i can almost taste it.

my summer begins on tuesday, may 5th, 2009 at 11:00AM.
all that stands between me and the jersey border are two finals.

i used to hate those people that lied about how much they studied. now i'm one of them. it's embarassing when you don't see get to see the sunlight because your head's buried in textbooks, and you still don't get the grade that you need. i'm lucky 'cause i got a week and 2 days between the last day of classes and my first final, but i'm definitely not taking advantage of all this sweet time. i'd rather get a head start on my summer, meaning i went to the beach yesterday and i'll be making rounds in philly and rutgers from thursday to saturday. i'll probably regret this, but then again, i won't.

back to studying.

d-d-d-d-damn.

lehigh dance team @ theta chi sweetheart.

fuckmylife.

after a drunken night out, "white chocolate" was giving me a piggyback ride down drinker B2. he was running as fast as he could but he had bad equilibrium so he tripped and we went flying across the carpet, scraping off a few layers of skin from my left knee and elbow. it was bad enough that it stung like a bitch and bandaids refused to stay on the next day, but when i got home... damn. my dad's so hilarious, it hurts.

me: umm so... i fell going up the stairs at school ::shows dad my knee::
dad: WHAT?! ay nako... ::goes upstairs::

two minutes later, my dad comes into the kitchen where i'm eating, with peroxide, a bag of cotton balls, bandaids, gauze, medical tape, neosporin, and q-tips.

me: awww.. thanks dad!
dad: your legs were your only asset, you can't afford to lose them.
me: are you trying to say i'm ugly...
dad: anak, i just don't want you die single.
me: you're an asshole.
dad: that's what you get for texting and walking up the stairs at the same time.