I just lost my rain of thought

So I am in my second week of school already. Craziness. Time is flying by so fast! Last week felt like it lasted a really long time, but maybe it was because of the little sleep I got. I had quizzes every day in Chinese and for the first time in my college career, I was scared poopless by my Chinese class. It is so intense! They talk so so so fast and I catch maybe 75% of what’s being said. My paper writing skills, as illustrated today in another class in addition to Chinese, are dismal, and I am in need of drama watching so that I can keep up with the Prof’s and the TA’s motormouths. When I go into class, I feel like my heart is going to explode because I have to listen so intently that I feel stressed. I don’t think a class has ever done that to me before. I also feel like my TA and professor are the same person but different genders, because they both have some funny mannerisms that I can’t explain.

Because Chinese is so scary and I am also taking a writing intensive class, I was having trouble deciding if I should keep my fourth academic class. I was afraid I wouldn’t graduate in time if the class happened to interfere with another class I needed next quarter, as it did this quarter. Some days I would think I’d be okay, but then the next morning, I’d walk into Chinese and realize I must be crazy. Then I’d go to English and think about how bad I am at organizing thoughts. After half a week of thinking really hard about it, I decided not to keep the class, comforting myself with the thought that if my classes did interfere with one another, I could always graduate and then take the last class in the summer and be dunzo. That still costs monies! But it’s better than having to stay another quarter. Yep.

Anywho, Wednesday night I became a rock star at Hyperion Tavern in Silver Lake. Not really, but it was a fun place. It was one of the 27 things my sister wanted to do before turning 27, so my roomies and I traveled from afar (not super far but traffic kinda sucked for a while) to hangarang with her and her friends. Wednesday nights are Rockband nights at the quaint little bar from 9pm to 2am and people get on a little stage and rock out. People are very supportive and never boo but instead cheer you on whether you can’t keep a beat if your life depended on it or you are the most tonedeaf person in the world, so don’t be afraid to try it! My first time up I played drums, which was okay. I’ve never been too good at that whole multitasking thing with the pedal and such, but I think that should stay my instrument of choice. The second time I went up, I tried my hand at singing Celebrity Skin by Hole, only to realize, Hey I sang this at my neighbor’s last time and I didn’t really know it, why did I choose it again?? but it was too late and I had to keep going, failing within a few seconds. I was then saved by my sister’s friend, forcing me to continue on, butchering every other line except. As horrifying as that was for me, since I have massive stagefright, I still wouldn’t mind doing it again so I can conquer my fear! Yee! If you’re interested, look up Hyperion Tavern and you will find plenty of writings on it, many of them a little outdated. Just substitute Guitar Hero Nights for Rockband Nights.

The next night I went with Michelle and her peeps to Sugar, where I was assaulted on more than one occasion. The first incident took place when a more than tipsy acquaintance hit me in the eye while rushing to hug Michelle for no apparent reason. I was then hit by hair several times as well as pushed away from the circle during this strange routine they call dancing. Later on, I was sitting on a couch, when someone sitting on the back of the couch elbowed me in the chin. He must’ve had a physical tic or something because that’s the only reason I can think of for his elbow coming at my face with so much force. Who moves their elbows like that? I don’t go around swinging my elbows, especially when there’s someone sitting behind me whose face is elbow-level. He apologized but I was in no forgiving mood, so I just gave him a dirty look. After that, I went back to the dance floor and it seemed like that’s when all the creepers came out from hiding or something. Overall, the club was okay. The highlight was probably talking to some cute guy I will never see again, but that was followed almost immediately by uncomfortably talking to some creeper who wanted to buy me an overpriced drank, which I declined. That was what propelled me back to the dance floor. I feel like the idea of clubbing gets exponentially worse with each time I go, but at least this time I wasn’t harrassed by my own friend. So I think that was it for me. The next time I go is when Katlyn finally gets an ID. haha.

Friday morning I had class at 9 but didn’t get up in time, so I continued to sleep for a couple more hours. I had an interview across the street, which did not go as well as it could’ve. haha. I have to be one of the worst interviewees ever. Still not sure if the job is mine, but if it is and I like it, maybe I’ll just quit my other one, even though there’s less than a month left.

On Saturday, I went on the Metro Art Tour of Los Angeles, which was super fun, but I want to devote a whole post to it, so that will come next. Sunday I went to Rose Hills for the Chinese Grave Sweeping Holiday to visit my grandpa. It’s sort of a strange event to outsiders who do not practice such rituals but don’t be surprised to see Asian people eating next to their loved ones’ graves on this holiday each year.

As for this week, it’s been going by really fast. I had two papers due Monday, both of which I did horrible on. I also had a quiz, which I did not score that high on, because I was late and the TA refused to repeat any words for latecomers. I was late because the shuttles are wack at that time. They take forever, so the crowd grows and grows. Then they only let a certain number of people on and shut the doors on everyone else. The funny part was that the guy in front of me, whom the doors closed on, had let his friend get on before him. What a nice guy. So we had to wait for another shuttle and even then, there were some people left behind. I ran partways to class and eventually gave up because I was lugging around a textbook in my messenger bag, thinking I’d get rid of it early in the day, but my book’s buyer did not pick up her phone so I will be receiving my payment of scoliosis. I had pulled almost an all-nighter Sunday night to finish all my junks so after I finished some reading in the morning, I decided to take a 13-minute nap. I set my alarm and napped the longest nap ever. I kept wondering if I had really set my alarm and if I actually slept past when I wanted to wake up, but I did not want to open my eyes, because then I’d really be awake. Then I started dreaming, daymaring is more like it. I daymared that I was late to class, which was to have a quiz. Because I use scratch paper to take notes, I panicked because I could not find a single suitable piece of paper to take my quiz on. My professor kept reading off words and not waiting for me, so I was even more flustered. I then woke up out of fear a few seconds before my alarm went off. ‘Twas crazies. Other than that, I have done nothing this week, but Amy did come to visit that day (to use me for my awesome library privileges! haha jk) and we ate lunch at Chipotle. Yummm!

That is all! Here are some pics as promised: