Inconsiderate Jerks

I don't appreciate a person who lacks a sense of maturity, manners, and most of all, respect. Case in point: Over the weekend, my roommate invited his friends over our apartment. It was cool. No big deal. I just didn't get why my roommate didn't introduce me to them until the next day. He just simply told me that there's just going to be some guy sleeping on his bed that night and that I shouldn't just freak out as a fair warning. My reply was just a simple, ok. That's fine. No big deal. So I went out for a while, got some bomb ass Chinese Food with 'real' people. I came back to my apartment, tired, opened the door to my room and was greeted by this sour, bitter, old wet socks/chinese food stir fy smell! Once I got a quick whiff,  a sudden snore match with a fart sound tried to satisfy my desire to hear music that will for sure lull me to sleep. Great. Awesome. I just went to bed and shoved my self under the sheets. 


Unto the next day. I woke up and tried my best not to wake this wanker up and was actually being considerate and respectful; that's just me, it's in my blood. My mama taught me well. So, I got ready and went to work. At the end of the day, I went back home and decided to go out and grab Chinese take out. Again. I went in my room  and to my dismay, here's the pince of jerk sitting on my chair, chugging J.D. (Jack Daniel) and offered to give my seat back. I replied with, ". . . no it's ok. You can sit there. It's totally fine." I fake as that sound, I was really fine with it. My roommate offered if I want some JD and cookie dough. . . again, I responded with, ". . . no, I'm cool. It's ok. Thank you though." As corny as that sound, I was actually trying to say a pun/joke but he didn't get it. Haha. I went to the living room instead. Hours later, they went out, and I went in my room and watched an episode of Smash. Wonderful show btw. They came back, even drunk and started conversing about politics and such; saying bull crap one after the other and making dick comments that only enlarge their egos. To that, I didn't mind it. They just sounded so bratty who thinks that they're 'the shit.' Seriously?! Things that they say are just down right filthy, in all sense. It's true what they say, once they're drunk, true colors come out.  Seriously, I would rather hang out with people from the hood and have a blast with them than these know-it-all, inconsiderate, potty-mouth, educated, douche-bags. I pity them. I don't know why they act in such a manner that really shows how messed-up and insecure they are. Being educated doesn't give you the right to act like an ass-hole, talk like an ass-hole, and disrespect people with your acquired wit. I guess that's why I find a lot of fake individuals in academia, than my own neighborhood in South Sacramento; at least people in such areas are 'real', in all sense and don't sugar-coat shit! 


I guess it's one of those learning experiences that is essential in 'growing-up.' Thank God my parents taught me the value of humility. It's one of those things that's crucial in. . . I guess. . . growing-up! *Sigh* I can't wait to finally graduate and be done dealing with egotistical, rude, ignorant individuals. After that, I have to deal with adults that are five times worst! GROW UP PEOPLE, GROW UP! 

Source: http://wtfwithjohnmcintire.blogspot.com/2012/01/king-of-douchebags.html

Follow My Thought, If You Will

        . . . . . . *Overwhelmed* . . . (No sense of direction). . . Lost. . . still trying to find my way. The thought of home always runs through my mind. . . the struggles, the constant worries, with the condition of the economy, not making enough . . . long shifts, two jobs, over working. . . trying to support a family. . . uneducated. .  only got through half of elementary. . .  struggled through the storm, all wanting The American Dream. . .somehow managed to stay happy, laughter is what glued the family together. . . was able to raise four children. . . trying their best in order to keep the kids satisfied, not hungry, have a roof over their heads, protected from the rain, the hail, the gust of the unfair, cruel dark world. . . providing light, comfort, safety, care, love. . . wake up everyday doing the same routine. . . and the worries continue. . . an endless cycle, an endless ride. . . constant prayers every night. . . 




. . . Trying to put myself in my parent's position is no easy task. Can you imagine what they have to deal with everyday? Being away from home in such a great distance (the opposite coast, different place, different situations), it made think about them. . . almost every night, I dream about them. . . they managed to raise me for twenty years, teaching me the fundamentals of life, of how to live an independent life, yet, I yearn to hear and see them.  .  . I have a phone but I rarely call home. . . I don't have the time to do so. . . I come home every day tired. . . hungry. . . drained. . . sleepy. . . worried about homework, work, my life. . .  




. . . . I'm almost at the end. . . I can picture myself walking the stage. . . in May I'll be graduating. .  assuming that I pass my classes. . .  before then, I have to make sure I'm able to have an idea of where to go. . . possibly find a job. . . possibly thinking about moving away from home in order to provide for myself. . . or if not. . ugh. . . . I don't even want to think about moving back home. . . I'm so confused. . . I don't know what to do. . . What should I do? . . . .


. . . .  get a job? Follow my dreams and possibly make it? I need a sign. . . I'm putting myself out there in the Universe and trusting The One above to guide me through this. . . with everything that's going on around me, I have to plan my next move, or else, nothing will get accomplished. I need motivation. . . I need a push. .  . I need to talk to someone. I need to talk to you. . . . 

The National Art Gallery 02/26/2012- "Glare Shine"

Words Unspoken

Time_Line

written by: Jesson Rata

I'm staring at a spot for a very long time.
I'm sleepy, lifeless, and bored; sitting here comfortably should be a crime.
I stare at a blank space again.
The time slowly progressing, day dreaming puts me in zen.


As I warm my seat, my eyes are ready to set.
Even quick interruptions turns my temporary rest to threat.
Half an hour left, I'm counting down.
I'm king of the sofa, bring forth my crown.


I see the end is nearing, but it's far from ending,
I'm drifting, leaning, trying to move on, time is suspending.
When I finally reach the line, 
No lime from the lights, no celebration, no shine.


Walking steadily, with shame, back to where I started.
Fantasies all gone, dreams departed.
The path I take, rooted from own choice,
Rising from the ashes, I found my inner voice. 

Three Day Weekend

Cheers to the three day weekend. . . drink to that. .  yeah yeah!!!! LOL.

First of all, it's been a while ya'll! Sorry for taking a small hiatus from bloggin'. The past month has been a whirl-wind of things that I didn't have any time to get on here and blog. SO what to do in a three day weekend? Well, I feel like this weekend just flew by, I mean, I get the fact that we have Monday off but it still didn't really feel like much of a break.

Tonight, my co-workers and I had the privilege to see the Disney on Ice show. Thanks for the great bosses that we have at 826DC, Dillon gave her four interns the tickets; which by the way was a story of it's own: Dillon, our programs/volunteer coordinator gave me an assignment (much like a mission) to run to Pennsylvania Ave., to the Mayor's Office (big ass building) and meet some guy to pick-up a special envelope. As he was handing them to me, he made a quick speech about how much he appreciates 826DC and the service that we provide for the community. In my head, I was thinking the contents inside the envelope, perhaps money (donation) of some sort, another thank you letter, whatever it was, I made sure it was safe and sound. When I finally reached the 826DC center, I gave it to my supervisor and apologized for taking my sweet time only to fetch an envelope. Once I started working, she came up to me and asked if I was free Sunday evening and I replied a quick yes with hesitation (picture my face turning slowly, eyes squinting, and slowly saying the word out). I asked why, and she said that she wants to give us (four interns) the tickets to Disney on Ice- 100 years of Magic! From the moment she said Disney, I almost cried (of course I faked it but, hey.. ) LOL. I was ecstatic to find out that the envelope that I was holding the entire time was actually tickets to the show. In return, I said a thousand thank you's to Dillon and how amazing she is.

During the show, my co-worker and I went to where we were supposed to be and to find out that they were suite tickets!!!! (a.k.a. VIP access!!!). The moment that we saw the room, both of us turned to each other with pure amazement, like a kid in a candy shop, and had a 'white-girl-moment.' Of course, I took some pictures to post on my facebook, and a couple of videos. Man, it was awesome. Although there were minor falls from the skaters, it was alright; with big costumes and big production like that, I couldn't even fathom the pressure.

When my other co-worker mentioned something about a free show happening at the National Art Gallery, I decided to tag along with her and leave early after intermission. Although I didn't get to see the entirety of the show, I was fine with it. The mission to get to the Gallery was a work-out. The guy that works in Verizon Center told us the wrong the direction to the gallery and made us walk in a huge circle where we could have spent only ten minutes to get there instead of entire half an hour or so. When we got to the gallery, we thought we were going to be the cut-off since the place was already packed with people- because of the fact that it was a free show- but thank goodness we were able to get in had snatch a couple of seats for the both of us. After intermission, we went to where my co-worker's friends were sitting and was able to sit by them; thank you for the generous man who offered us the seats. After the show, we went to this restaurant, a brewery of some sort, and devoured our meal; well, at least I did: literally, inhaled that awesome burger. MMM... sooo filling. Then, we decided to catch the metro and had fun conversing and sharing some laughs along the way. It was an awesome time. I had a wonderful Sunday night.

A Sunday night that's not yet over. I still have to visit some friends and come back to my room to catch up on t.v. episodes. Overall, this was one of the best Sundays ever. I have to come back to The National Gallery of Arts and get lost in that place. OOO it's soo pretty and HUGE!  I hope ya'll had a wonderful Sunday as well. I hope to posts some poetry soon. Can you imagine that February is almost over? Time is surely flying. I feel like this is the perfect time to really explore D.C.

Speaking of exploring, I was supposed to go to NYC this weekend but due to some planning difficulties/issues, I wasn't able to go; thank goodness I didn't!!! LOL. I'll just wait till March, when it's actually a little warmer, that way I'm not freezing my ass off while trying to bite a piece of the big apple. OO I can't wait for more adventures to come!

Song of the week: One Republic- Good Life

source: http://weknowmemes.com/2011/11/wasted-the-whole-three-day-weekend/

There's Still Hope

Just got home from a long day at work. After, I went to go see an anti-valentine's day performance written by young play writers (8-11 grade students) in conjunction with the Young Playwright's Theater held at the GALA Hispanic Theatre in 14th Street NW (Columbia Heights area). 

OMGAH! That was the best theatre experience ever! Sure, there wasn't much of a set.. all they had was a bunch of chairs for the actors to sit... and most of the lines are read...but the quality of work that was put in to every performance was fantastic. And mind you, middle/high school kids wrote their own pieces (4 plays each written by 4 talented students). The lines were exceptionally delivered by the great actors/actresses..that I had to hug one actress after the show to show my appreciation of how good she was. 

I didn't expect much coming in, but was amazed by the fact that each student wrote a play and the quality of work that they put into it was awesome; better than other crap we see on films/television these days, with predictable plots, boring scenes, endless remakes, and the media's obsession with viper bull crap. I thought I'd never see another day when writers are actually producing work that is actually worth appreciating, till this day. And for that, I believe that there's still hope out there to revive what was once called entertainment. I truly believe that the children are our future, like what the late Whitney Houston said (or sang). I'm happy that there are programs out there like the In-School Playwriting Program that provides the tools and help for these young individuals to flourish their creativity and imagination through writing. Writing is the most basic task a person can do and yet, it's the most complex when one actually tries to write something out-of-the-box; may be through poetry, research paper, analysis, article piece (newspaper/magazine), playwriting, or even blogging! All of it requires critical thinking, patience, dedication, motivation, and a good amount of passion.

At the moment, I'm trying to really write more but I'm just so sleep deprived. It's been a long day. Overall, I'm glad that I made the decision to see the performance. I might try and volunteer at the theater and help out. I was going to try and act but they only do open auditions over the summer for its season productions; plus, I ain't no headshot! LOL. Anyway, I was really inspired by the performance tonight that it really made me think about my goals and aspirations in life. As one of the students said, "follow your dreams!" as corny as that may be. Heck, I believe in that and I'm going to follow my dreams. I know that I'll make it one day. One day, you will see. I will be a somebody!!!!! LOL. Have a great night ya'll! #Peace, Love, Happiness! XD :)

source: http://www.pamil-visions.net/category/entertainment/page/20/

We Will Always Love You

News broke yesterday (February 11, 2012) that one of the greatest voices in music has died. To be honest, I don't even know how to react. I was in shocked when I found out about it through twitter. On that moment, flashbacks of my childhood listening to I Will Always Love You, Run to You, I Wanna Dance with Somebody, to name a few hits. Known for her voice, The Voice, Whitney Houston was one of the many female artists that many of today's singers looked up to. The power, the inflections, the runs, the distinct tone of her voice made her one-of-a-kind, a divine diva, a legend. She was able to capture the audience, through her interpretations of songs and heart-felt delivery that she need not over-sing. All that one has to do was listen and be captivated by her regalness and charismatic stage presence.

One of these days, I want to do a tribute and perform a mash-up of her top-charting songs. If only I had the instruments to back me up. But, a simple medley will do just fine, as a way to celebrate her life and her mark that made everyone in the world love her, aspire to be her, sound like her, sing like her. Nothing compares to her. I know that she's up there singing with the angels. We Will Always Love You Whitney Houston! 

source: http://www.classicwhitney.com/

Before the Day Ends

Today was actually a productive day at work. 

Even though I didn't get enough sleep last night, it was actually a good day. 

I was late coming in work today (been since the start of this week). 

Finished tasks *pat myself on the back*

Had a wonderful lunch at work thanks to the delivery The Heights next door to us provided.

Ate so much. Chowed down a lamb burger with fries, Mac-n-Cheese, Chicken Wings, and Doughnuts for lunch.

Had a wonderful Thai dinner with wonderful peeps. The food was bomb. 

I'm so exhausted. Putting off presentation stuff tomorrow after class.

Didn't have time to read for class tomorrow; again, I'm going to just sit there and take notes, mouth shut, eye twitch here and there. 

After presenting tomorrow, I'm going to be so happy to start my weekend. 

35 mins left before 12. 

Days are totally flying, I should be totally sleeping. 

I can't wait to sleep. 

I love my bed. 

I can't wait to sleep.

I love my bed.

I just can't.

I need to sleep.

I just can't.

I need to sleep.

SLEEP! 

Source: http://islagraywaxinglyrical.wordpress.com/2010/09/09/sleep-obsessed/

Faux Real?!

There are many things in this world that I hate. One that really rank high on the list is fake people. I hate fake, two-faced, plastic, people. I don't get why they have to act this way and not be themselves. Perhaps they hate themselves and try to put on a front just to sell themselves in order for people to like them? Or that they are either scared of letting people know the "real" them or they're just afraid to let people in? Putting a mask on, a wall, a blanket, cake themselves with make up, cosmetic surgery, create multiple personas/identities, is supposedly a way for fake people to deal with their own problems within their inner selves. My only question is, why? Why would they do such a horrible thing? I would rather hangout/talk to quiet, odd, awkward individuals that nobody really likes/understand instead of making an effort to be liked/friends with someone who chooses people to be their friends and/or just plain fake. Why would I waste time just to keep re-introducing myself to someone who acts cool/nice, and somehow have dementia or really bad short-term memory of some sort and not remember my name; yet I freaking remember yours even though it was such a 'unique'/different, exotic, intricate name. Again, why would I waste my time trying to store your name/identity into my long-term memory (LTM)? FORGET YOU THEN! UGH!

I appreciate those people that actually, genuinely nice, friendly, respectful, social, humble, over-all cool and remembers my name and my face. I mean, yeah, if you meet me with my hair tied back, I look a little different compared to when I have my hair down; Really? You recognize me because of my hair? That shouldn't be the way you remember your friends right? And please don't make the "I was drunk" excuse. . . oh, so now that you're actually sober, you don't exchange salutations with me when I cross paths with you? And when you're drunk, you're suddenly turn into a friendly saint and have the nerve to make conversations with me. Really?! Either you're a dickhead, an asshole, self-centered, stuck-up, or just plain fake. With all this personalities you have, my diagnosis is that you have a multiple personality disorder or maybe you're just an attention whore and/or fake.

If your goal is to make people like you, for who you are, no matter what, just act like yourself. Don't try to please everybody just because you're only goal is to be popular and have your name mentioned around town. People who are popular are people who have actually made a difference in society and/or people that are likable because they're REAL no matter how awkward, silly, annoying, loud, and shy they are. If you're fake and people actually like you because you've defined they're own definition of 'cool', then they're probably fake as well. Maybe the only reason that your fake-ass is popular is because people talk about your fake actions and bullshit that comes out of your mouth, which reflects how badly you treat other people. You mind as well be an actress/actor since you're good at playing multiple roles. Hey, that shows your versatility, and people like that. But I bet you, people would be so confused as to why you act a certain way in real life, trying to fit into a certain group just to be liked. I don't get it. Again, why?

My point is, an individual doesn't have to try hard to be likeable. Just be yourself and be nice like how your parents taught and raised you. Unless, your parents didn't teach you much, that's another issue for the next post.

Fake is lame. Crack is the same. Look in the mirror you're the only one to blame. So don't be whack, stop playing the game; be your true self, no shame; stay grounded, stay the same. 

source: http://duralchristmastreefarm.weebly.com/1/post/2011/10/two-types-of-christmas-trees-sydney.html

Days of The Week

Sunday

Today is Sunday. February 5, 2012.

           Guess what today is??? Super Bowl XLVI!!!!! YEAH!!!! . . .  oh ok. I'm not a foot ball fanatic, I don't have a certain team that I wear/represent, but it's fun to watch it. Also, today is cleanse day. Since I've been here in D.C., I found myself going to church more than ever. The last time I went to church back home was 17 years ago. I know right?! I'm such a bad Catholic boy! But I always say to people that even those years that I've missed going, I still keep in touch with Him and pray and always keeping the faith. There are people out there who goes to church every Sunday and yet they commit things that are unspeakable and unholy. Or people who call themselves religious, yet they judge, disrespect, and stereo-type people without being open minded. Religion is not about reading the bible (or Qur'an, scriptures, etc.)  every day and knowing all the verses, it's not about asking favors/wishes/material things to whoever you believe, and it's not mostly about trying to fit in to religious holidays (i.e., the entire holy week, fasting, etc.). What makes religion a religion is the fact that you keep a connection, a relationship to whoever/whatever it is you truly believe in, with full genuine commitment. At least that's how I see it. To those who call themselves holy, look in the mirror, think about what you've done lately, and educate yourself.

I apologize for that spinet of rant and for those whom I offended. Sorry. Anyhow, today is mostly recovery day for those people who spent their Saturday night dancing, drinking, grinding, puking, f***ing, or all of the above. If only I was 21, I would probably do the same thing with them. Plus, today is also homework day. EWWW. For most of us, we would do our readings (or try to attempt and not get distracted), write our papers, and eat endlessly. I can't believe that this weekend flew by hella fast! Tomorrow is Monday, ugh, ya'll know how much WE hate that day, but we have to start the week somehow, right? 

Lastly, I want to give a shout-out to do those who follow my blog posts and waste about ten minutes or less reading my random thoughts and rants. I thank you all. . .I could probably count in both hands how many of you all are out there reading this post right now. So thank you! <3 <3 <3 Expect to see a poem probably tomorrow or sometime this coming week. Again, I thank YOU! *sings in tune with Bruno Mars' Just the Way you are*: you're amazing, just for reading my blog! LOL. *PANDA HUGS*  XD

source: http://www.bloggerclick.com/2011/04/sunday-facebook-status-updates.html

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Saturday

Today is Saturday. February 4, 2012. 

           Stayed up super late. Woke up super late. Now I'm just starting my day. The weather outside is pretty ugly. The rain makes me even more tired than I already am. Today is just chill. I'm going to National Geographic to volunteer and after that, start to rock the night away with amazing people. I don't know exactly what to expect, but that's part of the fun. 

I was supposed to go to the Newseum with my peeps, but failed to wake up on time; thus, the sleeping-in took over. Last night, I met more amazing people and found myself included in a group. The dynamics are different from the usual peeps that I hang out with. Perhaps the reason why is that most of the people that I hang out here with are in quarter system and the group that I met last night was in the same semester system that I am. What we all know is that we hate all the elitist students who think they run the entire center and that the world revolves around them. Whatever, I'm not going to let that bother me. Imma just continue to be Me and only do Me. Forget them!

It's Saturday and day is almost half-way over. I'm going to enjoy every second of it. Nothing is stopping me for ruling the world. Even this rain ain't scaring me. BRING IT! 

Source: http://www.commentbuddy.com/Saturday-Comments.htm

Days of The Week

Friday

Today is Friday. February 3, 2012.

            

I Hate It When. . .

I hate it when I'm in a room full of people talking about something that I don't have any knowledge about and leaving me feeling so left out and excluded.

I hate it when I don't have anything interesting to say, or something to contribute to a group or a discussion since I'm either tired due to lack of sleep, or just feel uninformed. 

I hate it when I don't have a voice; I can't speak; I can't articulate my thoughts.

I hate it when I'm forced to stay silent. 

I hate it when I can't think.

I hate it when I can't see.

I hate it when I can't. 

I hate it when I.

I hate it when.

I hate it.

I hate.

I. 

So it's Friday. I just got out of class, I'm  tired, I'm hungry, I'm sleepy, I want to hang out with people, I just don't want to do anything. If plans follow through, I'm hoping to enjoy late night fun with great people. We'll just have to wait and see. Hope ya'll have a wonderful, amazing, blasting, fun, crazy FRIDAY! 

source: http://george-hall.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-ole-hairy-friday.html

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Thursday

Today is Thursday. February 2, 2012. 

           I'm currently at work. I have my tea steeping on my left side, my folder, notepad, pen, Takis, granola bar on my right, and I'm ready to work today. I got a full night sleep last night. Woke up feeling better than yesterday, still a little sleepy, but managed to get to work on time. Today is also our staff meeting day. Every Thursday all of us gather in one big table and talk about three things we did last week, three things we're planning on doing this week/next week, and three things we need help on. Usually there's like a bonus fun question that we have to answer after we talk about our three things like, what's your favorite 90's movie(s)? Favorite book? etc. Something that's random and fun. 

I got a feeling that today is going to be a good day! Even though it's raining outside.. like a light to mid light showers--not like heavy-drenchy-WET kind of rain--the sunshine peaks in once in a while and tease us, but that's ok. Sun likes being kinky when rain is making us all wet. LOL. Anywhooo~

I have homework to do after work. Nothing difficult, just a bunch of readings and one paragraph paper. I'm just happy that today is Thursday. . . Coz we all know the tomorrow is Friday! Even though I have class tomorrow, it's good that it's not a night class.  But that's all I have for tomorrow. So when I have a free day, I always set an agenda for myself to be productive and do homework but it always fails to follow through. That's why I have to set realistic goals, and not plan on doing big things when all I have in mind is the thought of sleeping in. Don't ya'll hate when that happens? I surely hate it when people make plans with you and decides to change it the day when it was supposed to be on, it just irks me! Of course I don't react in such a negative way in front of them; I usually just smile and say that 'it's O.K.' when in actuality on the inside I'm saying, 'F***** U, U stupid B***!!!!! STOP WASTING MY TIME!'. So please, if you're one of those people, or know someone like that, or even experienced that in the past, don't let it happen again and avoid making plans that you know will never happen. I understand if something unexpected happens and you're really genuine about following through with the plan(s), that's an exception I'll let slide by coz that always happens to me and we don't have the ability to see the future; therefore, that excuse is valid. 

Speaking of plans, what are your plans for today, tomorrow, and for the weekend? No matter what, don't forget to always smile and stay positive. Good vibrations always equates to good karma; remember that. 

source: http://www.zwani.com/graphics/days_of_the_week/thursday/

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Wednesday 

Today is Wednesday. January February 1, 2012. 

              I am super tired today. I didn't get any sleep last night unless you count the fifteen minute nap break that I took on the floor of the study lounge. I was up all night, last night, till seven a.m. today working on my literature review that is due today for my Research Seminar: Sustainability and Environment. It's a pain in the butt trying to open my eyes and be actually present at the moment. For instance, I came in to work today and when I was doing my project, my eyes were giving up on me, while I was hanging on for dear life and not give in to temptation. It was so hard to not close my eyes, so I put my head down for a good ten minutes, closed my eyes for a bit, then mustered-up energy to continue working. Let's see if I can survive today. UGH. I don't feel like going to class today. I know that I'm not going to pay attention in class and will not say a word, nor participate. That reminds me, I have to print out my literature review before class tonight. I'm just hoping that I wrote--at least-- a good, solid literature review. *Crossing fingers*. We'll just have to find out when my peers evaluate and critic it. UGH. I swear, that class is just a drag. I feel like we do a lot of busy work and not actually work on our research paper, but I guess it's part of the process in order to be able to produce a well thought-out, solid (there I go with that word again), thought provoking research paper. UGH. Even just thinking about it, saying it, typing it, the idea and act of research paper just kills part of my soul. If not part, almost whole. I know that I've been writing research papers since High School, then actually producing my own research work during my Sophomore year of college, and now that I'm almost done with school, senioritis is taking over me. I have to write two research papers, with article summaries, case studies, presentations on top of it, and I just hope (there I go with that word again) that I'd survive. But through it all, I always remind myself to take it one day at a time and breathe. Take a  break once in a while and not stress about the future.  I hate when I do that! And when I do, I just end up adding wrinkles to my forehead, breakout, not get enough sleep, and cry in the corner while sucking my thumb and hair strands falling. What a sight to see right?! I bet! 

Well, I should go back to working and actually be productive. I hope (again), that things will not go horrible today. *Again, crossing fingers.* 

source: http://www.coolfreeimages.net/wednesday.php