Has any college similar to myself ever wondered how they're still alive?

I just moved into my unfurnished apartment a few days ago. Parentals are gone so not much food will be cooked. I had a few leftovers to finish, but it wasn't much. I don't really cook too often since I don't know how to make many things with what I have.

Then what am I eating to stay alive?

Cereal and bread.

Quite the healthy meal there, Jennifer.

My dad gave me a call and told me to eat things besides cereal because I need meat to be able to move around--or so he says.

I don't know. It's kind of hard to eat around here, though, because my class goes from 11 - 4:30 so that leaves me with a little breakfast, and I guess a linner. Cooking is the ultimate time consumer. I don't know how the rest of the quarter is going to go because the workload so far has been fairly light and I actually have time to hover over a stove.

Big. Empty. Apartment.

Happy 4th.

I don't know why, but I always used to love this holiday. Perhaps it was because my family would have this tradition of going to Almansor park to watch the fireworks. Back then, all of my so cal relatives that I knew about would drive over to my cousin's house, park in their parking lot and walk to the park. It was the perfect gathering, because not only did we not have to worry about the parking, but it just seems like everyone actually got along.

Now as we all grew older, less and less family members would partake in this event. I'm kind of sad, because I'd like to see some of my other cousins. It's true that I don't get along too well with a lot of my family members, but they'll always be in some part of my heart.

My dad loves this event. It's really cute. I know that the event gets worse every year -- lesser amount of fireworks, lesser amount of the really big pretty fireworks, and well, shorter run time. But it seems that no matter how bad it gets, I'll still go back each year because it's rare that I get to spend this time with family.

If only my silly cousins Peter and Tony would think that, too. I miss them.

I'm updating because I got an email from my mom today. I usually get emails when she senses that I'm stressed or may be having a difficult time. That and also because she's afraid to call me because she think that I'm always busy or something. Her messages are always short, but sweet. These mini messages full of broken English always manage to bring a smile to my face.

Like this . . .

"Always remember when you walk out don't walk by yourself, I know it hard, but I count on you, you can managed, don't sleep too late, prepare yourself for walk distance/or city bus, wish you do good at school."

"Study is importance, don't worried about have no phone, you will be okay."

"Best Wishes  - Good Luck In All -  Happy Always"

"I know you are big now, always becareful, outside world is danger/hard."

Of course, I am B and she is M. It's like code names, except the B doesn't really correspond to my name whereas M can mean "mom". I dunno. So many things wrong with those sentences, but still cute. Silly mommy.  

Two days ago, Kristine and I took a horribly long, unnecessary break from our work and we just talked. We talked about everything and everyone. And it's funny. Everyone who came up in our conversations, we saw within these past two days. Unfortunately, one of the persons who came up in conversation was someone I had been avoiding for pretty much a year because well, he's a jerk and started ignoring me first.

Today I cut everyone in the bus line. Totally shouldn't have done that.

Because as I walked into the bus and to the back, I saw him. He obviously saw me. Didn't smile. Flench. Move. Nothing.

It was such torture to be stuck at the back of a crowded bus with him.
I hate karma. 

I don't have class on Fridays. This means I get an entire day to do nothing, my work, or anything. But I decided to stay in, and perhaps try to get my work done while my roommate runs some errands. So I'm alone in my apartment.

Being alone is dull, right?

I seriously think so. And because of that, time should intrinsically pass by more slowly.

And yet, when I look at my clock, it's already 4:30. Where did my day go? I have done nothing so far.

Maybe I should stop looking out the window.

So I was a little bored today. Shouldn't have been cus I underestimated the amount of stuff I had to know for my midterm tomorrow. So I looked my name up. I normally do these searches on Yahoo! because I love yahoo, but today I was spontaneous with my crappy leeched internet and used Google.

More findings.

But I found stuff I didn't want to see. Apparently Richard Dang and Rachel Leong were making fun of me in 10th grade, my most beloved grade. Bitches. See it's one thing to talk about people, but it's another thing to post that on a public site. They were making fun of my homecoming date and how I acted. Yeah. I hated him too, but if they only knew the story behind it.  

So now I can see why I never became close to them. Yuck.

Or much of other people, because they are just like them. Ugh. And I'm kind of glad, because at least I know I am not like them. party-goers, suckups, and richass snobs or simply people who pretend they're rich. Thank. Goodness.

Hello Tabulas.

I finally got my internet installed today.

Thank goodness, because now I'll be able to do proper research for my next lab report . . so it won't suck as much as the one I just turned in. :/

But being a girl is advantageous.

My roommate and I chatted up the Time Warner Cable customer service guy, and he was able to tweak the current promotional price and give us a better deal. =X

I hate it when I accidentally do something so stupid . . and get marked off for it.

Pasting the information in incorrectly. -15. Fuck! I knew what I was doing too. I wish I had polished it up

It's music to my ears.

Are you ready?

Okay.

I need an "American boy" to "rescue me" and help me discover "the finer things" in life. "Are you that somebody?" "I'm waiting" for that special somebody that can "make me whole," someone who makes me feel like I'm on "top of the world." Where is my Mr. "anonymous" when I'm "ready for love?" I've been "waiting" for almost "twenty years" for "a whole new world." "Summertime" means "summer love," right? But "nothing's changed" and fall is "almost here." Looks like I'm in for an "early winter" yet "again," but I "hope" to find "sweet love" "everyday."

With love, watermelon

The items you long for are all studying-related. Like this . . .

The Fold 'n' Stow bookstand to keep my book open, upright, clean and neat at all times. Plus I won't constantly be looking down at my book when reading. And it saves space! Did I mention it can fold up so I can carry it to places like the library . . ? :D

A laptop bed desk. I want to be able to study on my bed, so I won't be so confined to my desk. See, I'm flexible too. Plus this one has racks on the side so I can put my notebooks and stuff in there. My Fold 'n' Stow bookstand can sit next to me so I can read everything easily, too! Wouldn't it be nice . .

The Fly Fusion Pen! It responds instantly to everything I write on, captures your ideas for upload, and delivers homework help as I write. It functions almost like a tablet, minus the tablet.

The Smart Pen! Almost like the Fly Pen, but cooooler. It can record audio, too. Who needs a tape recorder or podcasts when you can do it yourself? And some teachers don't even do podcasting . . so one day when you're trying to read your notes and are like . . why on earth did I write this down?, you can go back and check!

I want I want I want.