Very late at night, and in the morning light.

I think the best way to view college is a game. Metaphors aside, if you view it like a competition or a race, it gives you motivation where you probably had none. I find that if I think of homework and studying the way I think about playing Bejewled or Tetris, I'm more likely to be productive and/or successful.

Anyways.

It was really nice to be home, even if for just a couple of days. Ever since I got sick, a different kind of sickness stayed with me. I was sad to return to school, especially since the next two weeks will be hellish, but I just realized that I'm here for 11 more days until I come home again. And then I'll have three weeks, and no schoolwork to worry about. YES.

I realized I don't really enjoy school all that much. But I have to grin and bear it. And that's what the first paragraph up there is for.

On another note, someone said something to me a couple nights ago that got me thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking about. And then I started rereading blog posts from THREE YEARS ago, which is never a good thing. Even though I've aged and hopefully matured in three years, some things never change.

It feels much later than it is. I wonder why that is.

I think I just needed to write.

I don't know why I suddenly felt the urge or need to log into MySpace, but I did. Though it's been a while since I've used it frequently, I still log on occasionally, for really no other reason than there is an icon in my browser, nestled between Facebook and Yahoo. The style and format of the page has changed from when MySpace reigned, but it sits in a little corner of the interweb, still holding messages from long ago. It's like an abandoned town. My page is still decked out in my favorite colors, complete with pictures and a filled in "about me" section. There are comments from friends. It's a relic.

I went into my inbox, because that's where the interesting stuff really is. I went through some old conversations, some that I had no idea what was being talked about, and others that reminded me of a silly fight or weekend plans I had one night. In particular, I enjoyed finding responses to survey's that I had snarkily completed. I feel like I was much clever then. Or I was trying to be clever. I'm not really sure.

I went back over to Facebook, the MySpace of now, and at the suggestion of Daniel Cohen started to fill out a survey in the style of me being silly and insolent. I did the first couple of questions, trying be best to be funny or clever or interesting. The third question asked me when I was last hugged by a guy. This made me sad, because I've hardly been hugged here at college. So I stopped.

It's not meant to be a pity party, just what happened. And that's what happened.

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A while ago I accidentally compared The Jonas Brothers to The Beatles. Luckily, I have the right friends, and they demanded I take it back immediately. But part of what I said is true! With the release of New Moon this week, I got to thinking about crazy hysterical pre-teen obsessions.

Now, I know that I like The Beatles. I like their music quite a lot. And though I do sometimes get the feeling that some people who "like" The Beatles only do so because it makes them feel cool, it's not like it was 30-40 years ago. Which makes me wonder if I was a teenager when The Beatles were in their heyday, would I still like them? Or would I be too disgusted by the screaming girls around me that I refused to listen to them. In the third grade I HATED Pokemon because everyone liked it. I created my own card game - Appaloosas! Or in contrast, would I be one of those screaming girls? And furthermore, if I rejected them because of their overwhelming popularity, isn't that just as bad as accepting them because of it?

Maybe the Twilight series follows this same hypothetical fate. Disregarding the fact that Twilight has no literary merit whatsoever, would I like this series if it wasn't accompanied by ridiculous fan-girls who are in love with the main character? If it wasn't so disgustingly popular, would I be able to like the books for what they are? Now, I've read three of the books. I was hooked when I read Twilight. I finished it in two days, and craved New Moon. But the ultimate answer to this hypothetical question is no. The books are awful, even if I didn't realize it at first.


I don't really know what the whole point of this blog post was. It started with MySpace, and ended with me concluding that Twilight sucks. Goodnight.

I Can't Get Started

I'm going to have to leave in 2 minutes, so this blog will probably be either short or completely nonexistent.

I'm having trouble doing anything productive right now. It's mostly because I'm sick and don't feel like doing anything but lie in bed and feel sorry for myself. The doctor said it wasn't swine flu, which is good, but I still feel awful. It hurts to swallow, which is my most annoying symptom. You don't realize how many times you absentmindedly swallow throughout the course of the day until it's so painful you don't even drink "plenty of fluids" like you're supposed to do when you're sick.

I just returned from transferring my laundry. I hate doing laundry. I had more to talk about, but I'm too tired. Goodbye.

Stars are coming out now, do you miss me?

I have not written in a very long time, and that's probably because class and midterms and in general being busy and not having anything specific or special to say.

But I have just returned from a weekend home, and thought I'd share a bit about what's been going on.

Last week was crazy and hectic, because I experienced my first college midterms, and I was sick, and I went to a Regina Spektor concert, and then I finally went home for the first time since college started. Two of my midterms I feel really really good about. My other one made me cry a little bit on the inside. So we'll see how that turns out. After taking said impossible midterm, I went to see Regina Spektor, which was what you think it'd be. She is one of my favorite people, and so I'm so happy I finally got to see her play. And it was nice to see a familiar face (Andrew Dodson). The next morning, I took my final midterm. I planned to go out that night and celebrate the end of gross midterms, but I decided to stay in to completely recover from my cold. I've been getting sicker more than normal. I don't appreciate it.

I went home this weekend for Halloween (fully recovered, yay!). Alex came over to my house immediately after seeing Spring Awakening, and we went with Aaron to get some Donut Wheel. Then I went to drop Alex off at home, but he was locked out of his house, so we had a sleepover! The next day we made candy, played Beatles Rockband (with another mic, so we could sing harmony!), did some Halloween Caroling, went to a party, and had some delicious pho. It was a full day, which was fitting for the amount of time I had in the Bay Area. Today I just had lunch with my parents, and then flew back.

Now I'm listening to new Lauren Shera (which makes me want to get out my guitar really really badly) and waiting for Amanda to come home so we can trade Halloween stories.


Annd goodbye.