migblog

besides everything else falling apart, i'm feeling great! seriously!

eleven thousand hits and counting, woot. who knew this puppy could do that?

i'm stressing over something so inevitable as this semester's sophomore slump. i think it's due to the fact that i got senioritis before my time (it's that hanging out with old people thing) and that i think i will have less-than-decent grades for two classes. oh well. i can care somewhat less.

on other notes, i like phone calls.

and i'm not so worried about declaring a major anymore because you know, i think some of this shit is overrated, and the less i worry about it, the more i'll have fun with it, and the more i'll have fun with it, the better i'll do, and the better i'll do, the less i'll worry. ah, this is one vicious cycle which i would like to not stop.

does anyone else get giddy when someone mentions "psycholinguistics" in any context? yeah, i thought it was just me. and it is. unfortunately, the class they're offering next semester is at the same time as the linguistic science class that i'm enrolled in. oh well.

requirement counts down: halfway done with spanish, and barely started with linguistics.
elective count: smooth sailing.
fun: still there. i'm not a naive freshman nor am i a jaded senior, so it's still exciting.
extracurriculars: i think i'll but down on these for a few. i need the break. thank goodness publishing isn't until march next semester.

i want to start writing and painting again. creativity needs to be released from me. i have an urge to paint and write like i haven't ever had before; some kind of new motivation sparked somewhat by my writing this novel. i want to write poetry, i want to paint abstract figures that no one will get until later. i want to be an enigma, but that's a little bit of asking too much.

everything's falling apart but i'm still having fun. i'm still happy-go-lucky. not so carefree, though, but i think some winter break in berkeley until after the bowl game might solve some of that.

i love it when i feel appreciated. it might stem from a single phone call or text message from you, a hug, a kiss, a card, an instant message, a simple hello, a gift, a thank you, anything, really, that justifies my existence somewhat. i like that. a lot. and i like giving them, too, which is to say, happy holidays? the music's playing in every store i go to, and it just reminded me of being... happy.

friends are amazing people. they know exactly when to do the right thing, even when they don't want to.

a kiss on the cheek, too, when given at the right moment, is a thousand times more fantastic than a makeout session.

so, for the lack of going to a class for the past three weeks, or not seeing some people in a few days, here's to more frequency and more fun. it might cost me a few hours of sleep, but i can make do with that, considering i just survived big game week and the lethargy that was thanksgiving weekend. here's a bit more effort for the next semester, and hopefully, higher grades, less worry, and a feeling of contribution that will kick much ass.

when it comes around, life really does look good. most of the time.

i can't wait.

in memoriam, presentacion verayo de leon, nineteen twenty-nine to two thousand one. i miss you, grandma.

posted by Open Source Food @ 11:34 PM