(Jessica Mauboy featuring Ludacris - Saturday Night)

New Year’s Eve is on Friday, New Year’s Day is on Saturday, I’m going back to school Sunday afternoon, Monday is the first day of the winter quarter, Tuesday is my interview for a higher paying job, there are some Greek-hosted events Friday, and Saturday is Something Awesome. I’m pretty stacked but at least it’s business sandwiched by some moderate fun. It’s pretty unbalanced but things will level out as we move away from this holiday fun and back into school-mode. Hopefully.

I heard that there are a couple of winter formals coming up and I’m pretty split. I love socials and I’m down for almost anything that gives me an excuse to put on a nice dress, but formals are usually couple-y kinds of events and I am without a special person. If the girls are down to go, I’ll definitely be there. Just getting ready with these “crazy liberals” is fun! I think it’d be fun to have a date-date too though. I think staying home and seeing my parents makes me feel uncoupled and lonely…which makes me wanna go find a date. Oh darn, I go to UCSD…

Dear White kids soliciting in front of Rite-Aid,
Ching chang chong right back at you. I hope you know that Sharpies are permanent. Let’s also hope the cops I reported you to don’t catch you smoking your Cheech and Chong. Throw some Febreeze on that shit the next time you decide to get caught defacing someone else’s property.
Love,
Your favorite PMSing Asian. 

I definitely miss San Diego/La Jolla and the people there. I feel like I can call it home, even if I’m really there for school. Wow. Feels nice to feel love.

Cool, the money I thought might not have been mine really is mine. I didn’t know I worked that many hours. I’m definitely going to cut back these hours so I can spend more time on my studies. 4.0 is still the goal! 3.0’s just don’t cut it!!! Being O.G. won’t mean anything unless I’m O.D., D.O., or M.D. Having a bank balance statement doesn’t mean anything unless it matches my phone number.

The tapers I ordered are in San Diego like they should be. Great. The name I put on the address is incorrect. Fuck. I just broke my third set. FUCK ME! I feel naked without them now!

I hate how the things I actually want require work when things I don’t want come so easily. I was thinking about this the other night and I wanted to cry. For some reason, I just haven’t been able to cry like I’ve wanted to. After that one night in LA, only the clouds of been crying. I hope I can cry everything out soon because it’s getting so redonkulous. I hope this rainy weather goes away too.

I need to find an artist to sketch a tattoo for me. I want a rosary accompanied by my Vietnamese name, excluding my last name. If I find a man worth changing my last name for, I’ll tattoo it in later on. If I find a man that sees the value in me doing this, that’d be bomb.com. It’s nothing crazy and it’ll be hidden unless someone gets really lucky or I’m just out of my mind. For now though, I’m simply Rosary Thuy Trang Thi Ha and tattoo-less.