It’s now officially Move-In Weekend at UCSD and I’m a part of it! Four years ago, I never would have thought I’d be packing to move to such a school but now it’s a very tangible reality. I seriously think I’m going to have a break down once I get there because my past, whether or not I want to carry it with me, is always going to be there. To some, acceptance into UCSD is nothing but for me it’s very different. I made very irresponsible choices in the past and had I not had the guidance I received, I wouldn’t have shaped up and college would have been out of the question. I’m moving in Sunday afternoon and I can’t thank God enough.

I woke up this morning and throughout the day I packed in little bits. A lot of it was because I was roaming around the house and noticed certain items laying around. All the more important stuff is already put away and ready to make it’s way to my new room.

Plans changed a little bit today. The plan was to go see the babies but some couldn’t come and others came. It was bittersweet: bitter because I couldn’t see the people that couldn’t come before I left but sweet because I saw other people I didn’t want to leave without seeing first. Luckily, this isn’t the final goodbye. I plan on coming home as often as I can. Some consider going home hassling but I have people in my life that are worth the tedious scheduling.

On the way from walking Amie home, Steven told me a story about a game designer that was recently killed. At first I imagined a physically old man with a teenage mentality behind a computer screen but then the story really tugged at my heart. A game designer was driving with his pregnant wife in the passenger seat when a drunk driver was headed for a head on collision with their car. Instead of continuing on his path, he turned the wheel to the right and the drunk driver only hit him, saving his wife and their unborn child. The outcome is tragic but the story itself is ridiculous. Drunk driving is reckless and the consequences can be dire but it can all be avoided by having a designated driver or calling a cab. Some beer companies will actually reimburse a patron’s cab fare too. I think setting aside twenty dollars for a cab is much better than taking innocent lives.

I saw Steven jump when he sneezed today.
Amie had the boys temp-taste her hot milk tea because she “loves me too much.”
I realized that I should be madly in love with Khang as Steven and I discussed workout routines, even though he’s a douche for biking right past Amie.
I survived a stampede of stinky freshman football players unloading a bus.
I had my biggest serving of frozen yogurt yet today ($6.31).
I found out a high school couple I knew back in the day is getting married soon.
I added a unicorn, a rooster, and a pig to my silly bands collection.
I ran into Footsie today, in addition to many other “underclassmen.”
Bao still wanted to take a picture with me even though I wasn’t wearing make up and demanded me to take pictures of pretty boys at SD.
Nancy shared her stalker-picture techniques with me.
She told me I got prettier out of nowhere.
I’m still Marc’s favorite slut.
Mike’s skin tone is currently only three shades darker than mine.
The family friend I’ve had over greeted me today with “You look thinner today,” when the last time he saw me was a week ago.
I didn’t totally lie when I told my parents I was going to be at the football game, I was there for everything except for the first quarter and I didn’t care for a single part of the game.
I noticed that my last blog wasn’t posted on Facebook when Kaylee asked me why I didn’t blog last night.
I was hoping I’d run into Kenny when I saw his sister but no such luck.
I still had no nail polish on today.
Tonight’s dinner was a strawberry poptart.
Today’s lunch was instant noodles but I decided to try all the spices in my spice rack that I haven’t tried and my tongue tingled for a few hours.
I really hope I can stay for the Tet Trung Thu show tomorrow at Polycarp to see the church kids before I go.
Peter’s warning about Triton Eye isn’t the first one I’ve gotten, which makes me sad.
I have to put off my first adventure because I underestimated my desire to participate in Welcome Week events.
The outlet I plugged my laptop charger into doesn’t work and I’ve been plugging it into this outlet every night I’ve stayed up to blog.
I just cleaned out my checking but I’m excited that I’ve earned two dollars in rewards cash.
I’m scared my roomies will have too much fun before I move in.
The Welcome Dance is the night before my first job interview, FUX!
Nancy noticed that I Yelp when she came across my reviews.
I’ve been awake for nineteen hours now.
I thought I’d channel Benjy Compson cause he sure keeps it real.