By the way, as I wrote that last entry, I should have been studying for my mid-term that I have in a couple of hours . Yet, I really do not care how I do on it because I will be dropping the class. I am the trickster taking them for a ride . I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but the fact that I have distracted myself from studying solidified my decision to get the hell out of the shitty class. Wait! The best part of the story is that I am going to be a nice person  and go into the class tomorrow to take the test anyways, but because I know nothing, I will write a bunch of spanish, chemistry, and astronomy notes on the biology test  . That will assure me a mark of 0 and bring down the average that much more.

I assume the TA's and other students will wonder what the hell is going on  as I walk out of the lecture hall waving good-bye (literally). Meanwhile, all the Nazi-student will wonder what the hell is going on (as they think about the test that will be the determining factor as to whether or not they get into fucking medical school ).

The joke is on me fucking USC  . Good times for unhappy people .

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So, I have not written in this thing for quite a long time. I do not know where I should start really . . . This semester has been awesome in a sense that I think I have developed more lifelong direction. But, at the same time, I have disappointed myself in many ways.

I have decided that I will only stay at USC for three years before graduating with a BS in Health Promotion and Disease Prevention and a minor in Health Communication. I am the type of person that needs immediate gratification, so staying a fourth year in this shitty place would not be smart.

I am still Pre-Dental. I need to complete the sciences that would have filled that fourth year, so I will need to go somewhere to take some courses. At least wherever I go will have smaller classes, be less competitive, be less expensive, and altogether... a better choice.

After that, I will apply to med or dental school.

On a lighter note, I am dating someone (we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend; the term "dating" does not quite imply enough). She is awesome, hot, makes me laugh, and lives in the 909. What more could I ask for?

As for the dark times, and the good times that seem to be far and few, the theme in the end is the following: every grey cloud has its silver lining.

I just need to find the fucking good in all the bad shit that has been going on.

CRYSTA203: I never had an EZ bake oven, but i did have a my size barbie she was 3 feet tall

VolcomBlue13: does that mean in order for it to be my size barbie, you have to be 3 feet tall when you get it?

CRYSTA203:  no actually i was taller than the barbie and when my mother told me the day before that i wasnt going to get it....i started balling

VolcomBlue13: Was it Christmas?

CRYSTA203: but i was happy on christmas...i used to take her when i visited my dad and i would buckle her up in case of a car accident
CRYSTA203:  i can't remember but i know that i was old...maybe 3rd grade
CRYSTA203: i was ridiculous

VolcomBlue13:HAHAHA!

A personal memoir from the records:

"I remember the first time that I went to the beach...I'm not sure which beach it was but lets just pretend Santa Monica.  I remember we parked on the residential street...it was hotter than hell and I had on my favorite bathing suit.  It was blue with white buttons...very stylish for the time.  Anywho, my cousins, sister, dad and I finally reached the sand.  I thought it was alright but I wasn't really that jazzed about it.  White bugs were crawling through the sand and I was getting sand up my but crack...I was not a happy camper.  Well we didn't stay there that long since we were born with natural tans.  When I arrived home my mom would not let me enter the house since there was sand all in my bathing suit.  She made me stay in the garage while i stripped naked (and yes the garage door was open).  I exposed my bare naked ass to my entire block but thinking back on it I was only maybe five at the time.  Nothing to hide unless you're into kiddie porn ...why was I embarassed.  After that trip I decided the beach just wasn't for me."

My friend Audrey has an EZ bake oven. Her parents never bought her one when she was little, so she rebelled and bought one when she went to college to show her independence.

She quickly realized that it is a child's toy and hardly serves the purpose of a real oven. Give me a break, a light bulb cooks the damn cake! Anyways, it's diminshed value served no purpose in her dorm-room anymore.

When I visited her at school this past weekend, she asked if I wanted to keep it. I was not particularly fond of the piece of shit, so I suggested that we plug it in and use it as a night light. Can you imagine using an EZ bake oen as a night light! So practical.

Then we had an epiphany. We would plug it in and hide it in her roomate's bed-- as a suprise when she crawled in for a good-night sleep. In addition, we scattered the cooking utencils all under her sheets. Some may not think it is funny, but we thought it was hilarious. She was in for a big surprise that had us laughing for a while . . .