Dryer Cycle: Whites and Colors.

I have to stay up doing laundry because I won't have time in the next few days. And my normal underwear has run out, &I'm left with my Filipino So-en period panties. Not cute. At any rate, instead of studying for my MCB midterm on Tuesday, I've decided to blog. I had a damn busy week, but I lived to tell the tale.

Miraculously, I finished both 6-page papers due the past week, but at the expense of my sleep. Regardless, I was pretty pleased with the end result. Of course, I wish I had started earlier so I had more time to revise. But you play with the cards you're dealt.

Concurrently, there were worknights in Sproul to prepare for Senior Weekend. I went to the worknight on Wednesday at like, 10PM, and didn't leave until about 6AM the next day. I spent 8 hours in a room with Bianca and Vincent. Never have I spent so much time with two people in such a small space. We were getting delusional. But we ordered Nude Sushi, and that was bomb 'cause they deliver.

Senior Weekend finally rolled around. It was all just amazing. (Although the bridges programming could've used some major improvements, not gonna lie.) Weird how I was an attendee only a year ago. Oh, how the tables have turned. After experiencing firsthand just how much work is put into a single weekend, I could not believe the results could be so rewarding. Seeing the seniors get so excited about Cal and about coming here next schoolyear was amazing. Talking to them about college and PASS made me realize how fucking privileged I am to be a student here and to be a part of such an impactful organization. And hearing the students say they were going to SIR as soon as they got home was so goddamn satisfying. The Pamilya Program was an absolute success. Being a co-chair in its implementation, I'm so glad it all worked out because my committee worked really hard to make it go smoothly. We got hella good ratings on the evaluation forms. YEE. Reading the students' comments made my heart soar. I can't wait to have them come to Cal next year. &I can't even begin to express how happy I am.

Saturday afternoon, after closing, Bianca and I were already experiencing SW withdrawal. Haha. We helped Paddycakes follow up on the students to make sure they got home safely. And we had a really good sushi lunch. I knocked out in Paddy's apartment on his hella comfortable beanbag chair that isn't filled with beans but with air. Hahaha. We played some pattern game called Set and I learned about Mensa -- some organization for the top 2% of people with the highest IQs. Wtf? Then we played Mario Party. Vincent randomly went to Salinas without saying anything, so we were missing a fourth player. Stupid CPU Luigi kept pissing us off. Haha. Ended the night with a very late dinner at Thai Noodle. Eggplant with basil will never get old, I can tell you now.

I've come to realize the dichotomy between the two places I call home. I guess after living in San Diego for so long, things are starting to get old. The novelty of Berkeley is something I embrace. Not just that, but I feel that in this new chapter of my life, I can't keep juggling between the two cities. I love Cal. The people. The urban life. The endless adventures and possibilities. Maybe it's time for me to break away from San Diego. It's not going anywhere. The people stay the same. Nothing ever changes. It's stagnant. Static. Stationary. The second I step off the airplane, it's exactly as I left it. In the future, I'll probably just stay up here for the summer. No use regressing back to my former environment. It personally doesn't foster growth for me. I guess I'm realizing that it's different now. It's all just a matter of letting go.

On a less serious note, Alice and I were talking about how we never watched a birthing video during sex ed. So we decided to look one up. It was so intense. And scary. Not just that, but some babies looked really freaky. Like aliens! &One woman's baby weighed 9lbs! Wtf?! But there was one video with really nice, calming music playing in the background as the woman gave birth. It didn't seem that bad, and it was actually kind of nice. But I think it was just the music. Haha. We also saw videos of like, water births. The babies just...popped out like nothing. It looked too good to be true. I'm still not sure whether or not I want to have babies. But I am sure that mothers have my respect for being brave enough to go through that. Intense!

Redefine.

I went to my very first PCN today, and I was blown away by such an amazing show! So much talent on stage. It was intense. From the acting to the dancing, I was very impressed. AH, it was just so great, I can't even continue to elaborate. Can't wait for next year. Maybe I'll muster up the motivation to be a part of it.

In other news, SENIOR WEEKEND IS THIS WEEK! This is like, the culmination of what we've all been working so hard on, myself included. I guess I never realized how much work was behind this weekend, &it's made me appreciate being a part of it. EXCITEMENT! I can't wait!

But in addition to Senior Weekend, I also have two 6-page papers due this week. Despite setting aside time to do work, I just can't seem to bring myself to actually get started. It's retarded. I know I'm going to regret this later. This week is just jammed full of shit. Oh. Fuck.

It's crazy that there's less than 6 weeks left in the semester. And after that, my first year of college will be over. It all happened so quick. (It's the schoolwork that makes it feel like forever.) As much as I miss home, it's going to be really hard to leave this year behind. It's going to be weird not waking up with Annika &Alice. And not running into my floormates in the hall. At the end of the semester, we're all gonna go our separate ways. How sad! I'm probably going to be bawling on move-out day. But I guess it's just the end of another chapter in my life.

My Chinese dumpling, Alice, is in San Jose for the Britney concert tomorrow. Lucky girl! Annika &I have the room to ourselves. And I must say that having a double would seem pretty lonely. Or maybe it's just because we miss Alice. Who knows.

It's Easter Sunday. It's interesting talking to people who don't believe in God. Mostly because I agree with a lot of the things they say. But I guess I'm just gonna go with Agnosticism. I don't know. Religion, I feel, is just a way to answer all the unanswerable questions that we ponder. About creation. Existence. The afterlife. But I'm okay with not knowing. I really am.

I only hope that every girl is lucky enough to be with someone as kind-hearted and understanding as Peter Paul. I don't think there is anyone out there who could treat me better. He makes up for the patience I completely lack, and he understands when I'm flipping out because I'm stressed. He knows the good, the bad, and the ugly, and will love me until the end of time. I'm very lucky, and I never verbalize it enough.

If I don't blog anymore, it's because this upcoming week has literally killed me.