Two for two. I got soap in my eyes 2 days in a row. Maybe I can make it a three for three, not that I want to. I should use that L'Oreal shampoo for kids where in the commercials, kids literally wipe foam off of their eyes and not tear up. They probably closed their eyes when the foam was put on, but whatever. They should make non tear body wash too because that stuff stings more than shampoo. :0

 

Anywho, after months of waiting, I finally got my room assignments for college and the contact info for my suitemates. Thank goodness for that because I would explode if I had to wait any longer. For once I was actually lucky because I got myself a single dormroom, which of course is in high demand now that the doubles have become triples. It's great because the only college related paper that I actually submitted early was the one that counted. :D

I haven't really spoken much to any of them so I don't know what to make of them.

The first time I saw my dentist, she tried to analyze me. She told my mum what she thought of me and she said that I'm a soft person who doesn't like pain and doesn't like to hear disgusting stuff. Okay. Anyone could've figured that one out.

Today the dentist said there was a problem I had to settle. Do I use fake bones or a dead person's bone to insert in my mouth.

 

Like hello. What kind of decision is that. If she knew me so well, she wouldn't even mentionnnnn using a dead person's bone. I don't want another person's mouth in my mouth like that, especially a dead person. Eww. *_______*

I have learned my lesson. ;_;

 

Don't freaking cut chilis or other spicy foods to cook beforeeee I poke my eyes to get my contacts out, because no matter how much I wash my hands after, it'll still burnnnnn. Burn baby burn >:0.

Owwie my eyes ;_;

Why are my cheeks so darned pink?

Hello Tabulas. Just getting the most out of my last few days at home. :/

I'm officially moved in at school. My parents leaving was very emotional. >.< And every time my mum calls, she cries, which of couse gets me tearing up because I hate to see or hear her crying. I forgot a few things at home, but that's pretty typical of me. And um, turning on the shower is weird.

 

Now this being my second day here, I've officially:

- Moved in.

- Met people.

- Found a person to carry my books for me :DDD

- Been to the Welcome dance and got my boogey down.

- Met upperclassmen

- Went to a drinking party, which I didn't participate in of course.

- Gotten lost.

- Froze.

- Mooched off free food.

 

Yupppp

Okay so I participated in the UnOlympics with pretty much my entire floor to try to get Marshall to win the golden shoe since like, we never ever win and I came back with like a horrible sunburn on my face and left arm. It seems like the area around my eyes don't get burned or something, so I look pretty much like a raccoon.

 

Now, what kind of loser doesn't bring sunblock to San Diego? Oh yeah, me. So in order to try to get my face to cool off since it was burning hot, I stuck my cold bottle of jam on my face. hahaha. I looked like the biggest dork on the entire U100 floor.

Helloooo Tabulas. I'm back home for a bit of the weekend to celebrate an early birthday for my sister, even though I have oodles of work to do. It's okay though, because it's nice to wash my clothes at home and be able to pick up some stuff I forgot to bring earlier. :D

The only thing I don't really miss when I'm in SD is the constant bickering, lykomg. I tell ya, both my mum and sister complain to me about each other. I didn't wake up at 7 in the morning to come home to hear bickering you know.

I guess the only up side to it is that my mum stoped questioning when I went to bed last night because my voice sounds hella cracked and tired. I'm just going to say it's Steven's fault for trying to get me to pull an all nighter. I honestly don't know how people can do it. I was pooped, and I wasn't even studying.

What a way to spend a night.

 

 

Oh yeah, I think I lost weight the past week at SD. o_o; Plus my skin is super dark and I haven't even gone to the beach

I have the greatest dumb luck. Okay so today, Will, Jimmy, Parisha and I went over to TMAC to play some ping pong, but since the table was occupied, we played pool instead.

Now you see, I've never played pool before let alone even touched one of those stick things. They all tried to teach me how to hold the stick correctly, but I guess my stance is really off because they all crack up when it is my turn to shoot.

But anywayyyy, I managed to make the white ball move an inch and other times, I managed to make the balls fly. From hearing this, you guys would probably never guess that I got three whole balls in. mmhm. Now with me on the team with Jimmy, of course we won. I mean, how can you not?

Srsly though, we won. ahaha

So it was the first day of my DOC discussion class rightt? It was at 9 in the morning. Not so bad I guess. I derno. After dragging myself out of bed, I grabbed some food and ate walking to class. Three-quarters of the way there, I realized that I had absolutely noooo idea which DOC classroom I was supposed to be in. I remembered which hall it was in, and that it started with a 1. Then I remembered there being a 3 and a 4 in it, so I walk by room 134 and see kids with my DOC book and walk straight in. I mean, how could I be wrong. The room number had 1, 3 and 4.

Then the TA says that there was an unusually large amount of kiddos right before we do the introductions, so of course I figure that I was in the wrong room. I go up to check the roster and by god, I was right.

 

What a loooooser I am.

 

Then I go to the DOC office to find out where I was supposed to be, and the woman pretty much just lectured me on how irresponsible I was because I was late and was supposed to have looked for my classes before they started.

But you know, I soooo did go looking for my classes. How else would I have known there was a 1, 3, and 4 in the number. Huh, huh? I spent like 6 hours total walking around campus looking for my classes. :[

Of course the woman didn't believe me, so who cares about her. She looks up my class and guess what.

 

My room was 143.

Now how typical of me is it to do something that stupid? 143. Tch. It's like I'm partially dyslexic or something. So then I walk into the class and apologize like a million bajillion times for coming in so late.

So pathetic.

Okay so last Wednesday, I went to Chem and found a decent seat. Then this girl comes in nice and late and decides to crawl over a bunch of people and sit right next to me.

Now this girl isn't just an normal student walking in late. She was like really really unprepared for class because her stuff was everywhere, her hair was wet and uncombed and she was still extremely hungry. Now I don't mind people eating in class or anything, but dude, this girl was picking at her sticky bread thing while constantly nudging my arm that I was writing with. And then she would like, wipe her  fingers on her pants and move her leg in such a way that it would touch mine. Like gross right? OKay okay okay.

So she finishes her sticky bread thing, and now she's thisty. She moves all around trying to find her waterbottle hitting my elbow and arms yet again while I'm writing. Not cool okay. And as she looks for her stuff, she flings her wet hair so that the water would splash allllll over my face, arm and notebook. Srsly, if I wanted to get water on my notebook, I would, but I really didn't. Stupid girl.

But wait, even through all of that eating and drinking, she still wants more. She gets out her noisey little container of m&m minis and again, elbows my arm a million times while eating. She puts her container away, and a few seconds later, she goes down, whips her hair and pulls the container out again.

 

How annnoying.

 

 

So today, I went to chem nice and early so I could get a seat up front. That stupid girl who comes in nice and late shouldn't sit up front, right? I mean, late people should fill in the seats in the back so the professor can't see, and so that you aren't being extremely rude. Makes sense. So I got a seat in the front middle, because again, rude people don't crawl over a bunch of people nice and late to get a seat. It was the perfect plot, BUT

but I guess it wasn't as perfect as I thought. The stupid girl comes in nice and late again, and somehow finds her way next to me with the same wet, uncombed hair and repeats what she did on Wednesday.

 

T___________T

WHY MEEEEE?