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.