Saturday, February 4

i got nothing. busy with 3 midterms, 1 quiz, a write up, and stuff.

Thursday, February 2

ALL MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING!!! This is what happens when alcohol, hormones, and spit intermix. I guess this makes for easier dinner party planning. If everyone can stand to be in the same room with each other for more than four minutes, then I don't have to worry about assigned seating.

Wednesday, February 1

Apparently, graduate school is like a do or die camp. They want to see who will last the 2 to 5 years of hell. Last kids standing with a decent GPA wins. The prize? An existence of hard work and no play, a constant stream of suicide ideation, psychological instability, caffeine addiction, and a life-time supply of sweatpants and sweatshirts.
I have never taken an exam that had seven questions and felt so horrible about it. I think I got one out of seven correct. I'm goin to beat this teacher to death.

Tuesday, January 31

If only I could be like those people who roll up their sleeves and shout, "I love me a challenge." No, I am a person who backs down from challenges, hates competition, and refuses to do joint activites because of performance anxiety.

Monday, January 30

Crazy is a family trait. It is my hope that if my future child receives half crazy genes, he/she will turn out semi-normal.

My father is going to the bar tonight to go drinking with a white buddy. It is Monday night, he is like 54 years old, and he is Asian. What the hell? I told him not to get drunk and he responded, "I never got drunk. Only once. At Uncle Ray's wedding."
In the summer I need Ritalin, in the winter, I need Zoloft. I should be a spokesperson for Glaxo: "A pill for any season and any reason. Just take it."
So the days are getting longer and warmer and you know what that means. Spring fever. Looks like things are back in action. All my friends are dating and all hell is breaking loose. If you can see from my previous blogs, about 10 months ago, my friends were getting into some crazy booty love shit. I'm glad I have this blog. It traces the pattern of tom flooery throughout the year. Dear Jesus. Let's hope this spring and summer bodes a better fall and winter.

Sunday, January 29

Happy Chinese New Years!