I think something seriously must be wrong with my calendar skills. This is the second time in a row that I have misread a date and therefore wrote down an appointment in the wrong slot. If it weren’t for the e-mails and reminders I keep getting, I surely would not have realized that the workshop I registered for on the 27th is actually tomorrow, not Wednesday. Ugh.
The other night I went clubbing for the first time in months. It was, needless to say, an interesting night. Perhaps one of the most glaring errors I committed that night was my choice of attire. There were two other girls in the club wearing the same bloody dress as me. It was horrible. I have never before been in that kind of situation before. But in all honesty, I had done it to myself, having worn a dress from Forever 21. So really, there’s not much else I can do but beat my head against my desk in frustration. But the night, overall, was fun. Music was amazing, and the Long Island I had was even more so.
I’m having a devil of a time right now trying to get back into the swing of things. After my last exam last week, I seem to have completely shut down. I’ve got 3 novels to read this week, a reading total of God knows how many pages. Not to mention a presentation in Spanish on Thursday, and an article to do for Demand Studios by Wednesday. Blaaarghhh.
I know it seems that all I ever seem to talk about is school and work, but I guess it’s because there’s nothing else for me to talk about so earnestly. School has taken over my life. x_x
For the first time in a really long time, I feel like I can actually breathe. With all my exams out of the way as well as most of my papers, I actually have time to do fun things I feel like I haven’t done in ages. Like go out, which hopefully I shall be doing later on tonight. It’s been a while.
I’m all home alone in the apartment right now, and I can’t decide whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. While I feel incredibly relaxed and peaceful, I’m also rather lonely. I’ve been alone for about 3 hours now and I’m starting to resort to twiddling my thumbs. I don’t understand this, because lately I’ve been getting slightly annoyed with my roommates. Not for any particular reason, I believe I just get annoyed really easily.
I got new kicks over the weekend. Puma. I hate to sound so materialistic, but I effing love them.
Halloween is next weekend, and I don’t know what I’m doing. I know it shouldn’t be a big deal, and I think it’s rather hilarious how college students seem to be more concerned about Halloween than the little trick-or-treaters themselves, but hey, I’m a college student and therefore I’m concerned. I’m not too keen on doing another group costume with my roommates again this year, mostly because we can’t come up with a good group costume. So I’ve been torn between doing Ugly Betty or Lara Croft. But then my friend came up with another idea the other night (being a Luvabull, which I think is a BRILLIANT idea), and I’m torn between that too.
I’m getting ready to embark on quite the tumultuous adventure for the next 24 hours. I honestly have no idea how I’m going to physically and mentally survive it all. I have an exam on Tuesday morning for my International Relations class, which I seriously need to ace if I want a chance at an A in that class. But I also have to read The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie for Tuesday, because my English professor basically warned us beforehand of a pop quiz. He wasn’t too happy that the discussion last Thursday was basically mute, so if I don’t want him to be giving me death stares on Tuesday, then I had better read the book (which is amazing so far, but also quite lengthy). And on top of it all, I’m working tomorrow night.
No sleep for me for the next couple of days, I suppose.
I went home over the weekend, which was not quite the most amazing fantastical weekend I thought it would be. I felt like I basically popped in for 48 hours, then left. It was not enough. I feel like I need to be home right now. Things are not too happy around the house, and I want to know that everything’s OK. I’ve always been the caretaker, the mediator, and I just want to be home so I can take care of things that need to be taken care of. Moreover, I just want everyone to be bloody happy for once. And I can’t do that if I’m all the way over here, stressing over stupid exams and reading loads.
I’ve just spent the past 3 hours of my life fervently working away to give this blog a much needed facelift. The result you see before you is all due to the fact that I have been promptly ignoring my schoolwork for several days now, but I don’t care, because I am for once happily and absolutely satisfied with what I have churned out. The layout is aptly titled “Homecoming,” after the Kanye West song, and makes me miss the city of Chicago so much. I haven’t ventured downtown since the summer (early July, to be exact), and it’s rather depressing. But now that fall and winter are coming upon us, hopefully that situation will be rectified. I’m excited for some ice skating and Mag Mile shopping. At any rate, I hope you all enjoy the new theme, because it may have just cost me a few of my grades.
We received our papers back in ENGL 300 today, an event that sent my heart into frenzied palpitations. My first major paper of the semester, I remember getting only 4.5 hours of sleep over it. Although I had done the research and vaguely figured out what I wanted to write about, I just couldn’t get the damn thing started. I had one page left to do when I came back from work at 11 p.m., and instead of quickly finishing it off, I ended up procrastinating hardcore (like I’m doing now) and didn’t finish that one page until 4 in the morning. You’d think I would have learned my lesson, but here I am now, it’s 1:22 a.m. and I have another paper due on Friday for that very same class, not to mention hundreds upon hundreds of pages to read for all my other classes, and I have not done anything whatsoever related to schoolwork.
Oh, but I did get an A though for that first paper. Surprisingly. Miraculously.
I finally got around to watching a Bulls preseason game today. Totally didn’t recognized any of the players on the floor, at least not until Joakim Noah (who I have a serious new crush on, for the reasons seen below) checked in. I’m not too fussed about the fact that we no longer have the services of Ben Gordon (even though he was a ball hog, the guy can get on FIRE…sometimes…), but Derrick and Tyrus better get better (ack, I couldn’t think of another way to say it) soon in time for the season opener.
In light of the approaching of my favorite time of the year (NBA SEASON!!!!), I decided to reminisce the glorious, epic balooza that was the first round series against the Celtics last season (was that seriously only just a few months ago?) and YouTube’d what was, in my opinion, the greatest and most badass moment of that series:
I can seriously watch that over and over again and get a high off it. I remember exactly where I was at that moment. I was at Firehaus, one of the bars here at school, standing on a table and just going insane. When Noah made that block, I could scarcely believe it. When that punk ass fool (I absolutely DETEST the Celtics) Pierce couldn’t outrun him, I laughed. And when Joakim posterized him, I almost fainted.
Alright, that’s enough Joakim love for now. Time to get back to schoolwork!
It’s been a while.
