With My Hands Wide Open

I don't know why the text is starting so low on the image to the left. And the subject title is unimaginative - I just used the image. Oh well.

It's a beautiful Saturday here at Virginia Tech, so I thought I might get some work done. I've packed all my things and went to my favorite hang out: She-Sha. I enjoy the dance of the smoke as it leaves my mouth. My lungs will hate me. I've given up on cigarettes because the taste is just absolutely atrocious. Hookah has flavors and no additives, but you could call it a vice of mine. Unfortunately, there's a slight wind flow where I'm sitting so the smoke is all going toward the left. Boo!

I'm slowly getting through my homework on a Saturday no less! I don't think I'll be able to read any assigments for the fact that there are too many distractions, e.g. boys and music. I need a nice quiet place to read, so I guess I'll do that at my apartment. Also I find it hard to do homework on my lap. I need a desk to lay out all my materials. I'm trying to get my homework done gradually over the weekend. It's my last semester and I need to maintain my pathetic GPA and so far, I'm not doing so well in my classes. I had midterm exams before my Spring Break and I didn't study for any of them. If I can prove that I do know something, maybe my professors will be sympathetic and give me passing grades.

It's my last semester and it's slowly settling in that this is my last semester. I was talking to my roommate about missing one of my professors and I almost cried. I'm such a girl! I know for sure that at the end of the year celebration thingy (Bacchanalia), I'm going to cry. VA Tech is like my second home and family. A few of my friends are going to be living together and I'm really jealous. I could try and find a salary job in Blacksburg, live with them, and work on getting my teaching license. My Mom would cry. The past few weeks, I've considered trying to find a job in DC. My Mom would cry. As mentioned before in this blog, my sister is going to move there and would like it if I rented her place. Only problem is money and I'm horrible at budgeting my money. Case in point: I was drunk one night and bought seventy dollars worth of personal items from Amazon. I've been trying to cut down on my iTunes purchases, also, but to no avail. I'm still buying music, and sometimes I don't even listen to what I buy. I'm so fucking horrible with money.

I think I'm going to finish this entry later tonight. I'm getting cold.

Shit

I had a shitty day. It's unfortunate because I woke up and I was in a good mood.

It's my last semester as an undergraduate and I since I'm a lazy bum, I wanted to take a couple of my classes as Pass/Fail. I only need one credit to graduate and to maintain my current pathetic GPA. I'm only taking twelve credits so I can receive loans. I left early in the morning to the building where I can change my grading option. I walk in and the lady asks if I need help with anything. Pass/Fail form. The deadline was yesterday. Thanks. Basic outline of the conversation, heh. That really put me in a sour mood because that would mean I have to do work to maintain my pathetic GPA.

My teacher couldn't sleep last night so he was a bit out of it. On top of that, we were missing half the class, bringing the total to four (including myself). The one day I put a full effort into translating and we're only going to do a couple phrases each. Well, I guess it wasn't so bad because we finished what I had translated up to. After class, a couple classmates go to this little restaurant and eat. I have a dining plan so I'm hesitant to eat there, but I give in to my laziness and end up ordering something. I'm not in a talking mood so when it was just me and another, I take my leave.

The day has been snowing on and off. I enjoy the snow. I abhor the aftermath - the mounds of snow on the side of the road, the salt encrusted snow getting on my shoes, and having more than six inches fall each day. I'm so sick of the snow now. Everyone is

I'm cutting this entry short cause well I feel like shit.