Computer Class

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Every Saturday morning is a HASSLE to wake up. Since I have class at 8 am, I have to bring myself to the strength of waking up early, get ready and start walking to school. Why on Saturdays?? I should have re-thought my options for this quarter's schedule. Not only do I have to put up with the burden of waking at the crack of dawn, but also, I have to listen to those dumb conversations from the girl across my computer. Can she complain any more? If it's not your hair, it's your shoes; if it's not your computer, it's your instructors: "Like, seriously ... he makes things harder than they should be .. LIKE oh my god why are you teaching it that way if I can do it this way 10x easier ... seriously like I can teach that class better than him" Aw you poor blondie, if you could, you wouldn't be in school. So yeah, I'm being critical but if she can then I can too. 3 weeks down, 8 weeks to go ... seems like forever!

My life in Cali

Ok, so it takes me a while to blog ... It seems like I am blogger impaired. Anyway, this is what has happened this summer. The raw-vegan diet failed but I stayed vegetarian (1 point Fail 1 point weight loss) I was living in those contemporary build-as-many-as-you-can type of apartments but for X reason I moved out and moved in with some of the coolest people I've ever met. It turns out one of them bailed on me and my other roommate, but instead of crying a river we made the best of the situation and ended up finding a good friend on each other. Drama keeps occurring, however, we find a way to make life work until July comes and I have to pack my bags one more time, the Big Orange awaits me. Excitement rules my world, rocks my socks, and whatever cool slang adjective anyone uses to describe this kind of situation. Then I arrive to what is supposed to be my home for this quarter and next and all hells break loose, I just want to drop dead right there and then. My "room" is not a room, it lacks space and coziness (the coziness I worked so hard to obtain on my last two months in EP that I left behind), my school is not such a disappointment but I realized this is NOT was I was hoping for, and my roommate sucks. Yes, he sucks so much sluts are jealous of him for his suckish habits. Turns out I was given false advertisement all this time, not only that, but I realized that reality has a kick when it bitch-slaps me in the face like a thousand times ... everytime. Yes, it's been hard, and yeah I might be over reacting. Call me crazy but a month has gone by and none of the things I expected have come nor the things I thought would be happening in my life have ocurred. So, does this suck or is it just me?