I really wanted to write, however I just realized that Anna's had an AMAZINGLY excitingly WILD day. So as to not steal her flair, remember to read about her's before moving on to my amazingly ironic life. I disapprove of the rum by the way.
*short glare*
I'm trying very hard to recruit people to come with me to SF when you are there. I refuse to miss this chance to see you. Anna!
I think I'm finally getting a feel for the Berzerkeley lifestyle. I have a job, 18 units of classes, Wushu, and crazily talented and persistent people around me 24/7. It's rubbing off. After Spring Break, which I must admit, while I loved seeing everyone and savored every moment of it, I also spent a majority of break reading over my Ochem notes. Our late night, lengthy videos were priceless and I almost got to see everyone. I also went back earlier to visit some Berkeley friends in Cupertino. There is such thing as caramel popcorn with milk and white chocolate. It is diabetically delicious. I also met my friends' families. My future roommates have the cutest little sisters, I plan to partake in the act of spoiling them with baked goods in the near, very near future.
This reminds me that- I'm almost certain to have an apartment by June!
My friends and I went apartment hunting today (yesterday) in hopes of taking over our senior friend's apartment. However, we found a similar one that was cheaper and more to our liking. I'm even more excited over the fact that my Wushu friends are slowly but surely in the process of taking over the whole floor. We've filled forms and just have to wait for my parents' notary signature and the company's approval, we are however, first on the list.
Meanwhile, the irony lies in that the first apt that we liked happened to unknowingly be the one that my friend Ryan, who named me as their reference (without telling me) had also applied for. I make a horrible reference in my opinion. (Yet, I have the power to unwind his reputation and prove his irresponsibility so that WE would be the ones to have the apt. I can joke about it, but in the end I wouldn't dare to do that!) We were lucky enough to learn of a nearby room that had just opened up and are applying for this room across the hall.
In the last week, I have studied for Ochem the average of six hours a day, and between my break and midterm, this was a total of 36 hours of Ochem. I trudged through 2-3 hour practice exams Sun- Tues. Study rooms for 6 hours every single day. It was intense; it was entirely worth it; it was college. I'm still not confident of my test, but I know I learned. Now I just have to keep this determination up until the end of the year.
Wednesday was the day of the exam. Also, the day before April Fools. As much as we hoped, it wasn't a joke . However, I managed to go to lab, work halfway and have a fire alarm/biohazard alarm ring and the whole lab evacuated. We were still supposed to finish our lab- the longest one of them so far, it was rumored. Only, minutes later, the bell rang again. My GSI, our chill, joke loving GSI actually cursed. We evacuated again. It was lucky that the professor decided that in our stress and anxiety, he would let us out for the day and canceled our lab after the alarm rang for the third time. Yet, it wasn't the end.
My Ochem exam was postponed for another half an hour after scheduled time due to scheduling conflicts on the exam room. A former Clinton administration member was lecturing and refused to cut discussion short for the 300 people taking the exam. Our group started and ended our exam after everyone else. Talk about heightened anxiety.
There was a Marie' Digby concert- a charity concert- in Berkeley on Sat. As she is one of my favorite Youtube singers, I went. It was amazing; she sings beautifully on stage; it was better than the videos. She was very relaxed and talkative, and talented. She lived in Unit 2, like me! While not in the same building, I still am able to see the beautiful view she mentions in one of her songs. It's very impressive. I think since forcing my friends to go, they're in love with her too. ^-^
I came back from the concert to lend my friend a dress. We might be going to a party. My first in Berkeley. It'll be next, next Thursday. Aren't you proud of me?
Anyone remember my horror story about this person I met at MJC? And Kaeli knows him too- as you well know what sort of people Kaeli can sometimes unknowingly attract? Well.... he also found me via instant chat today/last night. I haven't spoken to him since I was 17. He somehow still remembers me. I am in a sort of shock at the moment. It's..... a whole other story to tell.
