Reporting from LA

Ah, I love vacation. I hope you have a great holiday too with your loved ones. I spent Christmas morning packing for this trip, then a big lunch with my family, then moved my cousin's things into the Grands' house. My grandparents are surely loving the array of grandchildren living with them. Christmas night was spent at a friend's house with a fabulous dinner. Twas a good day.

So here I am in LA, and so far I have spent the majority of my time vegging in front of the TV watching entertainment news. Yeah, did you know Mischa Barton got arrested for DUI? Dang, getting jailed is like the thing to do in 2007. Also, I didn't realize how many entertainment shows there are out there, oh and not to mention the reality shows. Heh. 

I've been to LA last year and done the touristy things already, so this is the relax, chill, and do nothing kind of vacation. So far my friend and I have just been hanging out, I got a massage (amazing!) and she got accupuncture (I cringed but she said it was great) yesterday. OH and then IN n OUT! I love it, best fries ever!

Anyway, that's the vacation so far. One of these days, I'll go for something tropic. Miles of beach, the clearest sea and the bluest sky with an abundance of sunshine, sipping a drink from a glass with the little umbrella thing, hearing a faint sound of ukulele being played nearby.....

Save me.

So in 2007, my oldest brother and his wife welcomed twin daughters, and another older brother married. That means out of the three children they have, my parents have married two of them off and even gained grandchildren.

Do you want to know what that also means?!

They have one more they need to marry off.

Me.

And you know what that means?!

My mother's evolving into Mrs. Bennet.

I sadly informed that it has begun. She's in the early phase, not a full blown case yet but oh I have no doubt it will. She will become borderline Mrs. Bennet if I'm not in a serious relationship by the time I'm over 25, and she will be Mrs. Bennet if I'm not married by the time I'm 30.

Look, I could care less about this. I'm taking my time, no rush, but my mother? Oh sweet baby Jesus, give her PATIENCE this Christmas, will you?! If I were to stop the horror of my mother's evolution into a Mrs. Bennet, I have less than 3 years to find me a man and get us into a serious relationship. Otherwise, I'll start to combust from Mother's pressure. Can you say, boom?

My father, on the other hand, is perfectly assuming the role of Mr. Bennet. He's been calm and has not pressed on the issue, but I think that's because for the most part he's quietly thinking no one could ever fully deserve his beloved favorite only daughter.

Thank God, my parents live literally continents apart from me.

Sweet freedom

Did Cee just survived her first semester of nursing school?!

Oh, yes she DID!!!!

Waaahooooo!!! *dances*

I made it out of the semester with a 90 in Concepts and an 86 in Pharmacology, I haven't found out about Assessment but I'm guessing it's a B as well. So yay!

I'm so excited I will finally have TIME for ya know, life, that I don't even care that I came down with a cold this morning. I'm just excited about this month long break, oh the possibilities. I could laundry my clothes and put them away on the same day! No more clean laundry in the basket for 2 weeks! Woot! I could catch up with friends, no more being the last person to know everything. What? She's married? When? Whaa?

And the best thing about this break is that I'm traveling west to visit a good friend of mine. So psyched about hanging out with her for a week, we could lounge in PJ's all day and it would still be the grandest time. I'm coming in 13 days, Stepha!

For whoever reading this, if you're in school, I hope you did great on your finals as well and happy I'm-finally-done-with-the-semester!

Not so brandnew anymore.

I just volunteered at the school's new students orientation today, and it's minboggling to realize that three months ago I was one of those newbies, nervous and confused about what is to come.

Today, I gave the incoming newbies information about the scrubs they need (all hail the elastic pants! Drawstrings hate me, they keep falling off on me!), which sthetoscope is good (Littman is your friend, your expensive friend that is), what supplies they really need to get (blood pressure cuff? Won't need it until 3rd semester Community class; clipboard? Good for something to write on, a hassle to carry around), and answered questions about the classes & professors (Concepts sucks, and yes, it's OK to skip lectures as long as you know which one, and you'll love your Patho and Pharm instructors).

It is a very strange feeling to realize how clueless I really was and to see how much I've gained in just three months. It's crazy! And those newbies, they're so fresh and unassuming, and all I can say to them is "Buckle up because it's going to be one hell of a ride!"

Hah!

So I have figured out that, while it is impossible to bring up my Pharm grade to an A with the final, it is also going to take a lot to bring it down to a C. I have to royally screw up this final to bring my current average down.

I kind of wish I didn't figure that out because now I'm, well, it starts with a P and ends with a G and there's also R, O, C, R, A, S, T, I, N, A, T, I, and N in the middle.

Houston, I have a problem.

With my brain.

Whatever happened to it, seems like it's not working a lot and the IQ has gone to squat.

Tonight, my older brother came to drop off a souvenir from his recent trip, on which he also visited Seaworld. Anyway, the souvenir was nice and I continued on talking with my friend on MSN for five minutes before the following conversation happened. I'll just paste the chat conversation here as it is:

Me:
so my brother just came to drop off a souvenir he got me from seaworld
it's a mug
blue mug
with dolphins painted on it and there's a "seaworld" in cursive writing under it
and when he gave it to me i was like "oh, nice souvenir. where did you go?"
cuz i read the writing as "seaweed"

Friend:
HAHA

Me:
and that's not even the best part
anyway he looked at me all weird and he was like "SEAWORLD"
and i was just like "um okay"
still thinking why the hell does the mug has "seaweed" on it
and i just got that it actually says "seaworld" like a minute ago

Me:
Cee....

Me:
i know
i'm stupid

Friend:
lol

Me:
it's really sad

So yeah, I kept thinking "Why the hell does the damn mug have 'seaweed' on it. Dolphins don't eat seaweed, do they?! Even if they do, but why?! 'Seaweed' doesn't makes sense!" Totally didn't realize it's "Seaworld" until five minutes later. Nothing humbles me more after the high that is post-head-to-toe than this.

Also, I chat like a teenager, what with the "cuz", "like", and the lack of capital letters, punctuations, and grammar in general. Oh, but I actually remembered to buy the journal today. I'd be damned if I didn't get it after rambling about it on the previous post.

I need a journal, like a non-electronic journal.

I need an medium sized empty notebook/journal thing and I keep forgetting to buy it and that means I keep forgetting what to write. Bah! This forgetfullness is not conducive to my writing because a lot of times when I'm away from the computer and home (which is like 80% of my day), I have thoughts running in my mind. A lot of thoughts, about everything and nothing, fiction and non, deep and random, and what have you, and It happens during lectures and labs, while waiting for the bus and in the bus, when I'm falling asleep, and blah blah blah. It's really annoying sometimes, but what can a girl do? Well, what I do is that I usually just look like I'm a deer in the headlights when my mind goes somewhere else until something or someone snaps me back to present day.

When it happens I get all excited because yay I have something to write about! But then I get all bummed because boo, I'm not in front of the computer and I won't be until like 12356126 hours later. Oh, the sorrow of life.... Anyway, when I do get to the computer 12356126 hours later, I'm all tired and cranky from this thing called school and I want to write but nothing is hardly ever produced from my tired and cranky mind. This brain, we need to have a talk, it needs to cooperate when I need it to.

Enters this journal. I've been thinking about getting it after an advice from someone but, again, this thing called school messes up with the to do list that I have in, yes, the brain. See, what do I tell you? This brain and I need to have a talk STAT. It needs to remember stuffs other than school stuffs, like stuffs pertaining to LIFE, assuming I have one outside of school. Again, see how many times "school" has been mentioned so far? You get the idea.

Anyhoo, I can carry said journal wherever I go, and when when my mind starts running with thoughts--like, everytime--I can whip journal out and jot down the thoughts, then the mind can stop running--at least that's my plan. Mind, you hear me? Brain, you hear that too? Now the thing is, I need to actually go buy it. My goal is to buy at before the year ends. Heh.
Oh, and it's Christmas time, which means presents--buying presents for others. I used to shout with glee when it comes to buying presents for others, this altruistic heart of mine actually likes getting stuffs for others. But if you have been paying attention to this post, you should know what I'm going to say about this. Do you?

If you said I'm going to say I have turned into the grinch, you're very wrong and you need to actually read this post instead of skimming through it. Now go back to the beginning and read again. However, if you said I haven't done my Christmas shopping because I have no time, then ding ding ding ding ding! You're right. School has put the kibosh on the Christmas shopping.

So friends, I most likely won't have anything materialistic to give you this Christmas. I only have love and warm wishes to give to you (hey that sounds like a Hallmark card!). Heck, I don't even know what I want for Christmas, I'm too scatterbrained to think. That journal, it's becoming like water to me. Its necessity has become that crucial to my well function. Sometimes, I think it'd be easier if I don't write, but then I think well, then what do I do when I procrastinate? No writing meaningless/random posts? Whaaa?! No!

So the point of my writing this is actually because I'm near the computer and 20 minutes away of going to class, and darn it I need to jot down something really important, which is:

Must.go.to.Target.after.school.to.buy.journal.