Bookends and Old Friends

I guess I haven't been updating that often this semester. I think this is like when you meet old friends and ask each other how the semester is going.. there's no real good answer except "good" or "bad" or "so-so". Its as if that length of time has to be diminished to a couple of words in a sentence. or generalised. because we (I at least) can't manage to think of important specific occasion on the spot. Maybe.. I went to Boston, or I hate my post Col. teacher.. which makes the class almost unbearable. or something... maybe the generic questions requires a generic answer, and the quality of the answer is only based on the quality of the question?

But outside of that, I saw Ian and Joe, both of whom i haven't seen, or corresponded with over the past three months or so. Had coffee with Rabah, and can't bear to think that this is, perhaps the last that I'll get to see of her for the next six months. Now that I'm home, I think a lot more about the people that I still want to know, but that I don't. like Yang, Foote, Ian, Kristine, and Joe. I hear about them from different people, or I occasionally visit their facebooks and leave a comment, but in all seriousness, I don't really talk to them at all. nor can i say I'm really their friends anymore. Its my fault, and i guess they can share half the blame if they care to still know me too, but I get so caught up in what's going on at Berkeley. I don't have time to sleep, let alone eat much.. meaning i spend more money getting food from the asian ghetto, or I live on peanut butter sandwiches which isn't enough food.

I should get one of those bracelets where every tie you complain you have to switch wrists... after 24 hours I'd probably just take it off because it'd be in transit so often.

Snowboarding, Colin & Dylah, Inroads application, Scholarship Essays, stalk career.berkeley.edu, God of Small Things, Education Reader, Sponsorship letters, Lunch with Kaile,

It's already Wednesday. no complaining.

procratinate!

another essay... another blog post. yay procrastination. it's really hard to concentrate on something you're not quite invested in. or that you're not inspired for. I think i rely too much on my teachers to present texts in a way that become interesting to me, and therefore, I can only write essays on texts that I like.

I don't think i make any sense right now.

I wish i didn't have to write this paper so that I could spend more time with Rabah and we didn't have to do this vegging at home while she watches Adaptation and I write this essay. which should be motivation to work harder now so i don't do this all week. but so hard so hard.. and complaining again.

I"m ready for graham cracker cake, SF, Swing dancing, and home.