Can't think of a title, oops.

So yeah, I've totally dropped the ball on this thing for a few days; but, I'm back, and ready to entertain you (whoever you are) with my words.

Okay, I'll be honest, not much has happened in the couple of days I haven't accounted for. I've just been happy, happy with how things are and hope nothing will disturb it.

For those that don't know, I've been selling cupcakes this entire week at school. And although it's practically eaten up ALL of my freetime, I have to say it's really been fun. Each shift I was in I was with a friend, so even if business was slow, I was having a lot of fun. Primarily DK, since her freetime too was eaten up by this fundraiser.

For New Year's, I made a resolution to finally shed my shell and be more open/less shy with people. I also made the resolution to step up in the things I'm involved in (mainly ASO EBoard and One Tribe/Multicultural Council).

From the beginning of the semester, these resolutions have paid off. I've gotten closer with the friends I've made so far and have made many new ones as well that I hope develop. Even in my classes, I'm more outspoken and get my points across when I want to.

Confidence has definitely built up and I'm definitely not going to change this. I'm happy with what's been happening and couldn't ask for anything more.

Except for Russell Hantz to get off the next season of Survivor. I know this is impossible since the premiere is next week, but my god, whoever suggested that troll come back is dead.

Yeah, I'm talking to you Jeff Probst.

With that, I'm done, thanks for reading.

Cultural Growth.

Alright, so Day 3, looks like I'm keepin' the ball rollin' on this guy.

Although I technically missed doing this 3 days in a row, I'm counting it as such since it's not morning morning (the sun's not up yet). So here we go, let's do this again.

So I have this assignment due tomorrow in Writing & Rhetoric II, a cultural autobiography. It's an essay, minimum three pages, double-spaced, MLA format, etc. etc.

The assignment calls for us to frame our autobiography with foodways. Pretty much, tying something about us with food and connecting it to something bigger.

At first, i struggled. I didn't know what I was going to do my paper on. I couldn't think of anything or anyway of tying something in my life to something bigger. I was at a loss, and I this is why I hate writing essays in the first place.

And then it hit me, I knew what I would write about and its connection to food and everything. I would focus my paper on the value of Kapwa. For those that don't know, Kapwa is a core indigenous Filipino value that establishes a mutual connection to all Filipinos.

Excited, I immediately got to work on my paper and I literally got it done in a half hour. As I hit save, I stopped. I pondered. I realized.

At MCHS, as nice a time as I had there, I always felt conscious of being entirely me. Being practically one of two full Asians in the school, I always felt that if I were to be my fully Filipino self I would stick out, and I hated when I stuck out.

But here at Columbia, I embrace my ethnic identity and proudly walk a full Filipino. I'm proud to say I eat rice with 90% of my meals. I'm proud to be...me.

For the 6 months I've been here in Chicago and the 7 I've been at Columbia, I have definitely grown. I've grown stronger to represent who I am inside and out.

I have culturally grown. I couldn't be any happier.

Why is it still snowing?

I just want to say that this is the first time I've done two blogs in two days, hells to the yeah looks like I'll actually stick with this one haha.

Alright, now let's get to the actual thing.

So my day started off with Writing & Rhetoric II at 9, which I have to say is my favorite class so far this semester. Maybe it's because it's an honors course, who knows, it's just that the vibe in there is totally different than my other classes. First, EVERYONE talks, EVERYONE is pretty intelligent and EVERYONE is cool with each other. That and it's a pretty small class (8 in total) so that probably adds to it. Also, the book we've been reading (titled The Fortune Cookie Chronicles) is possibly the best book for class I have read. For those that don't know, it's about a Chinese woman that first explores the backstory for the hundreds of lottery winners (when hundreds across the nation won by using their numbers from a fortune cookie) and ultimately turns into a cross cultural analysis of Chinese and American cultures. It's definitely a good read and I highly recommend it.

Since I have a 5 hour class gap on Mondays, I headed to the 623 Wabash building to hang out with some ASO peeps since the Cupcake Fundraiser was still going on. I ended up working it after some people couldn't make their shift, which I didn't mind.

While working the shift, much to my dismay, it started to fucking snow. Again. Like honestly? The Midwest just went through a huge ass blizzard, does it look like we need snow? I don't know what humanity has done to Mother Nature to deserve such a snow bitchslap, but honestly I'm tired of it. I'm ready for summer.

My next two classes for the day were College Math and Human Evolution, which both suck terribly. College Math sucks because I'm pretty sure at least half of my class failed math in high school. We are doing probably the most basic of all basic college math courses and there is still so much confusion. Also, it's pretty much a sauna in that classroom, actually, more like bikram yoga without the yoga.

Human Evolution was a class I was actually excited for, the course sounded interesting and from the looks of ratemyprofessor my teach was gonna be great.

Boy, was I wrong.

I mean, the course just got interesting today, but that's because we actually started talking about evolution. The classes before we talked about the frickin' scientific method and basic biology. Then, at the end of class, we started talking about genetics, which brings us back to biology. Speaking of the end of class, this bastard always goes over the time limit. Like, honestly, the end time is there for a reason, and some people have places to go and things to do. But no, he takes his sweet ass time and loves going 5, 10, and one time he even went 20 minutes over (meaning class ended at 9:40).

Now, I sit in front of a computer screen in my warm apartment in my warm sweats and hoodie. I'm considering pulling an all nighter but most likely won't since I have a night class again tomorrow. Maybe I shouldn't have taken 6 classes this semester haha.

My mind draws a blank now, guess I'm done here.

Please pray to whoever we need to pray to so that the snow will stop. I beg of you.

Revamp. Rebirth. Redo.

Alright, so I tried this blogging thing in the Fall of 2009.

It fell through quickly.

I tried again early 2010.

Again, it fell through quickly.

Fast forward to Sunday night, almost Monday morning, of Feb. 6, 2011. The Packers just won the Super Bowl and Glee did Thriller.

Besides those two things, a lot has changed. I don't go MCHS anymore, I go to Columbia College in Chicago. I've made so many new friends, done so many new things, and couldn't have been any happier with my college choice. Livin' in the city ain't too bad either.

So, question to myself, why blog all of a sudden? Procrastinating homework?

To answer the second part of the question: yes, I am procrastinating. Why? Simple. Reading assignments fucking suck, I'm so tired of reading. Now, for the first part, I don't know exactly why, I just am. I've always wanted to get into blogging, but I always do one or two posts and then stop. I'm gonna try and stick it out for a month this time, no excuses.

Hm, I've got nothing else. Let's count down to my first (hopefully my last first) blog post!

3.....2.....1! YAY!!!!!

Cue the confetti and balloons.