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feb. 08, 2008

Boredom is something we all can relate to and I am dying from it…apparently I think I’m dying from something every week. I need a new phrase to describe my state of mind. I can’t keep dying from everything and still be alive to do this every week. Let see, I’m suffering from boredom…it just doesn’t have the same ring to it…okay now I feel as if I’m just talking to myself. But that’s beside the point of this entry isn’t it…
On the subject of boredom, it’s a gradual process and completely wears you especially when all you’ve really done is just sitting and staring at the screen of your laptop (while at work) praying that the internet will come back on. Damn them…don’t they believe in sharing with thy neighbor.
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feb. 07, 2008

I actually got bored today...and nothing of interest happen to me beside the two exam back to back, but beside that nothing...so I came up with a little poem that shall give prop to all my fellow commuter...

ODE to the Woeful Commuter
Here's an ode to you, my woeful companion
A toast to you of some sort
The early morning drive,
Between the heavy lids is not an easy one indeed
So an ode...Parking is a bitch
That I feel you, the fight is on
But an ode none the less to you all
An ode none the less my woeful companion
And sadly with aggressive driving, and overprice parking,
Our very gas is never on our side
So an ode to you, a toast to you
Side way parking is never too easy
When you're holding the rest of us behind
Angry and frustration is never fun when fighting for that space
Hated when there’s that space that is big but never big enough
Curse them you said, for I feel you
So an ode my woeful commuter
The drive is never an easy one
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feb. 06, 2008

I'm quite surprise with the turn of events of today. Lateness seems to be something that I apparently have a fondness for that not even I know of. But something that I easily overcome despite my random shouts at cars and almost to near missed hits...I believe I've become one of those people I absolutely hate, the in and outs between lanes just to get ahead of the person in front and even if it is simply just by one car and nothing more. But whatever one might think, it is skill that one has to acquire to be able to pull it off and I am on the verge of perfecting it while driving 80 mph towards the city of Richmond on a 35 mph road that is in abundance of cops ever so patrolling the street. I supposed that Buddha, bless him so, is looking out for me and all of my bad karma...I supposed it is time now that I must build up my good karma, because who knows how long this one will last.
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feb. 03, 2008

Today is my mother birthday and my grandma was only a few days before her (two to be exact) and as the great daughter that I am, I decided to take them out to eat as well as my sisters, with that I realized my mistake. Rather than like most normal human being who tend to meet up, I decided to be the cheapskate that I am and carpool, with me as the driver. I should have realized that my mother and grandma did not always make the best driving companion along with the shouting of my sisters. I'm the type of person who likes to drive by myself, where the only noise emitted is from my radio. I always find myself to be an exceptional driver, but with my mother in the car I can't seem to drive correctly or according to her everything I am doing is wrong. My answer to her constant criticism was simple; I would have never got my license if I were as bad as she describe me to be. And if that don't work...
"Passengers shouldn't distract the driver."
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feb. 02, 2008

I thought I would never say this but I am a complete work alcoholics. There is not a single day that goes by when I'm not at work and despite all the times I bitch and complain about it to my friends, they all know I rather be at work and making money than at home doing nothing and wasting away my life. Strangely, one customers asked me...Are you here every day and sadly enough I am basically. During the winter break, technically I was supposed to have two days off every week, of the whole month (not counting Christmas and new years) I only had two days off only. So its official I am a work alcoholic who apparently can't find time between work and school for herself.
I'm going to die a sad and lonely death once I realized that I don't really have a personal life. Oh the woe of greed...
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jan. 29, 2008

Today, I was dying ever so slowly...not literal because than I wouldn't be typing this up, but that's beside the point. The lack of sleep I been having is rapidly catching up with me. I'm not too sure how long I can last anymore. School and then work and then sometime back to school again and even worse back to work again is seriously taking a toll on my wallet and my sanity. Which is the reason why I have decided that sleep is unnecessary as of now, my homework/study hours consisted of late night to early morning with a maximum of 5 hours of sleep in strange and uncomfortable positions. Sadly enough my getting ready time in the morning has been greatly reduced to a mere 20 minutes or less. This semester I thought I was going to take it easy, man was I wrong...Maybe I shouldn't have loaded myself with eight classes.
I'm so sleep deprived that I can't even keep my eyes open in class anymore...I went over my bio notes and despite my best in following the lecture, I realize that every single word I typed down looks like this...
      chuaghe hte neuitro anfj
And when most people get sick from all the germs that are floating in the air I am coming down with a sickness of my own. Not due to the sudden infestation of germs larking around VCU mind you, but one that is surely going to kill me soon...sleep deprivation. And to quote my grandma...
      "I'm scared for you. You're just too young to die from a heart
      attack. Goddammit, sleep, when are you going to sleep!"
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jan. 24, 2008

As I sit here in the common typing up my blog, I have concluded that this is not how I want to spend my day. I've been stuck up here for about four hours now...moving from different seating location to next whenever I feel my eyes closing. Why you asked am I stuck in such a dismal position? A habit I have yet to break is the reason for my predicament. I am a very disorganized person; I tend to throw things that I need into my car. Well, this morning was no different. As I parked the car, I took the key out the ignition and placed it down on the passenger seat while packing my books and whatnot up to get ready for class this morning. As one can guess, as soon as I locked the door, I realize my key was still inside. Yes, I am a dumbass! So now, I am force to wait for my father to bring me the spare key. Thank god, his work is so closed to school. I could have been home by now. I could have gone shopping for six hours if I wanted to. But no! I am stuck here to wither away in misery. By the time my father gets here, I have nothing to do but head to class.
*Sorry I had writen this awhile ago and just never had the chance to updated this blog of mine.
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jan. 17, 2008

Sleep is such a blissful thing indeed and as a child, we take it for granted until we're old enough to realize that it will never be offer to us as readily as it did before. Between the dimly lit room and the droning voice of my teachers, my eyelids could barely manage to keep itself open. I regretted the night before, maybe going to bed at three in the morning was not the wises thing to do since getting up four hours later really is just not enough for any fully functioning human being. As my eyelids drupe, I tried to make sense of my random scribbling. I’m not even sure anymore if what I wrote down correspond with the words coming out of her month. Maybe next time I should take an easier class so early in the morning. Drawing seems fun…maybe even… oh dear god, I’m off track already.

Okay, let see…glucose and glycogen differences…got it…Good!

Carboxyl, polymers, COOH, hydrophilic and hydrophobic…What!

I give up…my heads hurt. In fact, I feel a slight pounding on my left hemisphere, not good. I need that part of the brain to work, the logical part, the part that thinks in terms of numbers and words. Work, damn it work! I need sleep, just an hour or so will do, but of course, that can’t particularly happen. Psych or some branch of it is next, got to rush to class. Damn it wished I knew where it was, the rain isn’t helping. Friend, yes there she is, good she knows where the class is. Oh dear god, I’m reduced to speaking in broken sentence. Has my brain completely left the vicinity of my skull? I believe it has. Today is absolutely not a good day whatsoever. Sadly enough, I won’t be done with school until nine tonight, stupid Bio Lab.

Why did I not study harder for the AP Bio test last year, why? Of course, the stupid AP board is going to change the test in one to two years, make it easier for student. I think I’m done for now, no more ranting.

“…animal testing has to go through the IACUC…”

I really should be listening to the lecture.
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jan. 15, 2008

Well I'm not one for blogging; in fact, I absolutely hate it. Since this is for class, I supposed I could try it. I can't promise anything, my life is an absolutely boring routine. There is not much that I do but go to school and work...there's no days off for me to relax. Yes, I have no life, I can't afford to have one right now. Money must be saved so that I can at least pay off my student loans right away before I am hit with another one due to med. school.

Anyway, off to another subject just as disheartening as the first. We all have purchased textbook from school or wherever for fifty, sixty dollars and even a hundred or more. Now the idea of selling your book back sounds great, until you actually sell it back. A friend of mine brought a precalc. textbook for about seventy dollars and still in perfect condition, she sold it back for ten measly dollars and her other two textbooks, they no longer buy back. So much for getting your money worth, thank god I decided to wait a bit before selling my books back. After an hour or more of searching online, I finally found three different sites that gave me the most money back for my textbooks: barnesandnoble, cash4books, and blue rectangle. Some sites offer more for certain books than other, so just browse around a bit, if you have the patient. Now my only concern for selling books online is the conditions of my books and is the site trustworthy. I'm just going to have to take my chance.

I guess this is all I have to say for today. It’s not much, I know...but what can I do about it. Actually, I can do something about it, but I'm too lazy to do so.
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