Internet dude is coming to my apartment bright and early tomorrow morning at 8am. I should get some sleep. But first, here's a cool survey which I'm really excited about because I never do surveys.

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.
NO CHEATING!

How do you feel today?
U2 - All Because Of You

What's your outlook on life?
The Killers - Everything Will Be Alright (true that)

What does your family think of you?
The Ataris - So Long, Astoria

What do your friends think of you?
Jimmy Eat World - Nothing Wrong (perfect in every way, just like Mary Poppins)

What do strangers think of you?
Hoobastank - Running Away

What do your exes think of you?
Tool - Opiate (I don't even know what this word means)

How has your love life been so far?
Default - Faded

How will your love life be in the future?
Green Day - Homecoming

Will you get married?
LostProphets - Last Train Home

Will you have kids?
Nirvana - Stay Away (hahahahaha)

Are you good in school?
Goo Goo Dolls - What a Scene

Will you be successful in life?
Hoobastank - Out Of Control

What song should they play on your birthday?
Fall Out Boy - 7 Minutes In Heaven (yeah, that's how I roll)

What song should they play at your funeral?
Amelie Soundtrack - Let Go

The Soundtrack of Your Life:
Train - Drops of Jupiter

You and your best friend are:
Fall Out Boy - Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends (haha, how appropriate)

Happy times:
Rent Soundtrack - I Should Tell You (this song is sad)

Sad Times:
A Perfect Circle - Thinking of You

Every day:
Audioslave - Show Me How To Live

For tomorrow:
Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending

Your Sex Life:
All American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret (of course, what else did you expect?)

How are you going to live your life?:
U2 - Desire

Is anyone going to repost this?:
Fall Out Boy - I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written By Me (wtheck is with all these Fall Out Boy songs? I don't even like them...)

That was fun. Well things are much better now. My apartment is slowly coming together. After many phone calls and visits to maintenance and housekeeping, I got most everything I needed except bookshelves, a bigger bureau, and a vaccuum cleaner. I'm feeling pleased =].

I just cleaned my apartment bathroom. Bathtub, floor, sink, toilet, and mirror. Yep, the works. I feel quite accomplished.

My freshmen arrived today. They're so cute =]. Except the guy from Socal who said that the only time he would use hella would be to say, "Norcal hella sucks." What a douche; I don't like him. Haha, I joke. He's a cool kid. I'll give him a second chance. Jessie and I are leading the Trust Walk and leading the Honor Code discussion tomorrow. I hope we don't bore them to death.

Goodnight all.

I'm not going to complain more because I did enough of that in the last entry.

But everything still sucks.

My day sucks. I'm going to bitch and whine now.

I moved into my apartment in the rain. It's been humid, sticky, and gross all day.

Neither of my two rommates are living here yet. There's no other Haverford college students currently living in the entire apartment building (well they haven't arrived yet) because I'm living in one of the apartments that the college rents out to outside people.

Everything in my apartment is a complete mess. There's stuff everywhere.

The apartment came in pretty bad condition. The floors are dirty, the people living in it previously left their food, there's no internet (I'm stealing wireless right now but it's hella sketchy), and not all the lights work.

I'm so sweaty and disgusting but I can't take a shower because there's no shower rod, shower curtain, or shower head.

The toilet doesn't flush.

The bathroom has no blinds.

All three of the desks are missing shelves, so I have nowhere to put my books.

Not all the blinds close properly.

Over the summer some asshole stole my laundry detergent and rice cooker from the basement of Apt46

The living room is missing a TV shelf, and a huge light.

The front door doesn't lock properly.

I can't swipe a card to get into my apartment because it has outside residents.

All I want is a shower, and I can't even do that.

I feel quite lonely and sad right now.

All I can do is sleep, but I don't really want to because I'm so disgustingly sticky right now and I don't want to get into bed.

I want some human company.

Everything sucks right now. sucks sucks sucks. I'm being emo now. Shut up; don't judge me.

I've been optimistic all day, and now I'm sick of it. I kept my spirits up by looking forward to a cool, clean apartment when I was done. I was excited to see friends again. I didn't even let the weather get to me. I was jazzed up to whip my apartment into shape, but nothing's working. Everything is still a mess, and the apt is just in shit condition. I hate wallowing in self-pity, I hate being frustrated, I hate whining, so me writing this entry is just making even more annoyed with myself.

Eff. I want to go home now.

August 25, 12am, Eastern Standard Time. From here on in I shoot without a script...see if anything comes of it...instead of my old shit.

I can't fall asleep now, so I'll photo blog about my last couple days in F-town. I got to spend it with some of my favorite people, DC+2, and it was a damn good time. Especially with Nick because we all love Nick.

Laura made reservations at Melting Pot for 8pm and told everyone it was 7:30 because we're always late to everything. I thought that was a very smart trick of hers since it gives us all a half hour leeway. HA, wrong. Everyone showed up between 8:15 and 8:30. Yeah, we're awesome. We had an Amaretto fondue pot and a Chocolate S'mores fondue pot. Yum =].



So all the sugar got me hellllllla hyper for the entire night. Seriously. I was wide awake until 6am when I forced myself to sleep. Carlo's family bought a new house right next door to their old one, and since they hadn't rented it out yet, it was all ours to enjoy for the night =]



And we had a hot tub that a couple people got rather promiscuous in (no names mentioned). I think they would kill me if I posted that picture though, so here's a perfectly modest one.



We had to scoop water out of the tub, otherwise it overflowed. hahahaha. Oh Bjay...



Of course we played Mario Kart...quite competitively I might add.



And gave massages. We were all discussing how our group does a lot of couple-ish, date things together. Like go fondue, go stargazing on the hills, give massages, go hot tubbing, etc. hahaha.



There was a lot of camerawhoring going on as well. What DC+2 get-together is complete without it? There were about 80 pictures on my camera from the sleepover, Anita has 80+, and I imagine Laura's has about the same amount. We're so good =]. Here's just one of many...




I love how in the morning when we woke up the first thing we did was grab controllers to play Mario Kart. It was sad saying goodbye to them, but I know once December comes around we'll hang out again. I love this group of kids =]

After the sleepover, I hung out with Ash and Jo. I haven't seen or talked to Ash in such a long time. I regret not keeping in touch more or being a better friend, but still it was fun for the three of us to hang out for a bit, like old times. Jo, I've seen all summer because of church. Although I must admit if it wasn't for HOC3 I don't know how often I would've seen Jo.



Then I went home and packed for five and a half hours. Had one last outing with my home group (minus Allie) then went to Victor's house. Sadly, I don't have a picture for this event of the night.

Oh but I have a story. When I called my dad to say I was going to Victor's house he told me I should come home and pack. Of course I'm like wtheck because I already packed. Apparently him and my mom unpacked and repacked my suitcases because I had done such a horrible job. And this morning when I woke up they made me take some stuff out because they said the suitcases were too heavy and I was over the max limit of 50 pounds. So I take stuff out, and then they unpack and repack the top half of both suitcaes to evenly distribute the weight...again. Now, I'm not going to be dumb and say it wasn't my fault. I packed badly. But they definitely didnt' have to go through all the trouble of unpacking and repacking two times and then get mad at me for making them expend so much energy. Anyways, I get to the airport and the guy checking in my bags doesn't even weigh them. Oh parents....

I'm at my sister's apartment now. I get to see JoeChai tomorrow! Yay! Alright, it's late. []Deace out.

Summer's winding down. I have less than two days in Fremont before I fly out to Philly. There's so many people I haven't seen yet, and I feel a little guilty about it. The only people I've really seen this summer have been DC, Patrick, Church kids, and Playgrounds people. I find it odd that DC's on that list because we're always talking about how we don't hang out enough. But I always put the most effort into seeing DC kids...like sending out lots of mass emails and guilt-tripping everyone and their moms. Yeah, I'm pretty good at the latter if I do say so myself =]. I thought that there would be at least one WHS crew gathering at Nick's house or something, but we haven't had any and we live so close to each other. DC's spread out all over the Bay and yet they're the one group I put out for the most. Haha, this entry was meant to be a sort of reflection but it's turning into an I-love-DC entry. But I really do love DC; I can't help it. I know that they're always going to be there. And even though I may not seem them every day; I don't even seem them every week...they're the one constant that I can count on. And we don't have deep conversations all the time, but if I'm in need of one I have about 10 people to have them with. On a former DC 05-06 member's xanga, she wrote in a recent entry that DC kids were some of the best people she had ever met. How true.

While I was reflecting on this summer I originally thought that the few people I saw this summer were the ones who I was closest to, and now I see that's not entirely true. Yeah, I did see my closest friends the most this summer but there are still a handful of good friends I care about a lot that I haven't seen this summer. Slava pretty much summed it up...

beachboy62587: good friends stay friends even after not talking or haning out for a while
beachboy62587: see we've barely hung out for the past year, but i know that you still really want to and we'll always be able to hang out some time

I do regret not seeing as many people as I had planned on seeing. Before summer started everyone was iming me and leaving messages on my facebook wall saying, "When're you coming back? Let's hang out!" Of course I responded back, "Yeah! definitely!" and I meant it. I wasn't just throwing around words. But summer has come and gone and I haven't kept all my promises. But what Slava said is true; I know that I can just pick up where I left off with my good friends. Yep.

All in all, I have had a pretty kickass summer, but I'll be glad to get back to school. The past month has been kind of rough because of my breakup with Patrick, so it'll be good to get away from here (as much as I love getting hyphy in F-town) and jump into school again. I'm kind of excited to start school just so I can get involved with church again, and see if I carry out my goals. Which leads me to my last point about this summer because of course I can't complete my reflection on this summer without talking about HOC3. God definitely brought me to Third Home for a reason, and this summer has been full of growth for me. Not so much learning about God or the Bible, but more of learning about myself and my personal walk with Christ. I've come to understand a lot more about my relationship with God and what being a Christian means...what it's about, and what role my faith plays in my life. I've met such amazing people, especially Jo's crazy cousins who I've heard about since junior high. haha. Everyone was so friendly and welcoming and totally accepted me into their college group. Maybe it was just because I'm Jo's friend, and they know Jo would've defended my honor and damaged anyone who wasn't nice. Just kidding...I joke. Anyways, before summer started I was really worried about putting my faith on pause because I didn't have a home church. Who knew that one visit to Third Home would be the answer to my prayers and would turn a potentially dead summer into a fruitful one? Even after I went to HOC3 a few times, I still wasn't sure if I'd fit in with everyone since they've all been there much longer than I have; half of them grew up with each other. I was pretty sure I'd stick with the church for the rest of the summer but I wasn't sure if my interactions with the college kids were just temporary or if I'd get actual friendships out of them. Well yesterday (Sunday) was the last time I hung out with them, and I'm feeling rather sad that I won't be seeing them until December. heh. So I guess that answers my questions of doubt I had earlier this summer.

And then there was Playgrounds, but I already dedicated a whole entry to raving about that so why repeat myself? Just scroll down the page.

If you know about my addiction to pineapples then you'll understand why I love this wonderful gift so much. My facebook album all about how to cut a pineapple pretty much sums up my obsession. haha.

Pretty huh? I think so.

On another note, I saw this in Daniel's profile. It made me laugh really hard, so I thought I'd share it.
http://images.chron.com/apps/comics/images/2006/8/16/Dilbert.491.g.gif

Cheers.

Heavenly Father,
in my present need,
help me to believe
that you are aware of my anxiety
and will do what is best for me.
Give me the strength to trust you
and put the present and future in your hands.
Grant this through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

I can always tell when my dad is in a bad mood by the number of inanimate objects he cusses at. Like the other day he said "Fuck you" to the washing machine, the door, a pen, his computer, and a jar.

My loans aren't going through =/. *Sigh.* So frustrating.

ROAR. DIE STUDENT LOANS DIE. ROAR

My mom's not the most encouraging or uplifting person in the world. Every day at almost every chance she gets, she reminds me of how fat I've gotten. Now, I know I've gained weight in my past year in college, but my mom is actually rather rude about it. Today after I came home from working out with Danny and Irene, she said, "Ni xian zai zhen de shi yi ge xiao pangzi," which translated to English is, "Wow, you really are a little fatty now." Wtheck. Thanks mother. She's always telling me my legs are tree trunks (well if she's going to be mean at least she's being descriptive about it). But the odd thing is that it's not like she tells me to go exercise and lose weight or even eat better. Instead she'll tell me I'm fat then offer me a block of chocolate, a piece of cake, or a bowl of ice cream. I don't get it.

Don't get freaked out about what I'm gonna say next, but everytime my mom mentions how fat I am, I wonder whether or not she would leave me alone if I had anorexia or bulimia. And whenever I go out to exercise she thinks I'm weird. Like during the school year when I picked up running because I wasn't being very healthy, my mom laughed at me. Oh and when my sister came home for a week this summer, my mom kept on asking me if something was the matter with her because she had lost so much weight. But I do have to concede that Serena is ridiculously skinny. She's like a chopstick. No joke. *waves* Hi Serena! =].

Time for bed. Yes, it's 10:30pm.