Today’s my last day in Champaign. The next time I come here, it’ll be just for a visit and not for another semester. The feeling’s so surreal, and at the same time…not.

Yesterday two tornadoes blew through town. The sirens rang at around 7pm, the television was bleeping, and heavy rains and winds were beating down upon our little apartment. I even stupidly went outside to look at the skies, which sure enough were rotating and looked an eerie green. Scariest 20 minutes of my life. Luckily the tornadoes were somewhere far off campus. Great way to send me off, college.

It’s the fourth time in the past year that I’m packing up all my belongings and heading elsewhere. And this time, I’ll be going back home to the suburbs, where I haven’t “lived” since 2009. I have no friends left, no job. No car either. What I will be doing come June 18 (the day my family and I come back from the Philippines) is beyond me.

This good-bye is a little less epic and exciting than my last few days in Champaign last summer before studying abroad. There seems to be a scant amount of people still on campus this week and last night I merely downed my drinks sorrowfully than the usual socializing with a good crowd. There’s so many things I never got to do, like explore the main stacks at the library or get a salad from Za’s one more time (doesn’t help that it burnt down over spring break!). There’s so many final good-byes I never got to make.

Last night when my roommate and I returned home from the bars, I ended up a crying blubbering mess. I hate that my memories of college will be tainted because of a dumb boy and I hate that this dumb boy is still haunting me even though he doesn’t know it and probably doesn’t care.

And again, I’ll have to explain all this sometime soon…

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.