I kid.

A lot on my mind lately,
so things might get slightly pensive.

So first off,
Happy New Year and the best of wishes for 2008!

Had a fun night of clean partying while the parents were away holding their own celebration in San Francisco. I’d say it was a pretty decent way to bring in the new year.

However winter break is now coming to a close, and I’m left dreading the overly packed schedule I’ve arranged for myself. Busy to the point that I’m asking myself, “Homework ever gonna get done?” which I’m seriously hoping is a resounding, “YES!” I really want to see my resolutions through this year. Sure, everyone says it — but seriously kids, I’m gonna do it. I figure nothing in my life is ever going to change (except for the worse) unless I put some effort into it. Hence, I’ve taken the more intelligent route and set realistic resolutions — so no, I’ll neither be swearing off procrastination nor setting weight loss … although that would be rather nice.

Resolutions of 2008:
1. Write a reason to be happy, 1 for each day, for 365 days.
2. Do all my homework — no exceptions.
3. Save $1000.
4. Exercise 3 times a week.

With that aside, I’ve been seriously thinking about what the hell I’m actually doing in school these days. Sure I’m taking the recommended science and math packed classes aimed towards transferring to a UC for Computer Science — but what for? I’m barely staying afloat in my goal to transfer in two years, and seriously think I’m beginning to incur hair loss from all the stress its been giving me.

Which begs the question,
Why am I in such a hurry to transfer besides the obvious reason of being able to move out?

Honestly, I think that’s my only reason. Sure, the faster I get my degree, the faster I’ll be able to get a job, and the faster I’ll be able to support myself while living the way I choose — but honestly — I’m in no hurry to grow up. I figure taking it slow throughout my major wouldn’t be that detrimental seeing as how most other major require extra training after getting the basic bachelors to even start applying. I guess 5-6 years for a bachelors seems like a ridiculous amount of time, but whats the rush? If I’m able to dabble in everything I want to, see the things I want to, and experience the things I want to while accomplishing a decent amount academically, I really don’t see the harm. That includes being able to study abroad, considering an internship or part time job at The Boeing Company, and killing off “Anisha’s official list of things to do before 21″ which is yet to be established, btw (>>;;).

Anyway, I’ve become quite obsessed as of late (courtesy Melissa) with organizing all the files in my computer — including my ITunes library, which is seriously no joke. It’s hard enough when you’ve got the efforts of ITunes automatically retrieving song and cover art information — but when you’re a k/j pop nut like myself, the whole shibang’s manual. Not fun kids, not fun. Nevertheless, I’m determined to complete it all and keep it that way. I figure once I go through all the pain of organizing everything at once while experiencing great pain, I’ll be inclined to keep it all organized as I continue to add more songs.

And I was seriously making an effort until my god damned Dell XPS M1210 which I seriously regret buying decided to retaliate, AGAIN, and refuse to charge. I just had a Dell technician make an at-home call and replace my motherboard. Apparently the original broke loose, and decided to charge my laptop whenever IT saw fit. Ridiculous. I think I was able to appreciate a total of 18 hours of consistent charging before the AC Adapter just keeled over on me. =_=!!! RIDICULOUS.

And now, I just want to stop typing, so BYEBYE.

I mean my freakin English professor acts like she’s doing us all a favor by gracing us with her presence during my English 100 final. It’s your fucking class, its your fucking job — learn to deal. If you had to wake up 1 hour earlier, for one day out of the WHOLE, ENTIRE semester — SUCK IT UP. We’re the ones fucking writing! And sure, maybe you were grading our final essays during that time, but woman, you’re doing no one a favor by grading them in that fucking mood. Seriously.

Then we’ve got my brother acting as if his world has been thrown into utter and complete turmoil because of a fucking group project. YOU’RE IN FUCKING 7TH GRADE. HOW FUCKING STRESSFUL CAN LIFE POSSIBLY BE?!?! I mean seriously! Learn some fucking coordination skills, do your homework, drag your ass to school everyday, and you’re covered! I did it. My sister did. EVERY FUCKING PERSON DOES IT. I fail to see why it’s so extraordinarily difficult for you.

Then there’s my father. Oh, my wonderfully, sweet sweet father. HA! I could pour out a flawlessly flowing essay, relating how fucking annoying this man is, on spot — but alas — I have finals to study for.

Then I’ve got stress from males, stress from finals, stress from the outcome of finals, stress from the upcoming SF trip, stress from the stress I’m going to get because I’m going on the SF trip, stress from my brother’s performance in school, stress from thinking about next semester’s schedule and classes, stress from covering for everyone, stress from being punk ass broke, and the stress of having so much fucking stress — it’s fucking endless!

So although my vacation technically starts in approximately 18 hours, I’m still fucking dying.

All that being said,
I think I’m going to borrow the reigning theme of the day –
which, I’m sure, will prevail through at least December 18, 2007:
FUCK MY LIFE.