in a loveless _________ship. Hint: the blank consists of a 9-letter word that starts with an A; obviously, it’s not “relation” because that couldn’t get any better. 
Also, the entire word after you fill in the blank is not a real word.
I no longer have any place or space to call my own. I really don’t. Even at home, my cousin has moved into my room. Though she is not there on the weekends when I am, it is still a little saddening to know that the room is not just for me anymore. But I mean, it kind of felt like it never was anyway because my brother was always in there. I mean, ALWAYS. The desktop computer was in there so he’d be on the computer all day and after he was done with that, he’d sit in my room and watch TV. I guess it’s okay…a room is just a room. One thing I know for sure is that, according to Luther Vandross, a chair is not a house.
Looking forward to next quarter because that means the one with phonology with the Del Taco professor will be over and I will have my TAP card, making me free to roam the mean streets of LA County without limits via all things Metro. I am abnormally excited about the TAP card because I’ve always been jealous of those people who just tap the machine when they get on the bus instead of fumbling with bills and coins. I’m almost considering getting a BruinGO card too but I really don’t take the Big Blue Bus enough to make up for the price of the card and since it’s going to be spring, I will probably try to occasionally bike to work. Maybe. Perhaps.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the future as of late and have decided on little. I know I do not want to work in an office the way I do now for a living. I also do not want to go corporate. One time Allison and I saw this place where they write captions you see on TV. I think that could be a temporary option… I’m sure you can never have enough caption writers. It’s something that is not that far off from what I do now and it’s something that is a little odd, like moi. I think at some point, though, my sister and I will move in together somewhere and it’ll be fun because we like each other most of the time and go on adventures and do stupid dances! And we can carpool back home together. haha.
By the way, something is wrong with my period button. It has somehow become oversensitive so when I touch it (not press it) this long string of periods comes out………… Like that.
Hello all! I haven’t had much time this whole quarter to post. I don’t know where time went. I miss it! I always say I’ll update about something later and then I don’t and then it makes me feel horrible because then I feel like such a liar. Anywho, despite my finals anguish, I still feel somewhat chipper today, ESPECIALLY because I just received an e-mail telling me that someone anonymously donated to my fundraising account for Dance Marathon!! I am so grateful to you, whoever you are, because you are definitely making a difference. I love random acts of kindness! :] But I’m sure everyone does. Who goes around saying, “Random acts of kindness? EW.”
So listen up, yo. UCLA puts on a dance-a-thon every year to fundraise for children who are infected with and affected by AIDS. Dancers dance for 26 hours to support this cause! I can’t dance, let alone stand, for 26 hours so I’m going to be doing some intense training before February 21st hits, which is the day of Dance Marathon. Since it’s our last year here, Meeshella and I decided to participate because it’s just one of those things you gotta do before leaving his loverly place. I invite you to get involved any way you can, whether it be by donating, dancing (don’t worry, you do get breaks), moraling, volunteering, whatever! It’s basically a huge dance party and people are going to be bringing their most awesomest moves and you may even spot a celeb or two. It’s going to be a lot of fun!
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WARGHGHAHDSOIJDFH. Ugh, I hate you. As much as I liked my writing classes, I had to drop some stuff to focus on them. Thanks a lot, school. Had my college not made a threat on my life (by which I mean they threatened not to let me register if I didn’t finish this requirement by their deadline), I would have saved myself two classes that could have been spent on requirements that WEREN’T going to be suspended right after I took them.
It never works out that I get to do choir for fall quarter, and this year is no different. Even though that quarter would be the best one to do it because I love Christmas songs, I just don’t get to. But it’s okay, I still love it just the same any quarter. I found this clip on YouTube of us at my birthday concert. Haha, jk it wasn’t for my birthday, that’d be kind of weird but cool. This song was the prettiest of the bunch and I had a lot of fun performing it. Try and find me! I know it’s really late but I am always late on my updates, remember?
I’ve been so out of it lately. I haven’t done anything productive in weeks, it seems. I’m such a bum! And I’ve been getting sleepy a lot earlier lately. What is wrong with me? Also, I am very irritable. Maybe it’s the Spring Quarter Blues. I can’t wait for summer.
I’ve been flyering this week for this referendum we were trying to get passed to fund student-led sustainability projects called The Green Initiative Fund, which has already been passed at three other UCs and last night we found out IT PASSED! Yayyy! 74% of the voters voted yes on it! All that bad press from all those Negative Nancys seemed to have had little effect on the voters, or it could possibly have been the lightbulbs that we handed out that won people over. Haha, just kidding. I hope. Flyering kind of sucked and I probably didn’t help a whole lot, but it’s over now. Yays. Thanks to all who voted yes!
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:
I spent about a year fighting with the financial aid office to help pay for school and what do I get? A miserly number that I’d prefer not to disclose. Let’s just say it’s not even going to cover two quarters of tuition. All this bother with paperwork upon paperwork and I am rewarded with so little. I mean, I’m glad I got something, but this kind of loan is the kind that any student can get, so I could’ve gotten this much money without having to bring in some new obscure document I had to ask my parents to dig up, as if they aren’t busy enough, every other week. I think it’s a lot tougher on parents who are self-employed because the numbers fluctuate so much and all the office sees are numbers. They don’t care about your situation, because numbers prove everything, don’t they? Sure, you can take a second mortgage out on the house, but who wants to add to their debt? Financial aid people are part of the freakin’ problem, the reason why everyone in America is so easily swallowed by debt. Everyone’s borrowing money that doesn’t exist. Doesn’t that seem a little nonsensical to you? And on top of that, why is school so expensive anyway? What are these random stupid fees? Each of my classes charges an extra 24 to 30 bucks and for what? The three pieces of papers that they have given me all quarter? The amount of breath the professor uses up on each individual student? And why do I have to pay a seismic fee for Ackerman and Kerckhoff? I don’t even go to those places! And yet, with all these seemingly useless fees they slap on us and probably profit from, tuition still keeps going up. I miss free public education.
Quick note before I sleep: School fees are up the butt and financial aid is still lagosaurus on my funds. We are not amused!
My paper got the best of me last night. Whoa-oh. Tired and lacking in fluid thought, I gave in to sleep, defeated. Something about writing for classes is just so unsettling. I’m sure it would’ve hurt less if I had started earlier, but when has that ever happened? So here I sit, still afraid to write any further, for all graded papers I receive tell me the same thing: Your argument is not clear. I am a fairly peaceful person and try to avoid arguments as best as I can. It’s much safer on my part.
This is random, but I was just thinking, will the things we’ve known and loved become vintage and cool in the future? Will my grandnieces and -nephews revel in the lesser digitized sounds of audiocassettes? I wonder what the standards are for something old to become cool. One day the young’ns will fight over my extensive pog collection, though, that’s for sure. And I’m thinking the Pokeballs I kept from Burger King that were recalled will be worth quite a bundle. You just wait. ^_^
Anywho, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t watch TV (voluntarily) until after finals, with the exception of Lost…and maybe America’s Best Dance Crew. People are surprised that this show is so popular, but have you seen it?! It’s madness! I’m rooting for Kaba Modern and JabbawockeeZ. The other groups are kinda meh in comparison. BUT anyway, no TV!
By the way, one of my radish seeds sprouted!! 
