nightmares fall under a special category called Post-traumatic stress nightmare (PSN). Nightmares may also occur because we have ignored or refused to accept a particular life situation. Nightmares are an indication of a fear that needs to be acknowledged and confronted. It is a way for our subconscious to make up take notice. "Pay attention!"


SO, this is what I am making out about my nightmare. I'm going through life, and all of a sudden something I'm scared of a thing that someone, who is leeching off of me, first brings to my attention. I only come to be afraid after this person tells me something, which could signify my gullible nature, and this thing that I am afraid of is not an impediment, but something looming on the side. And, the fact that it scares the hell out of me must mean that I take whatever this passenger says to heart, and it could signify the importance I put on how others perceive me and how I am immediately have self-doubt by others' comments, even if they do not relate at all to me. And, I try to take control back by speeding through the rest of the road and averting the apparition. However, I'm still trying to find meaning to the part after the dream.

should have learned by now

Do not sleep past midnight if you have a 7:25 class in the morning. You'll just wake up thirty minutes after it already happened and yell expletives that will wake up your rueful roomies.

I missed Thermo, so I don't know what's going on, which is very scary b/c it's THERMODYNAMICS! Its name induces shudders with utterance of its first syllable and confusion with the other three. For me, at least.

Then, I missed Bio, but it was a discussion section, so it wasn't a real class anyway. And, Mary took notes for me, for which I am extremely grateful.

But, today was by no means an unproductive day. I did alot of note taking and exercising (the first exercise of the year), and I entertained my roommate Brigette's sort-of new boytoy, Frankie. Frankie dishes out compliments like McDonalds does Barbeque sauce with their chicken nuggets. It's great, and it's extremely flattering, and it's a great ego-booster. He likes me so much he wants to hook me up with his best friend Nick. Brigette came swooping down like an over-protective mother and said, "No way is she dating Nick. He's too wild for her!"

Anyway, to punish myself for not waking up early enough, I intended on doing alot more homework, but that fell apart when I started exercising, because after that I was sweaty, so I needed a shower, and after that I was hungry from the workout, so I prepared some food, and then I was tired, so I took a nap. And, now I'm here, typing in my blog about my uneventful day instead of writing biology notes or studying for the dreaded chem quiz on monday.

thermodynamics, 17th century poetry, chemistry, and getting cheated of five dollars

After a week of deliberating whether to drop the poetry class or not, I have finally decided, for the sake of my sanity and well-being, to drop the upper level english literature course. As masochistic as it may sound, I really want to take that class-- despite the three term papers and thousands of pages of poetry reading. The teacher is such a knowledgeable man, and I know it would be such a great experience to be taught under him. I emailed him yesterday concerning my schedule (consisting of four science courses and that poetry class), and he seemed sympathetic to my cause. He said that he wouldn't mind my sitting in on classes, so I will definitely take him up on that offer. It is extra effort on my part, but as I said, I'm masochistic.

Anyway, other than that, today started off with me waking up and feeling awful. To elaborate: I woke up, rolled over, and read my alarm clock. I saw it read 7:50. Dread loomed over-- I missed my 7:25 thermodynamics class. For five minutes I felt horrible, and then I looked at the clock again. That second time, I read it to be 6:55. So, I didn't oversleep after all, and I got to go to Thermodynamics after all. And, for some reason I just think it is so ironic to be talking about the transfer of heat when it's thirty-five degrees outside. Whatever.

After poetry, I had chemistry. I feel out of place in there as it is, and to add insult to injury, every seat that I chose happened to be saved by other people for their friends. So, I found a seat up in the front with Professor Myers life-sized and not the speck i'm used to seeing from the last row. However, my displacement didn't stop me from nodding off somwhere in between acid-base reactions and pH...

And lastly, I was gyped $5 by some sleazy textbook vendors. It's too late in the day, so I don't want to talk about it. I have an 8:30 Biology class, so off to bed.

My love of public transportation explained

There were two weeks of winter break, and today is the first day of the semester. Contrary to everyone's egregious distaste to the subject of busses, subways, or other means of public transportation wherein you are crammed into a tiny box on wheels with forty other people, I quite like it. Never am I more in tune with my thoughts than when I ride the bus to and from campus. You are able to think about anything and everything, and there are no bars to where your thoughts will take you. For sure, wherever it may be, it's better than your current placement on a seat which had been in contact with many others' butts before yours.

My favorite pastime is watching the people coming in through the doors, which is why I like getting a seat close to the front. I like to mentally critique their outfits and rate them on the hotness scale. Another diversion from the reality of being surrounded by total strangers is listening in on others' conversations. For instance, this morning I listened in on two girls making small talk.

"How was your new years?"
"Crazy. Me and twenty other kids went to this party. It was great."
::silence:: the first girl looks down at her sandals.
"Isn't it weird how leather changes color?"
"Yeah"

Don't ask me why I remembered it, but this just stuck with me for the rest of the day. An alternative to listening on a conversation is listening to someone talking loudly on his or her cellphone. You guess what these two people could be talking about and to whom the person is speaking, and once you figure it out, you pride yourself on your mental accuity and your uncanny ability of figuring out a one-sided conversation.

Don't look at me that way... I know all of you do it too.

A few more resolutions

-keep room decently clean
-take smaller bites (it's more ladylike)
-lay out clothes the night before to wear the following day
-be more outgoing
-get a job!
-study for each test as if it were a final exam
-pack for travelling two days before departure (!)
-be less forgetful
-be less ditzy
-be less careless


And another resolution which I thought was cute: Don't keep resolutions restricted to the beginning of the year; make them whenever necessary, and commit to them for always! I stole the idea off somewhere else, but they're my own words.

So, here I am, back in gainesville, and everything's a mess! My room is disgusting, and classes start tomorrow and I don't have a single textbook! I even forgot my chemistry book at home. I had problems at home-- I became addicted to that infernal Sims Game, and I didn't quit until midnight. Then, I realized that I had to wake up at 4 in the morning, get packed, and leave Pensacola by 5am. First, I woke up at 4:45! I still hadn't organized my things, so I scrounged up everything laying on my floor and threw it all in my car. I left the house around 5:15, picked up Jaylen, and then I finally found my way out of Pensacola by 6am. I got lost in my own city. On the pathetic scale, I rate a 9 right now. I am giving myself 1 point for getting some things done today (unpacking is sadly not one of those things). I got my ticket notarized, and I'll be mailing it out, and I figured out how to do a money order. For future reference, don't ever EVER speed. It's not worth it. My $150 says it's not worth it. With $150, I could have bought myself an outfit or a D&B purse or something, but instead I'm spending it on my own stupidity. =(

Oh, and by the way...

isn't Manu Ginobili just dreamy?

Happy New Year

At the end of 2003, I was in Texas having fun with friends and family. In the New Year's party at Tita Cely's, I was singing to karaoke, dancing to the macarena, and playing around with sparklers. Then, we left around 4 in the morning to go back to Florida. Once I stepped out of the big black van and onto Florida concrete, reality came sweeping in. I still have to pay that speeding ticket; I have 4 days until I head back to college; and my GPA is still under 3.5 because I got a C+ in physics.

So, tomorrow I'll go to the post office and sort out that money order for the ticket, I'll get my things packed up and ready for Gainesville, I'll begin my online traffic lessons, and I'll drop 17th century poetry and find a less demanding class. What promise tomorrow brings, right?

And, today, I'll think about any resolutions I could have made that would have prevented the GPA under 3.5 and the speeding ticket.

Here's the resolutions I have so far:
-learn tagalog *
-learn three new piano pieces
-lose ten or so pounds
-go to the gym and exercise
-do not speed above five ten miles per hour
-make all A's this year *
-make more of an effort to fulfill promises
-tie up loose ends

* indicates carried over from last year