So I haven’t blogged in forever, but that is mainly because I am not in my dorm to sit down and actually get a blog going. Everything seems to be going by really fast. I mean, it’s been a month already? Why do I feel like I’ve been here forever? I mean, I spend a lot of time with my friends and we’re getting closer, but it feels like we’re doing it a lot faster since I see them practically 24/7. Well, anyways let’s see…memorable events…

Tomy’s Birthday. Chantha and I were making the collage for his birthday the night before, so Demerie had to distract him by taking him bike riding on the beach. Then after that, I had to distract him by making popcorn. He burnt the popcorn. Well after that, I fell asleep in Chantha’s room since I was too tired to go back to Anacapa Dorms at 3 in the morning. When I woke up, I went back to Anacapa to take a long hot shower. Chantha and I had to go get the cake for his birthday so we went downtown. The bus ride took like 45 minutes since the other bus that goes directly to downtown was full and they didn’t let us on. Well, the cake store was closed. We had to go to the Crushcake Cupcakery and get a dozen cupcakes there. It was worth it right? So we went back home and decorated. Then I went to get Tomy and bring him inside. After that, we were all really tired so we went to eat dinner and then had the cake. We all went back to our individual dorms afterwards, this was like 10 or 11-ish.

I went to sleep because I thought I was getting sick. OMG. I woke up at 3 in the morning thanks to the fire alarm going off. It is really really shrill. I doubt anyone could stay in their room with that thing going off. Damn. Followed the crowd outside and around to the front lawn. Found Richard and stuck by him so I wouldn’t get lost. It was really cold. The fire alarm goes off and what do I do? Grab my keys instead of my phone and jacket. Nice one Vanesa, nice. Anyways, we waited and then it stopped, and I went back to my dorm to sleep. Hit my head on the ceiling but found my way to the bed. Omg, I’ve been hitting my head a lot these days for some reason! I mean, I tried throwing blankets on the bed and I hit the metal part, and then I reached down to pick up my hihglighter and hit my head on the seat in front of me, and when I was locking my bike and I came up and someone else’s bike handlebar hit me in the head, etc,etc, I could go on forever. I need a helmet badly. Well, then I woke up at 9:50, forgot that I had research at 10:00 so I had to rush out the door and then go get to work. Well, that was about all that happened the last two days. Every other day has been studying, going to Chantha’s room, study some more, play a bit, study, repeat, rinse, and dry.

So I’ve been okay, as in physically, my health is awesome. If I can sit in a room with everyone including the professor and the T.A.s coughing for weeks and still not get sick, I take it as a sign that either (a) I have a killer immune system, or (b) I am sick but I don’t know I’m sick. My quads are sore from repetitive playing of ping pong (I’m not very good so I have to go and get the ball, which makes me bend over every time, so I was basically bending over and running back to the ping pong table for two hours). My legs hurt from walking fast to make it to the bus in time. My arm hurts because Tejinder kept punching me! My head hurts from my clumsiness. But overall, I think I am fine.

Emotionally, I am not fine. I mean, I don’t feel the pangs of homesickness yet. I tell my mother that I love her, but truthfully, I really don’t miss home. I think this is due to the fact that when I go home, I will not be home since she moved. Well, we’ll see how that goes. I miss her of course. I miss a lot of people up north. I miss saying hella without people looking at me with scrutiny. The people here are different, in their own good and bad ways. I’m still hurting on the inside. I thought I could get over it by now. I mean, it’s been a month without any forms of deep contact you know? After that one day, I just stopped trying. I mean, what would I be trying for? Why bother making myself suffer anymore. Just it’s hard to look the other way and get on with my life. It’s hard because I still think about him a lot. When I was back in bed after the fire alarm, I couldn’t sleep. I was consumed with thoughts and that continued until four in the morning when I finally fell asleep. I hate it when every single song I have reminds me of him. I try not to talk that much. It’s easier that way right? I mean, if I have minimal contact, I can’t feel anything from it. So I thought. Well, this pain isn’t going anywhere for a long time. I wish, I could just meet someone here that would distract me from what I’m feeling inside. No, actually…I wish…

So today I have an essay to write. Better get started. Back to tumblr now. Haha my tumblarity is like 0. :D It must mean that I’ve had a life these past weeks.