Hip Hip Hooray!

Yipeee!

I am going to San Fransisco in precisely 23 hours and 15 mins! As you can see I am super duper excited. I'll will remember to take lots of pictures to show you guys so you can see just why I am soo excited. Here's my agenda for today: go to work from 2-10 BOOHOO! finish all my homework so I don' have to kill myself on the plane, bath in soothing hot water filled with "bath bombs" which I got at Disneyland, and of course pack pack pack. Once I get there I'm going to visit my maybe potential college: San Fransisco State University and scavenge through all the dress stores for a perfect prom dress. I got my pay check last Wednesday so I have a little over $300 to spend on my prom dress. Yipppee!

Now for the "no so great" part of my weekend. Due to the fact that I live in one of the fattest fast-food eating country in the world, I have once again managed to gain another 5 pounds. Yep talk about extremely depressing; I hate how my weight has to the be the "wet blanket" of every situation in my life. This week was suppose to be my diet week but Souplantion and Subway were calling out for me so I couldn't resist. Plus working at an ice cream store doesn't help either. You know my friend uses the restroom after every meal? She has the craziest metabolism and she's as thin as a swig. Just imagine eating all you want without gaining a single pound. That would be heaven.

I have a blaring headache and it's driving me insane.

So I will make this entry snappy and quick.

I went shopping three times this week and I think I'm going to be sick. First of all I HATE, LOATHE, DESPISE shopping but my girlfriends persuaded me otherwise, saying that I needed to get a prom dress before all the good ones were taken. But after my 4th hour of shopping I couldn't take it anymore; my feet hurt, everything looked the same, the smell of overly priced perfumes were making me sick, and I couldn't afford anything. In the end I didn't find a dress, all the potential prom dresses were all in the 400 to 500 dollar price range. I only get 8 dollars a hour working at Baskin Robbins; I can't afford to splurge especially on thin pieces of fabric that I'm probably going to wear only once.

A Cup of Coffee Told Me

I had Starbucks today and while I was in class I happened to see the little notes printed on the coffee cup. I thought it was cute so I scribbled it down for you guys.

The Way I See It #76
"The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating- in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of you internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to you life."

-Anne Morriss

Time to start living

I'm ready for colors, excitement; I want to feel like I'm traveling through the Milky Way filled with thousands of stars, swirls of colors and glitter. I want it to be a surreal, an extraterrestrial experience. Spring Break is finally here and I want to spend every moment of it traveling to places created by my own imagination where time doesn't exist and the possibilities are infinite and boundless. I'm going to utilize every moment of Spring Break by doing whatever I want which means eating whatever whenever I want, getting as less sleep as possible, reading until my eyes burn and ache, dancing, drinking, singing, and most importantly laughing.

Sometimes I feel like I can't contain myself and my impulsive urges to just do something completely not like me. I want to be able to just take off, in the middle of the night and just go somewhere beautiful, just drive away from everything I'm use to and familiar with. There's just so much to see and experience and I just want to go out there and witness them all. I guess basically I want to start living, I want to be able to do what I love without having to think of the consequences.

I think it's about time to stop being safe all the time and just take chances. I think I'm ready to let loose and just be myself. I want to do whatever my heart desires and deal with the consequences later because at this point I just don't really care anymore. I realized that analyzing every action or decision you make is no way to live life and experience all it has to offer.

The light at the end of the tunnel

Once again Prom is just around the corner and I really don't feel like spending 300 dollars in order to have fun. But the dress shopping part of the whole scenario is a different story; it's just way too tempting to say no. So far the three candidates I have for Prom are 1) a best friend who I've known since freshman year 2) a slightly annoying but super friendly guy who I've only gotten to know recently 3) and last but not least a guy who I've been interested in but is sadly a complete pothead. Tell you the truth I wouldn't want to go to Prom with any of them but what other choice do I have. I guess desperate times calls for desperate measures; I'm going to have to search for my super short-shorts which I haven't worn in years and bust out my good old conversational/flirtation skills. God I have a feeling that this is going to end badly.

It's funny actually to see people around school frantically searching for a Prom date. My friend went as far as making an announcement in front of class that she had absolutely no Prom date and would offer to pay for whoever would take her. Lets just hope that begging doesn't become a option for me as well.

Since Spring Break is just a couple days away, I decided to plan a much needed trip to San Fransisco just to get away from LA and it's oh so polluted and stuffy atmosphere. I need a change of surrounding and I think San Fransisco is the perfect place to take a much needed break.

Oh after my numerous mopey blog entries I decided that things aren't as bad as they seem. I was complaining in my earlier entries about colleges but I realized that everything isn't as bad as it seems. I'm going to a four year university with friends and family close by and if transferring becomes an option, I'm going to work my ass off for the first two years and then transfer to my dream school. I believe that being able to live in American is a blessing in itself and that unlike many other countries, it is extremely forgiving, meaning that there are always plenty of opportunities to pursue your goals even after many failed attempts.

Yay! It's time to end this on a positive note for once.

Friday Night

So I went to a party yesterday that consisted of sweaty people brushing up and rubbing inappropriate body parts against each other, couples exchanging saliva, and people practically having sex on the dance floor. The music was booming and the multicolor lights were blinding; it was like a big space station fill with a bunch of hormonal teenagers getting their boogie on. So I was in the mosh pit full of panting and heavy breathing; I felt like I was going to either die or collapse right there on the dance floor. I couldn't breath my legs were on fire; I never felt so much sweat and respiration in my life. It was absolutely disgusting. But at the same time the most sensational experience ever.

Yep that was my Friday night, I woke up this morning feeling like a seventy year old man. My back ached, my arms were sore, and my thighs were screaming out from exhaustion.