After about over a week of hibernation, my beloved laptop and I have been reunited! Last Thursday, my power adapter fritzed and stopped working. Since my battery barely lasts an hour as it is, my laptop has been unfortunately out of commission for days, which seems like an eternity when you’re living in this day and age. I’d been living Internet-wise out of my iPod, which doesn’t help much when you have things to do like apply for jobs and do freelance writing.

In the meantime, since I last blogged the following has happened:

• I finished my undergraduate career. Senior year. Graduated from college. No biggie.

• Went out and partied a little too hard…heh.
• Found out my host mom from Costa Rica is visiting the United States! I’ll be seeing her sometime late next week, yahoo!!
• Officially de-friended and blocked Boy O from Facebook. I’d already deleted him off my cell phone weeks ago. This will have to be further explained in a later entry.
• Found out I will be going to the Philippines on June 1 with my family!! Will be there for a little over two weeks, visiting extended family and doing touristy stuff. I’ve only ever been there once, when I was four, so this trip should be uber fun.
• My cut finger is slowly healing and no longer gushing blood. There was a scary incident last week when, a morning after I had drunk a little too much while celebrating the end of finals, it started bleeding thinly again but since then I’ve managed to not repeat it. So hopefully by the time I return to tropical paradise, I can splash around in the ocean without worrying about infected fingers!

As if my week could get any worse. Yesterday I set about on the process of clearing out my pinkeye-infested makeup. I didn’t feel like throwing away my brand new eyeliner pencil, so I tried cutting off a part of it with a knife. As a result, I cut my left index finger…bad. It’s bleeding profusely, and I’m writing this entry with one hand as we speak.

I was too embarrassed to even explain this to my roommate, although I eventually did. I’m dying to call my parents for advice, but I don’t even know how to explain it to them either.

It hurts a little…it’s throbbing hard…AND IT WAS BLEEDING SO MUCH.

I have pinkeye again. Yesterday it began with my left eye. I woke up with tiny bits of crust and it looked swollen and red in the mirror. Today I woke up with goo in my right eye, and lo and behold it was red as well. Luckily I still have my eye drops, and my left eye is less red today, but still. I have fucking pinkeye. Now I have to throw away my contacts and makeup again. And change my pillowcases (I should probably wash my blankets too…) and find ways to disinfect my room without having to run to the store to buy disinfectant stuff. Have I mentioned I am still incredibly unbelievably broke?

I’ve been able to make some extra cash with Demand Studios lately, but now that finals are coming up, I don’t have any more time to churn out articles. I don’t know how many other ways to say it, but I don’t have any freaking money. I am in debt. I owe people money. I have bills to pay.

My plans for after graduation are still fuzzy. If my internship is to continue through the summer, and I’d be getting paid for it, then I’d be staying in Champaign. Which means I’d have to find jobs I can start in for August or September. If I’m not working at my internship anymore after school, then I go back home and I’d have to find a job right away.

The point is, I have no money because school is taking up my time and taking my money (i.e. in form of tuition/bills/etcetera). Money money money! Fuck you!

I take back what I said yesterday, for I had a nervous breakdown today. I literally started crying after my last class, tearing up as I walked home.

I attribute it to the fact that I came home from work at 12:30 last night and had to wake up at 8 a.m. this morning. Also to the fact that I just found out I have an 8-page paper due on Reading Day. Reading Day, seriously, what the fuck? And also maybe because I’m on my period.

My roommate is currently hogging the TV right now to watch that Glee show. Again I ask, how can a dumb show like that take precedence over Game 5 of a very important playoff series? I like to think I’m a person who keeps a very open mind, but one thing I will never ever understand is why people don’t like NBA basketball. Or the Chicago Bulls. It’s silly, I know, but that is just the one part of me that will never shake. I’ve always said I can’t marry a guy who does not like the NBA, or basketball at the very least. I really, truly can’t…unless you’re from another country where another sport takes precedent (which is what happened to me a lot in Costa Rica, LOLz). Anywho, my roommate made a comment on how the one playoff game she really cared about doesn’t start until later…arghh! I need to find girl friends who like basketball. Forreals.

If, somehow, I manage to escape this semester with an ounce of sanity left, it will have been a miracle. Given all of the emotional, mental, financial, all-over stress life has passed down to me thus far in 2011, the fact that I am still sitting here today feeling not too bad surely must mean something. As it stands, I’m looking at 3 A’s and 2 B’s for this semester. Am I happy with this? Hell to the no. At this point it means I will be graduating college without a single semester of straight A’s, one of my primary goals going into sophomore year. It’s bad enough hearing my roommates brag about their straight A semester last semester. The one class I got a B in last semester while abroad was a class I felt didn’t deserve my A effort anyway.

Plus, I would love for a chance to brag about my own straight A semester to my roommates. In fact, I would demand a medal were I to get straight A’s this semester, in the face of all my family drama, my nonexistent bank account and cash flow, the reverse culture shock, and all the work/internship hours I’ve put in this spring.

I was very angry this afternoon to find out I received a relatively low score for a reaction paper I did last week for my political sociology class. I was angry because it was the kind of score I was receiving at the beginning of the semester, when I didn’t put in any effort, whereas last week I actually did the readings and carefully scoped out my analysis. Like what the fuck? I hate the way this TA grades, it’s so unfair and he gives no feedback on how to improve whatsoever.

Thinking about school is making me angry. Must. Stop. Thinking.

(But of course, that is going to be virtually impossible now that finals weeks is breathing down my neck. Sigh, I need a beer.)

My plans for after college graduation are rather murky at the moment. I do have one goal now that I hope I can start working toward: returning to Costa Rica. A classmate from last semester is looking to go back in September, and I am determined to accompany her. How I will do this, I do not know, considering I have less than $200 to my name right now and last semester in Costa Rica I spent at least $1500. Granted, that was over the span of four months, and in September I’d be visiting for a week. Let’s see, if I spent about $470 on my flights last year (totally a guess there), I’d say I would need about $250 for a week…I must start saving up for ideally $800 by September. This is probably totally a bad idea, since Costa Rica last year and my spring break trip to Florida this year absolutely killed my savings, but I’m gonna do it! Even if at the moment I have no real job, no real income, no real…anything.

Costa Rica! I promise I’ll be back!!

Hmmmmmmmmmmm……