Such a tiring week, but at least its over. Time to crawl in my bed and indulge in some much needed sleep. On another note, pretty bummed I missed dumbfoundead at UCI today. Blehhhhhhhhhhhh
In The Garage
Can not stop now. Can’t afford to slip back into my comfort zone. I’ve been doing so good this quarter…Must push through to week 10. Must see this quarter through the whole way…Only then can I relax…Only then can I treat myself…It’s not over until the fat lady sings, so sing damn it!
Mind set on declaring a minor in Applied Mathematics, and possibly a double major if my counselor permits. Whattup!
The concept of mothers day baffles me. There are 365 days a year. That makes approximately 52 Sundays. Why restrict yourself to just 1 out of those 52 to tell your mom how much you love her? This is the woman who gave birth to you (i.e literally the gift of life): therefore, one day out of the year is not enough to show her your appreciation.
I hate the emotion of love. Continuously and relentlessly I tell myself that I don’t care about finding a girlfriend, but deep down I know its not true. Curse this fucking pathetic human psychological phenomenon. Fuck it so much.
Mentally and physically exhausted, and I still have 2 more midterms to go. Sigh
Fuuuuuuu
Just burned a whole bag of popcorn. Now the whole house smells like burnt popcorn. Sorry for angering you popcorn gods!
The day I give up is the day hell freezes over. And I say that with one hundred percent modesty
sometimes all you need to do is pause, take a deep breath, and tell yourself that you can do it: That you are bigger and better than everyone who doubts you, than everyone who hates you, than everyone who judges you, than all the hardships and demons you face. And tell yourself that you have the power to overcome all of it and persevere, despite whatever shit storm life throws your way.
I find that has helped me get through so many challenging times. Here’s to midterms next week. Gulp…
