New Beginnings

Sorry it's been a while. These past few days/weeks have been fairly hectic. I just finished my first day of college today. :) Anyway, so I've been M.I.A. because I've been getting ready for the great journey: moving through two (or is it three?) time-zones and getting settled in a new environment. Well, also, I haven't had the best of luck on this journey, but I'm bearing with it. I'm actually having a great time aside from all the bad luck I've had (knock on wood?). So, you're probably like, what bad luck? Wait 'til you hear the stories.
First off, before leaving San Diego just about a week ago, I had been hanging out with friends almost 24/7. If I wasn't hanging out with friends, I was sleeping... If I wasn't sleeping, I was hanging out with friends... pretty much anyway. Also, I had been slowly but surely getting prepared to the great Pennsylvania state (and Pennsylvania State). I had gone to Dave & Busters, Applebee's (for the first time might I say), and many other places, doing many other things. I got to spend time with my friends (though I can't say the same for my family *sadface*). There had just been so many things, it's hard to even begin going into detail what had happened.
Now, let's fast-forward to the day of my flight, or rather, night I suppose. My original flight was from San Diego to Chicago, from Chicago to Washington Dulles, and then from Washington Dulles to State College. It was a "red-eye" flight, fun, right? Anyways, checking into my flight, I ended up having to pay almost $300 for luggage, even though one of the bags was tiny anyway (but each person is allowed only one carry-on and one personal item or something along that lines). While I was waiting for my Chicago flight, some flight attendant or worker person called me up and asked me if I would rather have a direct flight to Washington Dulles since they had space on that flight. I was kind of just like: uh, what? Sure? So, it was like: hey, I get to go to school earlier and settle in earlier. I arrived at Washington Dulles at about 7-ish in the morning. That was alright. It was a bit chilly. I had two jackets on though. When I got to my gate, the plane had been delayed. Then, it got delayed even more. Then, eventually, it got cancelled. A lot of students including myself (and also other random people) had to go to customer service to figure out what to do. It turned out that all the flights to State College were filled or being cancelled or whatnot. If we wanted to take a flight to State College, we would have to wait the next day, or after the weekend. Some people got mad, and what ended up happening was that me and five other students grouped and chipped in for a rental van/car/SUV vehicle. We drove all the way from Washington Dulles to State College because a lot of us had to be there by the next day - or really, that day. So, it took us about five hours to drive all that way. I had to leave my box of linens/sheets at the airport (or wherever it was) because it didn't show up.
So, the other students and I got to the school (area) at about 5-ish or so. I had my four pieces of luggage as well as another bag and whatever else (it's all a blur now). One of the other students helped me bring my luggage to the building and I got to the elevator myself. Fun. My room's on the top floor. I didn't want to leave my bags on the elevator, so I struggled getting all of them out at least. Then, I tried finding my room, while moving my luggage too. So, my luggage was pretty heavy... and by the time I found my room, I started to get a bloody nose. What a great first impression. Two girls on my floor ended up helping me out by showing me where the bathroom was, as well as providing me with toilet paper and tissues. I also had to get my key from another building, so I walked there with a tissue to my nose and people just asking: Are you okay? What can I say? "Yeah, it's cool. I'm fiiiiine. Don't worry about it." Fun times. When I got my key, I just tossed all my luggage into the room and since I didn't know where any food was, or if any food places were open, I just slept on the bed... with no linens or blankets or pillows, not to mention that the bed was pretty much covered by bookshelves along the wall. Through the night, I bumped my knees into them a couple of times.
The next day, I had my advising day where I got my ID card and scheduled my classes. This part wasn't that bad because I actually met some pretty cool people. There was this one guy in my sort of orientation group that I really enjoyed talking to (pretty much made my day), but it turns out that we don't have any similar majors (like really, nowhere near), and we live in different residence halls. So, I'm left thinking: what are the odds that we'll see each other again? (I suppose this is the one time I sort of regret not doing something - asking for his contact info. *sigh*). After that whole part, that same day, well actually, right after that part, I decided to get something to eat since I hadn't eaten for about 20-21 hours from then. So, I decided to get some food, which I ended up barely even eating (but I saved it for later and ended up eating more of it later, but still didn't finish it all). Then, I still didn't know about dinner or anything, and I was just about to call it an early night again, when I got a knock on my door asking if I wanted to join the floor dinner. Yay. I get more food, right? That was good for me. I could have gone for another 20 hours without food then. That would have been a bummer. But after the dinner, I ended up getting another bloody nose, though I don't think anyone really noticed this time since it looked like I could have been blowing my nose. Then, I also called a nurse, and was told to visit a doctor. I ended up going to the emergency center and found out that I had an infection. Then I was prescribed antibiotics and other medication. That was a bunch of fun. I was told that the antibiotics may turn my urine and stool orange, so I shouldn't be surprised. Joy.
The day after that, I didn't have much of an idea of what to do. I walked around and whatnot. Oh, right, I had another night with no sheets or anything, and then I had found out that my box was shipped to a different city that I didn't even go to (flight-wise). I was worried that I was going to have to take a taxi to pick up the box. Be aware that this city is about an hour away. Imagine how much the fare would have been, you know? But then, I called the airline again, and apparently, a taxi service had picked up a lot of luggage and transferred it to the college town's airport. Awesome, it's closer. So, this day, I took a taxi to the airport and picked up my linens. Oh, how happy I was to have comfy sheets to sleep on for this night. When I got back, my roommate had come in and was getting settled. I got to know her a bit and then we parted ways for a bit. I went with our floor for another floor dinner as well as a floor meeting, and then we later went to a "convocation." This meal, I actually ate a lot more than usual (I was hungry). Then, after the convocation, we were all walking (well, I actually wasn't sure where we were all walking, but I had planned to walk back to the dorms), and some guy walked next to me. I decided to talk to him since it was awkward to just walk side-by-side silently. He ended up complimenting my hair and told me about this late-night activity/event thing. And we got free stuff and I tried rock climbing (on those walls with the buttons at the top) and played pool (and got 10 free hours for that). I ended up hanging out with my new friend for a while and met his friends (making more friends!) and whatnot. Then, I eventually went back to my dorm, but when I tried getting into my room, the door was blocked. :( I didn't want to disturb my roommate who was already sleeping, so I almost ended up sleeping out in the hallway. It was about an hour before I eventually sucked up the courage and got into the room (without waking my roommate up, kind of - she said she had trouble sleeping anyway).
Then, the following day, I had my college orientation for an hour. I woke up just in time to get to the orientation and then I was off for the day. I hung out more with my new friend and whatnot and stuff. We also hung out with his roommate and we all ate dinner together. Then, that was pretty much the gist of the day (though I may be leaving some things out - I just can't quite remember - hectic, remember?).
And that leads to today. Today, I had my first day of classes. I had my morning chemistry class with a bunch of people, and I was probably one of the last people to arrive. My professor had/has an accent and since I was towards the back, I could hardly understand half of the things she was saying. Then, I had an hour to get some breakfast, though I didn't know where to get breakfast. I ended up checking my laptop, then when I tried turning my laptop off, it had 63 updates. Like, really? Why was there so many? Anyways, that took half an hour. Then I got some Starbucks and went to my next class since I had no idea where it was really. I took a really round-about way of trying to find it and when I got to the building, I wasn't even sure if there was classes there because it looked like a bunch of offices. I eventually found it, but the room was dark, and I was there about fifteen minutes early, but I got to meet a couple of people in my class. The professor for this class (math) had an accent also, and that was funny. Two professors with accents back-to-back. After that class, I had my philosophy class. This teacher pronounced my last name right! AWESOME. But before that class started, people were being really quiet, and it was awkward. I think I broke the ice by saying that out loud and introducing myself to the girl next to me. (What a trend-setter I am, right?). That class actually got let out early since none of us had questions. Then I had my English/Communication class next. The people here were a bit quiet too. So I introduced myself to the people next to me. That class was pretty fun because the professor was a bit silly, but in a good way. That was my last class for the day. Also, to sum up the rest of the day shortly (so there doesn't need to be any useless details), I made two trips buying all of my textbooks, and wasn't feeling that well (that time of month - ugh - if that isn't too much info.). Then also, later on, I got dinner in downtown, but the food wasn't that great, or at least my choice wasn't that great. And also, it was raining, so I walked in the rain. But yeah. That's pretty much what had happened. Now, waiting for tomorrow, where I now have the psychology class I wanted, but it's at 8 in the morning and now I have 6 classes so far. Also tomorrow, I have math still, and then my religious studies (intro. to world religions) class. And I think that's about it. (Sounds about right, right?).
Well, I think that's it for now because I'm not feeling well still (MY LUCK, you know?). And hopefully tomorrow's a better day (though, don't get me wrong, I've been having a good time aside from the bad times). Let's hope for the best, until next time.

Vague Ambiguity

So, it's been a while since I last checked in. I suppose a lot of things have been happening. Just the other day, I was spending time with friends from high school that I haven't talked to or anything really since graduation. That was fun. I also actually went swimming with them too (something I don't normally do or agree to because I'm never really in the mood to swim). But anyways, yes, I had a bunch of fun hanging out with these people that I thought I might not ever talk to again. We also pretty much karaoke-d. Prior to hanging out with these friends, I also hung out with the ex-boyfriend that I haven't seen in over a month. That was different than expected. Someone who I thought I wouldn't enjoy spending time with ever again; but we ate lunch together and I just talked and talked and talked (because I like talking).
As for today, today is a cleaning day. I should be getting ready to leave since I also plan to be spending more time with friends. I might not have a day like this to myself where I get to prepare to go off to college. Far, far away. I began by doing laundry and eating (I actually ate more than I have in the past couple days which surprised me). Next, I shall be organizing the things in my room and cleaning and making sure everything is put away for when I leave (since most of the stuff doesn't need to be out and about anyway). Then I'm not sure what else needs to be done about that. Earlier, I called the loan agency that I plan to use. I have some small details that need to be done in order to get the loan so I don't need to worry that much about school for this year.
As for the past other days, I've been attending a couple of concerts (the one on Monday shall be my last for a while, though it was fairly enjoyable besides the squishy-ness factor). I apparently also went on a date (something my friends have been trying to teach me about - whether or not a guy is "into" me and how I can show a guy that I'm "into" him - since I think it's obvious that talking to a guy more means I like him). I also hung out with the group of friends that I've been hanging out with during the majority of the summer.
So... What? I went on a date? Well, I'm not sure if I actually thought of it as a date... (That's how oblivious I am to these sort of things). But, yeah. I made a new friend and we hung out, and according to some people, that was considered a date, since a majority of the day consisted of just me and the new friend. We spent time deciding where to eat (all the while, just driving around), and eventually came up with a place to eat. Then we also ventured around and eventually watched The Dark Knight Rises (very good movie. I like Joseph Gordon-Levitt :) ). Then we went around to get some drinks (non-alcoholic) and ventured around more. We went to look at shooting stars (which apparently can be considered romantic). But overall, I mean, I had a nice time. This friend was a gentleman and very nice. He paid for everything that day (super nice).
Now, I'm not sure what else there is to say. I suppose I can go more in detail about everything, but that's for some other time (not like anyone needs to know every detail about my life).
Also, as an explanation for the title of this post, I just suppose that a lot of what I say is very vague and very ambiguous. Just  the way I like it. It gets people thinking. :)

Frustration Arises

I keep on telling myself that I should sleep earlier... But that doesn't happen. In fact, I might actually be sleeping later and later when I say that. Except, I have been becoming more and more tired. I also tell myself that I should be doing things like read more and organize my things (music, external hard-drive, room), but that seems to be pushed aside for the time being. I'm always thinking that I have so much time to do things and I end up wasting the time - listening to music on repeat and constantly checking my emails and Facebook.
My sleeping schedule needs to be fixed. My thoughts on this: If I sleep earlier, then hang out with friends with whom I usually stay out late, I might be too tired to safely drive home. If I sleep earlier, I would still be sleeping later when I come to the time change (my new school is like two-three time zones away). Even if I get my sleeping schedule to any form of good, it's going to be ruined because I have an overnight flight to my new school. I also don't know when my classes are going to be, so I'm not sure if I have to wake up early or if I get to sleep in or what.
Anyways, time still passes slowly. Too slow. I've meant to clean my room and get it organized, but my excuse is that I can't pack my clothes yet, since I'm still going to be wearing clothes (because... I'm not not going to wear clothes). Another excuse (that I give myself) is that I have a sort of organization with certain things that I have to pack away. For example, one box I am packing away is exclusively for publications, stickers, random pictures or articles, and whatnot that I may want to use for scrap-booking in the future (or just because I like the pictures or also because I'm sort of collecting these things now). Another box is for school-related "junk" like old awards, letters, (class-/home-) work, and the sorts. Then the last box I have is for personal belongings that I might not ever have use for ever again, or may be keeping for the memories because I'm a pack-rat. So, I suppose as the time comes closer for the BIG move, I'll actually be done with all the organization for my room. As for other parts of my life, I'm not so sure. Maybe all I need is time.
So, what I've done for the past couple days is fairly boring. At least to me. I pretty much did nothing besides being by my lonesome for a majority of it. I've been disturbed while I was slumbering quite a couple of times (it partly may be my fault for sleeping in, but also, there are some random spam numbers that are calling me for who knows what). I've been out and about at times, buying incense and using them while I can (since I don't believe my school allows them - fire hazard, I suppose); I've been getting drinks and food, like Quiche Lorraine, Turkey/Bacon/Avocado sandwich, Iced White Mocha, Iced Thai Tea, and the sorts; and mainly, I've been waiting for plans I made. These plans include going to two concerts (which I think may be my last for a while - I've lost the enthusiasm for them for the time being), and hanging out with friends. As for the rest of the time, I have no idea. I suppose I would hope I would be doing fun and worth-while things, but I don't know. Most of the time, I've been reflecting, and I'm sure I will be continuing to reflect. In my opinion, it's too much reflection for myself to handle.
For now, I suppose I shall try to get work done. I shall (hopefully) read more, clean more, organize and prepare more. Instead of wasting time, I shall look for ways to better use my time. Wish me luck!

P.S. Another frustration: Forming a conversation with my ex-boyfriend, which never leads anywhere good. My afterthoughts: Why did I even do that? What had I hoped to accomplish?
Answers to my afterthoughts: No answers. At all.
Post-afterthoughts: Am I being a drama-queen? Perhaps, although, I would like to think that I'm just voicing myself. And I mean, who isn't a "drama-queen." Really. Maybe sometimes, we just need times like that.

Just Waiting

Earlier today, I went to an event hosted by the alumni association of my current school. It was pretty nice, I slept early the previous night (if you call 11PM early), and I woke up early to meet new people who I would hopefully be seeing in the fall, or people who would be able to help me when I get to the school in the fall. The people were friendly and welcoming and enthusiastic, although, a lot of the students seemed to be majoring in Business... (which isn't a bad thing, but it's different. They'd be in a different school and whatnot).

Earlier in the week, I hung out with one of my brothers, then later, some friends, which was nice. When I hung out with my brother, we went to do some tasks I had planned out for the day (mailing out my loan papers, buying boxes to put my stuff in, buying a suitcase, and getting food). I had also bought my laptop online, and then later, both of my brothers chipped in to pay for it (or rather pay me back), which was a nice gesture (though, it may have been because our dad had told them to). When I hung out with my friends, we ended up eating Korean BBQ and talking and listening to music into the late hours of the night. I made some new friends who gave me some advice for going into college and for later in life. Then, the next day, I went to the library and printed out some papers for my planning binder that I decided to make for my four-year plans at my new school.

Back to today, I've been super tired. I ended up taking a nap (I was kind of sleeping, but I was waking up way too often). Even now, I'm still tired (but that may be because I just woke up from that said nap). And I'm planning for the week. I've got concerts coming up next week that I will be attending. I also plan to go to coffee shops/cafes/coffee lounges/etc. throughout the week to get some food/drink and to read. I find that with even just an hour, I get a lot of reading done, which is good for me. I'm going to be trying to finish 8 more books before I leave (in T-minus 17-ish days). That's like a book every two days. Do-able right?

Now, I'm just waiting to get to school. To register for my courses. To make new friends. To settle in the new surroundings and have fun. I'm hoping I'd be able to attend the concerts I would like to go to when I get to my new school.

Also, I've been working on filling in graph paper with colorful pens if that's considered anywhere near art. Whenever I finish, I shall include it in a post. This brings upon new questions like, will I be posting more pictures? What kind of pictures will I post if I decide to post pictures? And those of the like. I suppose we will find out.

So, I suppose I shall be getting some things done now, like watch the movie that was made from the book I've been reading (Fight Club), though I've seen it already, I would like to compare it to the book. And I may work on my whole graph paper coloring thing. And I may just try to do... stuff.

Slightly Deviating

Another sleepless night for this traveler. I find that I'm beginning to adjust to sleeping around this time, which isn't that good because once I venture into the different timezone(s), it's not getting any better. What I'm actually beginning to do is learning to sleep through the day... What am I to do to solve this problem? Maybe I shall stay up for a whole day until I sleep at a regular time? But what happens if I can't adjust to that? Or what if I can't adjust to an overnight flight and a change in time zones?
Anyways, I also realize that with each post, I am creating a style in which I am writing (or rather typing), but at the same time, the post I work on is totally different than the one I had written prior to the current. I guess that just shows that people constantly change, but at the same time, they don't. Just slightly, but other things stay the same. In accordance to the topic of my posts, I find that there's so much that I want to talk about, but feel that it doesn't mix with whatever the main topic of each post is. Does that really matter? I guess not, but that's just the way I think.
So, I'm just going to go ahead and do it. The topic I'm going to change to is: music. (Oh my). Yes, music. Recently, I have been attending concerts (as you may have read from my previous post(s)). I've decided that I really enjoy going to concerts, even though standing can be a pain, and pushing people can be a bit irritating. The main point of the concerts I go to is that I enjoy listening to a band or bands that I like. I also like being exposed to new and different bands/music. Although I'm a bit awkward in actually trying to meet the band(s) in question, I still have fun and at the end of the day, I'm fairly satisfied. I'm going to say that I'm not a super big fan of any specific band that I would go out of my way to meet them and scream for them and do what most fan-girls do, but I like music. (And I guess a lot of people must say that, but the way I mean it, is just like... I enjoy music, but I don't make such a big deal about it... [though, on another little spiel, I do make a big deal about things sometime, but that's just because I guess I like dramatizing things a bit, or I do that without exactly realizing how "big" the deal actually is]). I've already planned some concerts I would like to see when I go off to college (though, it may be a bit too soon to be thinking about that...).
While writing about music (just above), I also started thinking about how personal I'm going to get with this blog. And I suppose I'll explain now why I have an issue with this. I suppose that I have an issue with privacy and being so open because of my previous relationship (shocker, right? It's always gotta do with something of the "love life" aspect). What had happened in that previous relationship? Well, my main issue isn't exactly with my ex-significant other (if that's how you would put it), but rather with one of his (ex?) significant other(s). (Bigger shock!...Not.). I suppose, I'm getting personal right now. And I'll just say that the whole situation was just too much for me, in that I've been feeling too vulnerable and therefore, I am trying to be more protective of myself. But, enough of that. Maybe I'll be willing to share more later. You hardly know me yet.
And off to another topic (while I'm on this roll), I'll talk about... I suppose my current thoughts. About school and whatnot. You know. (Well, you don't, but you will after I tell you, right?). My current thoughts (without dragging irrelevant topics/subjects in), consist of the days counting down until I go off to college. What a big change. How little time I have let with the friends I am still in contact with. How many (or rather little) friends I actually have kept in contact with since high school (which is funny, because I actually don't really talk to anyone from high school anymore, and when I say that, I mean I don't talk to them at all). How ready I am to go to college (Am I really ready? Even though I have all the courses I want to take planned out - besides the order in which I'm going to be taking them). Who are my new friends going to be, and how fast will I be able to make friends, and feel some sort of connection toward real friendship? How much am I going to change? (Since, college is a time for me to recreate myself and all). How will I transition from Southern California to Pennsylvania, and even more, from a city to a little college town? How good am I going to be at keeping in touch with friends and family?
Well, I guess this partly shows how much I think. Too much. Haha. I think so much that I become a super depressing person, which no one really likes. I'm sure it's good to get out, but when all I'm doing is becoming a downer on people, that's depressing in itself. And I suppose, this whole spiel just shows my "gloomy" side.
So, I suppose that's enough for now, and maybe I'll be more comfortable talking next time. (Hey, you learned more about me!... Kind of.).
I shall try to get some sleep now, since it only takes about 7 minutes (on average) for a person to fall asleep (or so I've heard). I just need to close my eyes for 7 minutes and think of nothing. Or, at least think of something happy... Maybe I'll think about how excited I am that I have been getting things done. (Like, how I'm in the middle of cleaning my room - I just need more boxes, and how I'm getting so prepared for college - but I suppose that's somewhat in my nature). Well, good night, or good morning, (or afternoon too!) to all the readers, the writers, the sleepers, and the night owls out there. (Pretty much everyone).