Please

As I do nothing in my room (when I should be doing LOTS of things), I'm thinking about my 10 year high school reunion. I know I have seven years to go, but I wonder what it will be like. I'm sure 85 percent of my class will still be living in Burbank, working at a dead-end job and married to someone else from my high school. But I think it'd be interesting to see how everyone would be doing, how the years after HS changed them, etc.

I also think about how I'll be. Hopefully be 2017, I'll be completely immersed in my job, (whatever it is that I finally decide to do) and happy. I hope that I can come back to my former classmates and show the people who drank and smoked weed every day how pathetic their lives were in high school and how I became someone. I'd like to think that I'd be married, but thinking about marriage and having a family makes me nauseous, even seven years from now, so I won't think about it. I kind of want to show everyone in high school who doubted my decisions or choices that I made the right ones, you know? And I know I have plenty of time, but it just got me thinking.

I know there will be a decent amount of alcoholics, good-for-nothings and lowlifes, but I'm sure there will be success stories too. We had so many people go to great UC's and other top schools that I'm sure they'll do well. I can't wait to hear their stories and adventures.

And I can't wait to see what's in store for me over these next seven years. :)

Next Blog

Hallelujah. I found a use for my blog.

Kind of.

Sort of.

Not really...

But, I did find a useful tool to inspire myself and to find more people to follow. There's this phenomenal button called "next blog" and I click the button to find another random blog in the blogosphere. My first visit was a book review website, which I thought would be wonderful, until the woman reviewed the Twilight series (not saga) as wonderful. Blehhh. So I kept pushing "next blog." I didn't find anything that I would continue to follow, but I did stumble upon (isn't that another website?) a family tree website for the Fitz-hughs (with or without a hyphen), an insightful CPA, a British-born U.S. citizen who loved the Marines, a very religious man and a man who loved The Time Traveler's Wife but couldn't spell the title.

So next time you're bored or feel like exploring, click next blog. Who knows what treasures or laughs you'll discover?? :)

Ay dios

I've decided I'm a half-assed blogger.

and I'm not sure if I'm okay with that or not. I guess since this is personal and only one-five people read this, I suppose I'm allowed to be half-assed. But maybe I should step up my game and talk about serious things besides my feelings and nonsensical things. I should start doing a post a day and talk about a serious thing, or at least keep up my Sheldon blog, who now has a companion. I don't know. Maybe I should give up completely and delete this whole thing and start over with a completely different outlook.

I mean, I have a Mac now. and I have no idea how my font changed. Whoops.

Until we meet again, I suppose.

She's a Maniac

This is what I feel like doing right now.

when you belong to a song, salty eyes, you belong.

i'm listening to the matches on shuffle and staring at my media law homework. i have two more questions left but one question has five parts, each of which has at least two parts, so you do the math as to how much i have left.

basically, i can't focus. you think the motivation of getting everything done before tuesday would be enough drive and focus to get it done, but, alas, i've been sitting at my computer for four hours (?) doing nothing but browsing websites and imdb'ing random people. i wasted almost all day yesterday too with my mother watching movie after movie and getting half of the homework done, so that sucks. i need to turn my internet off or something, but i don't think that'll get me anywhere. i can just as easily turn it back on.

all this procrastination makes me want to leave school that much faster. i just want a job and to move out permanently and pay my own bills and deal with everything by myself. i realized that i don't have much fun anymore--little to no fun, really--and it's because i'm so stressed and i have few real friends. i hardly eat, sleep a lot and don't enjoy anything i do. i'd like to change this, but i don't know how.

hopefully i can start next semester with a new outlook on life and start exercising and eating better. i always try this approach though and i end up eating sandwiches three weeks in.

anyway, i better get back to trying to focus. sorry for the complete randomness of this post. i just needed to vent. i need to cut my nails.

Detours

I can't handle anything right now.
I can't deal with stress; with life; with my job; with anything. I need to do SO MUCH for all of my classes and I honestly cannot. I can't stay up all night, I can't read minds of professors, I can't spend time with everyone. I kind of don't want to go to Disneyland on my birthday so I can work on homework and do other, more important things.

And I never thought I would say this, but I just want to be at home. I feel so happy there. I have no responsibilities and no stress. I just have to take care of Elvis, run errands, watch TV. I feel free and wonderful.

I think I want to hibernate until graduation or maybe until retirement. Isn't that called a coma?? I don't know. I'm exhausted. I can't focus or think or feel or breathe.

Good night.

Spontaneity

Well, shit.
The one time I make a decision for myself, by myself, it blows up in my face. Or, more correctly, on my head. I cut my hair and now I look ridiculous. I look like a 10-year-old boy and I've lost all my curls. Why oh why did I decide to cut my hair, you ask? Well, I hated my hair. I hated the shape of my hair, I hated my bangs, I hated the length. I just wanted something DIFFERENT. I looked online, made an appointment and voila! I cut it off.

And I liked it at first. It was cute, edgy, completely different. But once I started getting other people's opinions, I doubted myself. My mother hates it-she said I look like a child-and Sean thinks I look cute (I think he's lying but whatever). I think everyone who told me I looked good was just telling me that to be nice and then snickered off to tell their friends how ugly I looked. And then, I just kept looking at myself and starting seeing a boy, a child, nothing unique at all. I simply thought it was because it was straight. Once my hair was curly, it would be me again. I would look better. I wouldn't look so childish, I wouldn't look like a boy. But it won't curl. All of my curls are GONE!

I guess I blame myself. I wished for straight hair my whole life, and now I've finally got my wish. But it's ugly. I look disgusting. I don't look edgy or cute or stylish. I look ridiculous. I'm embarrassed to go to class or anywhere. I don't want people to see me because I feel like I'm not myself anymore. I don't have curly, long hair. It's short and straight and will be for a long, long time. My hair grows so slowly...I won't have normal hair for at least two or three years. And if I want to grow it out, I'll have to go through the ugly growth stages of flippy shoulder-length hair and I don't want to deal with that.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE STOP ME? WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY SAY "SERENA, YOU'LL LOOK STUPID!" ??? I guess I wouldn't have listened, but maybe I would've. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

That's what I get for doing something for myself. It's happened before and it went badly, but I will try to turn it into something positive. Hopefully something good will come out of this. Now I know I will never cut my hair so short and I will never make a decision by myself again. I can't be accountable for myself or another human being...

But I did look cute for a little while, in my defense. At least, I think so.

migraine/insomnia

i have some sort of insomnia, which is really weird since i usually can fall asleep in about ten minutes flat. i felt like writing may make me sleepy.

i watched the first wives club back-to-back. it makes me feel good for some reason. i love the goldie hawn, dianne keaton and bette midler combination so much. plus all the "it's the 90s!" references. :) it's such a good, girl power movie. and i wish my mom would have done that to my dad, but it didn't come out in time. too bad.

anyway, a movie about a presidency just came on bravo and it made me miss living in DC. i miss walking by the capitol every day, getting off at union station and seeing the postal service museum and all the violin playing bums, and walking around georgetown late at night with my roommates. i don't necessarily miss the classes or my professors but i miss the experience and i wouldn't trade it for the world. i miss my bosses too. glenda and lori were such nice women and they were so patient with me and i felt like i finally got to know them right before i left. eight weeks isn't long enough!

i was looking for publishing jobs tonight (since i had nothing else to do) and it looks like i'll have to move to new york or london...i've never been to london but i think i'll settle for new york right now. there are incredible jobs and internships out there in book publishing and i don't know how well it pays but hey, i'm willing to completely uproot myself and find out! i want to read and write for a living. :)

speaking of internships, i got an email from our career center about a possible internship with AP (associated press...) for this summer. it's a paid internship ($880 a week!) and it's in LA, which is what i'm looking for. the only thing about the internship is that it's super competitive..they only offer 22 spots. i'm not sure if that's nation- or bureau-wide, but i'm assuming nation to be on the safe side. and i don't have any written clips to send, which is what they want. i have about 3 news packages...i could make more...but i don't WANT to do broadcast. i want to write! so i think i'll email the guy and tell him what i'm interested in and ask if i should apply. i also have to talk to my mom and see if i should apply. the only written samples i have are school work i've done. once i'm on the daily titan (our school newspaper) next semester, i should have tons of clips, but the application is due by the middle of november at the latest. maybe it's not in the cards for me. but working for AP would be incredible!!

ah, my lap is on fire and i have to pee. it's time for me to go to bed anyway.
andrea, i hope you're having an incredible weekend. i wish i could be there. i miss you. <3

Starting Over

I haven't written in this or the Sheldon blog n months due to laziness, exhaustion, being overworked and pure forgetfulness. I hope to make up for that, but honestly I doubt I'll update more than once a week (if that).

I'm starting over with this blog. I was going to make a new one, but I couldn't think of anything creative or blog-like and I figured serenalu would do just fine. I'm deleting my old posts and starting fresh. I'm not catching up with what's happened since I've blogged since only 3 people follow my blog and I doubt they regularly update theirs.

Basically, I'm actually in college now. The first two years of college were a joke, a laughable excuse for a scholastic experience. I studied probably three times total and managed to maintain my 3.6 GPA (except last semester...I had a 3.44). Now I have to read every night in order to participate in class-or even understand the class-and I have to do assignments too! Who would've thought, right? And now that I'm in my upper division major classes, I'm starting to majorly HATE broadcast journalism. It's not the major for me. I love journalism and news and writing especially, so I think I'll stick with communications, but I might switch over to print, which is an unfortunate thing since our program is such a weak one. If I had known this coming in, I would have DEFINITELY picked another school. I was under the impression, and was told by many administrators and such, that this school has a great comm department. And it does! But not for journalism. Our newspaper is a joke (entitled the Daily Titan, the campus calls it the Daily Typo for its lack of editing and lack of creativity) and our professors insist on only teaching about print journalism when most newspapers are declaring bankruptcy. I wish I had explored my options more when it came to schools. I guess I was just ill-equipped. I hope I can prevent future journalism students from making the same mistake. :(

And another regret I have: not studying abroad. I mean, I love being an RA again, it's a fantastic job and I love my co-workers. But I wish I was in Spain or Chile right now, meeting people from all over California and the world and exploring a new country and speaking a different language. My life would be different and I think I'd be a lot happier. Obviously, I have no idea. Maybe I'd be miserable without my friends, family and Sean but I feel like all I want to do is get away from here.

I wanted to update this blog and write how I'm feeling and hopefully I did so. I miss my best friend so much and I miss my sister. My two Andreas. :) I can't wait to go home this weekend and see my family and my dog and be loved again. I forget how good it feels to just be home and relax.

Until next time