3 cheers for new years

In my entire 19 years of existence, I have never invested feelings on anyone who I knew I didn't have a chance with. Somehow, with you, I could say "There's always a first time."

Still here

One day, I should get back my zest over happy blogging. I usually just tend to do it either when I'm pissed, angry or depressed. Someone bring me flowers and a box of cloud nine.

I oversurf when I'm depressed

I have to rant! AGH I haven't checked my mail in a while and now I pay the price. I wanted to log on to my YM and was having troubles. I was too lazy to figure out what was wrong so I just went ahead and sent a change password email to my other account. When I open my inbox, I see an email from my counselor. It was dated Oct 15th. Blood rushed out of my face upon recovering memories of noting that date on my organizer in BOLD letters. The email said that the deadline for my Admission Guaranteed Form was only until 11:59 of that day. HOLYCOW. It's the only sure and convenient thing in my transfer stress process and I can't )*(&^% believe I forgot. So now I'm still here, blogging when I shouldn't be. Feeling really down, when I shouldn't be. :(

Nerd you herd

HA! I just found out that my 1st homework for Java Programming class is not due till 10pm this Friday! Holy Cow! I just turned in mine 6 days, 23 hours, 40 minutes early. Yes, you heard me -more or less a week early! You'd think that it's because I'm so over procrastination -but it's a bit of misunderstanding. I was looking at the wrong week of my planner and so I also semi studied for my BIO exam which I thought was this Wednesday. HA! YEY! It feels good to be early.

I never really liked the pressure of being last minute, but it's only that pressure that keeps me from doing other things that require less work. GAH

For the first four sessions of CIS 182 class, I never listened nor took notes. Programming is not my thing, plus we had computers with internet and a teacher who didn't care if we youtubed, or facebooked or even down right played poker while he monotoned the slides away. Basically, I knew nothing besides the little knowledge I had left from Senior year C++ class. So, last Friday I woke up knowing I had homework due 10pm that night. I started at 7pm and I crammed 9 hours of lessons in two hours and downloaded 3 softwares that I had no idea how to use. I had one hour left to make sense of the things I read and to my luck, at exactly 9:58, it all becomes clear. I get it two minutes before deadline. I hurried to the best of my ability and finished by 10:20. I felt bitter for being that close to making it but somehow accomplished to have at least been able to make two programs that actually worked.

And today I found out in class it's not due until September 4th. AHH relief!

Woah, so this is how it feels.

xxx

My favorite kind

come and sway my way*
Miss me, Darling
Let's be a cliche
-Nikki Malvar (youtube.com/babyporridge)

There are too many mediocre things in life- love should not be one of them.

Now more than ever, I'd love to have my very own metal detector

You know what i hate more than losing things?

--having to look for them. Right now, I'd pick studying for my Astronomy finals again than having to look for my keys. I lose things. I lose things a whole lot. So I'm not new in this whole "tracing back my steps" technique. I've lost my keys thrice in the two months that I've had them (and I mean lost and having to look for them for more than an hour). I'd give up 1 whole day of the bare 3-day-vacation I have in exchange for them to have a ringer so I could just call (even if it's on vibrate, i could use a little nudge). I've tried everywhere, even in places where it shouldn't be. In my bags, dad's toolbox, the fridge, my back pocket, even in my sister's shoe boxes, not one trace of the sacred door-opening-mail-receiving iron apparatus. Losing keys to your house feels like an itch on your sole while you're wearing boots- it can drive you mad. I've given an ample lot of what's left of my study time replaying the last time I got a hold of it and it is to no avail. But then I had a sudden stroke of genius and this theory came to me- someone must have crawled up our porch last night and took it for my misery. Damn you.

Well blaming someone else feels so much better.
(I just noticed, I'm becoming a fan of the parenthesis)
HA.