that's what you get

Well, I just read this incredible short piece one of my high school classmates wrote for his writing assignment and it sounded so nostalgic, and sweet. It made me think for a bit about how I used to judge them for what they are, the clothes they wear and how I construed their personalities from their appearance. But that small piece of writing was able to eliminate the previously established notion in my mind about who I thought he was. Because we aren't really good friends or friends at all, I felt reading that paragraph gave me a complete reversal of attitude toward his character.

Also it made me realize that all these schemas I made about my classmates in high school are probably wrong, and mostly because I never really tried to get to know them. Partially, I probably built a self-fulling prophecy that most kids would be terribly antagonistic to me because I didn't fit into their specific mold. I'll never know their reactions now, and that's what I get for judging.

So I can only sit back and read their small, but insightful notes on Facebook and see them for who they really are, and not the pre-imposed images I created when I was younger. Who knows maybe after reading my notes or whatnot, maybe they'll have a better sense of who I am than the person they knew back then. I hope.

as much as I dislike facebook

changing it's new layout, I'm not freaking out about it.

Gah, studying for finals have been very ineffective.

breakfast

Okay, yeah, it's the most important meal of the day. Seriously, when was the last time you actually had time for breakfast because your 8 AM class starts in five minutes? So my stomach growls, it's being a pussy because it can't wait until lunch. But then you realize that it's actually trying to get back you for not feeding it. It embarrasses you in lecture hall for when it growls, the people around you think it's an earthquake. So I give into it's demands and feed it in the morning before I leave for school, unless I overslept, then it's on it's own.

I swear the easiest kinds of breakfasts are those hot pockets or any form of microwavable food, because nothing is more simple than having heat do your manual work. Toss, warm, stuff in mouth. That's 10 minutes tops.

I also hate it when there's something stuck in your molars and you can't get it out, because

a) you don't know where it is.

b) it's totally unreachable by toothpick/floss/finger

c) it's the only thing you focus on until you get it out

[MUSIC] Alcohol - Millionaires

the set list

There are many things I like in life, for instance I like:

1) when my professor suddenly cancels class, and I show up to it only to be sent back home because I was to lazy to check my email the night before and could have avoided the drive to school. 

2) not to mention, I would have had two more hours of sleep.

3) Finding MP3s from the randomest sites, and then forgetting to bookmark the site.

4) Realizing that my organic chemistry midterm was actually on Wednesday, and that I spent the weekend preparing for a Monday exam.

5) Then, discovering that my housemates are secretly having a love affair.

6) Finally, that priceless moment of my housemate falling off her bed that's only about six inches off the floor when she is awake and sober. It makes me question her actions when she's not any of those two things.