I spent some time with my future roommates today. We went to go watch A Beautiful Mind with Russel Crowe. It was a really good movie. Interesting and the story wasn't what I expected from what I've seen from the trailers. My roommates and I are all getting along pretty well. So far, I think I seem like the most boring one. I'm not that social and I don't like to talk that much. Reason: sometimes I don't think people are really listening. Anyway, I'm trying to talk so that they won't hate me, but I keep saying weird things like "Do you think mushrooms grow on the dark side of the moon?" because it's kind of a logical question if you think about it. Anyway, I'm sure we'll end up bonding. They just need to get to know me and I need to get to know them.

Right now, Xab is off to the ER. Why? Recently, he's been having a lot of bloody noses. He didn't really think anything of it but his mom wants him to see the doctor. Right now. I really didn't think anything of it, either. I worried about it but I'm really trying to not to lose my thinking after what my mom told me a few nights ago. She said that she knew a women who had a son that was always having bloody noses. It turned out that he had leukemia and he died within a month. I try not to think about anything like that happening to Xab because I really don't know what I would do.

Ugh, depressing. On a less dark note, my mom will be heading back to the motherland (the Philippines) in a few months to visit her aging parents. I think that it's good that she's going back. She hasn't been back 'home' for thirteen years and I hear that everyone over there is looking for her. I want to see the Philippines again one day too. I can't say that's my homeland or that I really came from the country (I'm full Filipino but I really don't know where I'm from) but I think that country is part of me.

Wow, only nine more weeks of school. (School just started) I'm tired. Anyway, I'm starting a research project for one of my social science class. My topic is the effectiveness of 'anti' ads. (i.e. anti-smoking, safer sex, drug abuse prevention advertisements. Everyone's seen "This is your brain on drugs" commercial or stuff by The Truth. I'm going to research if these ads campaigns, which cost millions and millions of dollars, actually work. Hopefull there's enough statistics out there. I think it will be pretty interesting.

My future roommates and I made the downpayment for the apartment. It's expensive here. That's all I have to say about that. Anyway, my roommates are pretty excited about living together next year. It will all be our first apartment. I'm not that excited but I'm glad I finally found a place to stay. I established the fact that out of the four of us, no one has decent cooking skills. We're all going to die. Hehe. I guess I have to learn how to cook over the summer. Ugh. I don't care about food that much anymore. Eating dorm food for a couple months has dulled my tastebuds so now I really don't care about food. I can't say I'll eat anything. I have to force myself to eat sometimes because the food is so bad.

One more week until I get to go home. A few days ago I had the realization that my life will never be the same again. I'll never be seventeen years old again with my own room, with no tight budgets. It was a depressing realization because now I realize how nice that life was. Just lounging about the house all day without a real, dramatic care in the world. Just sitting there playing video games with my brother or talking endlessly on the phone with my friends or trying to find something to battle with boredom. All that is gone, really. After college, I'll be off to get a miserable job like everyone else and lead a miserable life. Ahh, why can't we stay kids forever?

Well, I finally got a new layout. Man, I'm glad that's all over with. I've been obsessing over a new layout for too long. Webpage design is not for me.

Well, what have I been up to? Yesterday I had a whopping four classes. I was pooped. It's a good thing this schedule is only for ten weeks because I already feel exhausted. (A week of school hasn't even passed yet!) Anyway, it kind of balances out. Today I only have one class: psychology... which is suppose to be my favorite class... but, argh, I was sitting there during the lecture wondering to myself what exactly could I do with a psych degree? Do I even want to go to grad school? Theh psych professor doesn't really make it fun either. He tries to be funny and everyone sympathizes with him because well, he's not funny. I realized that thinking too far ahead into my aimless future just makes me depressed so I'm just going to focus on making the dean's list again and attaining eight hours of sleep with my noisy roommate.

I feel kind of homesick again. I want to go home. My hometown friends were suppose to visit me tomorrow but it doesn't seem like they made any plans. Well, oh, well. An amusing thing I found to do during my breaks is to step on fallen leaves. I walk around the campus in between classes so I'm not just sitting around all day. I need exercise. Anyway, I find it rather pleasant stepping on leaves. I purposely walk under wind-beaten trees so I can step on the leaves. It has a nice crunching sound. It's almost an obsession. I have to step on all the leaves that I can before the guy with the leafblower clears them away and before the trees become absolutely bare. Then, I'll have to find another amusement.

It seems waay too early in the morning for me to be up. My neighbor some me stumbling around the hall surprised that I was up at this time. Last quarter I was able to saunter out of bed around nine or ten and now I have to get up at seven. I'm usually pretty good at keeping the average sleep hours for a human (i.e 8 hours) and I don't mind getting up at seven. It's just that my roommate is pretty noisy between one and four in the morning. What is she doing around that time? Making me mad. Not on purpose though but she could always be a little more considerate.

The Brotherhood of the Wolf was a pretty good movie. I admit that it was a little corny at times for American tastes. It was a French film with subtitles with almost anything you could imagine: horror, love, lust, sci-fi, fantasy, adventure, conspiracy, theology. I never realized how stupid college students are at a collective level. They were pretty obnoxious during the movie. It was worse off than being in high school. But what do you expect? They're people that came from obnoxious high schools.

It looks like things are starting to turn around here in the ninth level of hell.

Quick blog. Today, I tripped in front of the lecture hall. That was embarassing. Right in front of the passing crowd, down to my knees. But oh well. I just muttered a little curse word under my breath and got up and walked off, pretending like nothing happened. I fall all the time. I'm a big clutz. I went back to my dorm room afterward and looked at my knees. They're skinned like when I was ten. Haha, I'm in college for heaven's sake and I still get little 'boo-boo's.

Anyway, I'm off to watch a screening of the Brotherhood of the Wolf. It looks interesting but if it's not. Oh well, it was free! I went apartment hunting today with my future roommates. We didn't get to see the apartment but I hear it's nice. Right next to the freeway. Probably why it's cheap. But that's okay. The people I'm going to live with seem pretty nice. I'll learn to get along with them. It's pretty weird, because they're all the people in my hall that I've been meaning to get to know but to scared or too busy to talk to them. Hmm, now's my chance. Well, thats all for tonight.

Today was my first real day of classes. I really don't like the social behavior class. It's boring. But I'll just finish it. I'm tempted to drop the class since it's not really satisfying any requirements but I guess I'll just finish it. It's an easy four units. I don't like the professor. It took him 50 minutes to explain the drive reduction theory.. which could be explained in two sentences. Maybe he thinks we're morons or something.

I picked up the school's newspaper today. A lot of bad news. Someone was raped in one of the campus parking lots by a student here. That makes me kind of paranoid and even more willing to lock myself up in my room. The engineering lab had an explosion. The body of a biochem professor was found dead and a fraternity (the same fraternity that the rapist belonged to) is being sued for hazing. Now do you all believe me when I say that this is the ninth level of hell?

Well, I have some good news. The friend that's going to be one of my roommates next year found a cheap, nice apartment not far from campus that we can live in next year. She's really excited about it. Much more, I'm going to have five roommates instead of one. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing but I think I get a long with most of those girls. I think it's hard to top my current roommate on the horrible roommate chart. I think it's a good thing. That way I'll have more friends and more opportunities to make more friends. My rooommate right now introduces me to her friends but afterwards they start talking to each other in their native tongues. At first, I found it interesting to be exposed to another language. She taught me a few words and this and that. Then it just got annoying. It seems as if she's limiting herself to befriending people who can speak her language. I feel bad for the high school friends that she has now forgotten and neglected.