Discipline

Watching what comes out of my mouth (words) + watching what goes in my mouth (food) = a better version of me.

It's the least I could do for the sake of my sanity.

I loathe myself.

Diversity City

Oh, college.

It's been about two weeks since the beginning of instruction, and I still can't bring myself to get back into study-mode. I'm totally behind in my reading. I have yet to buy one of my textbooks. And the one textbook I did buy is still lying comfortably by my desk in its protective clingwrap. I'm off to a great start. Good thing I was honest with myself, and took classes that interested me. So I'm free from the bondage of math, english, and history. Otherwise, I would've been fucked. In the ass. Without lube. As Holly says.

I think I'm going to stick to being an intended psychology major. There was a meeting today for intended psych majors but the building was really far, and I was not trying to get raped on the way back. Not that that happens all the time or anything. But walking around alone in the dark, regardless of where you are, is dangerous. Anyway. I'm trying to figure out my schedule for next semester because we're going to pick classes in October for the spring. And there are only 6 prerequisite classes that I need to take over the course of 3 semesters. I'm on my way to my six figures. Hahaha.

There are a lot of people back home that I really miss. People whose personalities are unique to themselves and will never be replicated. Like Earl. I can search the world far and wide and never find a person like him. Which is funny because he's exactly like me. &Junemy. I've lived two streets away from her for 7 years, and being 500 miles apart is really strange. I'm talking to her on AIM right now, and she's making me crack up without even the sound of her voice! And godsister Rochelle is having her debut this Saturday, and I'm a candle. I don't have time to make her a video, so I'm probably just gonna write her a letter. I wish I could be there though.

I miss home. But on the other side, I've met a lot of people here who I've come to know and love. Like my roommates. And Holly. And recently, the boys in the triple down the hall. They're really chill and will probably end up becoming like brothers to me. And the greatest part of it is that everyone that I've met, especially on my floor, have totally different backgrounds. Not your typical Filipino family like I've known for so long and have gotten used to. Like this guy named Do who's full Korean, but he was born and raised in Mexico so he speaks perfect Spanish. It's crazy.

Anyway. That's my update. I love college. Hooray for higher education.

Gay Frat Parties & Gummy Bears

So last night, Holly took me to a gay frat party a few blocks away from our dorm. Random, right? Anyone, it was my first night partying considering the last time I hit up frat row was a total disappointment. The house was small, and there were so many people in there. It was really hot. I spent the time dancing with Holly, having sweat drip out of every freaking pore. It was gross, but pretty fun.

But the highlight of my evening was when Holly and I left. We stopped by Bear Market, &she bought a few snacks. We sat on the balcony in our study lounge with an intensely amazing view and just talked. Annika sat with us too, and we talked until like 2AM. Moments like that are the ones I love most. You're not really doing much, but you feel really happy. Or at least I did. Life is good. And I think we forget how good it is because we get caught up in all of the bullshit we cause for ourselves. So whenever I see a beautiful view or am surrounded by genuinely good people, I'm reminded of how lucky I am. Cheesy, I know, but I'm actually quite serious.

Anyway, I only have one class from 3-4 today, and my very first homework assignment is due at 5:15. Practically everyone on my floor has been freaking out about all their classes, and I'm usually just chillin' in my room, not doing anything important. But it's only for the first semester so I can get the hang of things. Then I'll buckle down, and take more units with harder classes. I read online that the demand for Psychologists is increasing, so maybe I'll do that for sure. And my Psych 1 class is really interesting. But I don't know. It's too early to tell.

I'm gonna go to the financial aid office soon because they're pissing me the fuck off &not giving me any of my money. So I need to go regulate.

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