Life is better now. Got a job working at the Lied Library. Have awesome coworkers thus gaining new friends. Meeting random cool people. Not so broke anymore-although I just recently redecorated my room; turns out paint can be really expensive. And now that I'm no longer dealing with architecture and thus have time to study, my grades are going back up and my GPA will soon be back to a 3.25 at least. I think I'm going to retake all the classes I got C's(or D's-thanks physics, thanks) and try to erase them from my transcripts. Unless, the class was an unbearable Arch. class. Yep, things are better :)

I'm sick of your selfishness, of your narcissism, of your nagging, of you. I listen to what you tell me. I've always been there for you. I've stayed on the phone with you for hours as you cried about the miseries of your life, when no one else seemed to care. I've seen you at your very worst. Yet when I have problems, do I tell you? No. Because despite you claiming me your "best" friend, I don't see you as mine. How could I? When you tell me others secrets, secrets told to you in complete confidence, how would I know you wouldn't blab mine to others? It's not like I could tell you either way, I barely have time to talk about myself before you start talking about you again. You, you, you. And despite how I constantly say you're not a slut, a "hot" mess, materialistic, truth is, yes, yes you are. All your ex's are right when they tell you that. I knew you were selfish, but the extent of it hasn't been clear until now. By the way, thanks for calling me on my birthday to only complain about how you were going to be stuck in LA for 2 hours because you missed your flight to New York, wow, how awful! Here I thought you actually remembered I was turning 20 that day. I guess not.

I was at studio all night yesterday. All my drawings are almost done and I will be starting my model today. So around midnight I left with Eric to go to Martha's party for a bit. I wasn't much in a partying mood and I wasn't really all glammed up for a party. Well, point is that it was an enlightening night. I was hanging out with Eric, Martha, Danielle, and others and out of nowhere Eric tells me that I should know that Alan, tall white bro guy I only talk to once in a while, who once went to Atech, was going to be trying to make a move on me tonight. WTF? Have I ever showed interest? No. So what the hell? "Yeah, he's always had the hots for you, it's just that tonight he wants to make a move so watch out." Aside from that Alan was drunk already, all leading to me being a little too uncomfortable. So I left after only two hours haha. Blah, fuck. Do not want. Do not want.

Valentine's Day is around the corner. Although it would be nice receiving chocolates etc. from a special someone, I really don't know whether I want to. I'm kind of tired of dating and boys right now. I like being single and not having to constantly be obligated to speak with the boyfriend or whatever boy one might be currently dating. I'm free to do what I want, to study for school, to hang out with friends, without having to worry about some boy. I've gotten two offers for dates this weekend, but.....eh. I feel like I should go ahead and go out with them and see where it leads but at the same time, I'm just feeling so lazy about it. The constant texting, telephone calls, mushiness of dating/relationships is really kind of sickening right now, haha. I don't know what to do. I wish I had a clear answer. Or maybe I should just go out; at least I'll get some free dinner :D Lol.

TL;DR: School okay. Mexico not that great.

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I don't know if I'll be going back anytime soon.

Lately I've been obsessed with makeup. I went to Ulta and bought an Urban Decay Palette and Primer Potion along with Clinique concealer and Revlon products. And now, I want some foundation. The Estee Lauder one I have just isn't my shade anymore. Makes my face look whiter. But it's difficult trying to find the right shade. I'm tan yet I have strong yellow undertones and it's just weird. I'm two toned.
And yet another problem is my skin. I found out this past weekend that I might just be allergic to red beans. Arriving home sunday night, I put on my pjs only to find little tiny red bumps on my legs, like raised pores. What the fuck? My skin isn't like that. The only time that has happened is in Veracruz where the temperature is always hot and humid and no A/C can help you. Where your constantly sweating and sticky, and thus the sweat assaults the skin on your back with tiny red bumps. It's never happened on my legs and my mom says it's an allergic reaction. The only thing different than usual in my eating habits was a red bean boba tea I had just had about an hour ago from the incident. It's dying down a little bit but it's not going away fast enough for me and it's itchy. I've been moisturizing like crazy yet nothing :( I'm thinking I'm just going to go buy some calamine lotion and some Benadryl. I can't think of anything else.
And now I'm craving some Korean BBQ.

I love my new friends. No seriously I do. Too bad they're going back home over the summer.

Sophia texted me to meet up with her and Troy at Lindo Michoacan yesterday. I arrived at 6:30 and there I met Warren and Connie. We ate, chat, sang with mariachis, and drew obscenities onto plates using the leftover food.
Dinner's done, what else should we do? "Adult Superstore!" cried Troy. "Yeah!" we said. Lol. God, I'll never think of arcades the same way. The real "fun" was in the back. An arcade to the right and a show to the left. We tried the arcade first. A small 4 by 4 room with one chair and various screens in front of it. Sophia and Warren already had seen the arcade and wanted me, Troy, and Connie to stuff ourselves into the room to see it. We all refused to sit in the chair, who knows how many have masturbated on it? So we removed the chair and all 5 of us crammed into the room. A series of channels showing a variety of porn appeared. I never thought I'd be watching porn in a small, hot room with friends. We browsed through the porn, watching lesbians fuck each other with strap ons, a girl giving head while being peed on, saliva cum shots being spit back into someone's asshole, some pretty disgusting stuff. Almost wanted to throw up with the peeing one. Troy, the one who suggested going to the store, was pretty grossed out. "Ugh, I'm never doing this again! Why did we even come?!" Um, you wanted to, lmao. Then we tried the show. Again another small room with a chair but with one fogged up window. We all stuffed ourselves in, put in a dollar, and the window cleared up. On the other side? Strippers that can see you too! Ugly, naked ones. She was rubbing her ass and clit on the window! Lol, she was asking to see boobies too! So Sophia and Connie flashed her, lmao. "Now I want to see some clams!" lol, no. Then the window fogged up again. As we were leaving, they used their microphones asking to bring back those "titties." Kind of gross, but that trip was fun.

We then headed to Jillian's for some bowling, but the whole place was reserved for a party and there was no bowling going on. So we walked Fremont Street for a bit. Laughing at the "Sin and Go To Hell!" people and trying to see if Warren could buy us some drinks. But he didn't. Too risky. So we then decided to go to Margaritaville since 18 and older can go in before 10. However, Troy and Connie took a wrong turn and got lost. We waited for them at a gas station but they didn't find us until 9:50. We weren't going to make it before 10. So Warren, Sophia, and I ended up going to the Red Hookah Lounge to chill with Martha who had just returned from Hawaii. Troy and Connie are straight edge so they kind of decided not to go and didn't even tell us. Oh well. Anyway, drank some and smoked. Then we all left to go home.

Overall, a fun night.

was fun. Work sucked as usual and it turns out I don't get paid until Wednesday. With less than $30 in my checking account, I'm kind of getting desperate. Afterwards, me, Sophia, and Troy went out to a show. I got lost trying to find the place but I did find it. Very small venue. Ran into Nick and John there. I didn't know Nick's band was playing. Show was alright. We debated whether to head out to Planet Hollywood for a suite party there. Rudy told me about it but eh. So we headed out to the Fiesta where Megan was ice skating with others. We stayed for a bit and then went to the arcade and played DDR, lol. Rudy then texted me the location of the party and Sophia wanted to go so we just went. When we got there, I was horrified. It was such a chic party. Everyone was dressed up in suits and dresses holding cocktails. And then there was us in jeans and tshirts and chucks. We left. Talk about embarrassing. I felt bad though for not staying but ugh. So we roamed the strip for a bit and then headed to Chinatown. We ended up at a nice restaurant and ordered some boba drinks and shaved ice. John came by and we all just talked until around 2:30. Needless to say, my mom was pissed when I came home. Everyone was sleeping already but she somehow managed to wake up when I got home just to yell at me. We're still not speaking to each other. When she gets mad she gives me the silent treatment. I'm not going to try to make her stop though. I already did what she asked me to do to make up for coming late but she still refuses to speak to me. I can't do much about that.

I don't need sex, the school of architecture fucks me all the time. <3
Wow, it's like the arch. kids have their own language, haha.
so what's new:
License yay! :D
Work still sucks D:
Carving a building out of green pottery foam fails.

What's new in life? Nothing.
I'm getting tired of this monotony. there's nothing to do and to top that off, I'm sick.
headaches just keep on coming and turn into migraines once I start thinking about how I still have school things to deal with.
I lied to my boss last week, saying I was sick with (irony much?) bronchitis so that i would not have to work for the whole week. now it turns out i do have bronchitis and best of all, I have to return to work tomorrow :D fun.

I want school to start again. I'm just so bored. Nothing but work and being at home.

I've finally decided to take my driver's test, but I called and the next appointment available isn't until Single's Awareness day. I'm going to have to go take it on stand by then.

Didn't work today :D
Boss has been sick lately so I haven't been able to work much. My paycheck is so small :(
But the day off was nice :)

The semester is almost over and so far it seems I'm going to pass all my classes :D
I'm only 3.5 points away from a passing grade in design class and it looks like I'm definitely going to make it :DDDDD
I'm so happy about it, I was scared I was going to have to retake it. But then again I can't be too sure just yet. The old man might do something crazy. I started registering for Spring though. Fuck! ALL ALL of the classes are so fucking long. The second design class is 4 hours long and then art is 3 hours long! I don't even know if i'll have time to work anymore T_T Cash is heavily needed yet I don't know how I'm going to handle my school schedule with work.

Tiger Army is coming to town!!!! I've never seen them live, their concerts always sell out but now that I work and have some plastic, I'm definitely getting tickets. Me, Jr., Karina, maybe Wendy are all going to go, it's going to kick ass yet somehow I think Jr. is going to try to throw me into the pit, because he thinks moshing is fun. Might be, but still the prospect is kind of scary.

Ugh...I want to go out tonight....sooooo soooo bored!

Design Professor is crazy, mumbles too much, and doesn't know what he's talking about despite having years of experience. Fuck, I know if I didn't procrastinate, if I didn't nap and watch Youtube videos all the time, my grades wouldn't stink. But it's not only my fault, he's at fault too. He has to make everything seem so difficult and have us take days to decipher what he means. Whatever, I just need to use creativity, and here I thought I'd be able to slack off.

Soooo, jerk-face is flirting again. "I love your smiles, they make me happy," please, I liked you once, but not anymore and it pisses me off that you're still fucking flirting even though the girl you've been wanting forever is finally yours. I'm not a fucking rebound girl, and it fucking hurts to be thought of as one. I finally let go of you, finally realized you're only an asshole with a facade of a nice, caring guy, you were only playing. Now everything you do, I can't help but think you're trying to pull me back into your false charm. Every comment I make about some "hot" guy, you judge. "He's ugly, what the hell are you thinking? Eww, he looks like a girl. You like guys with tattoos? No, just no. You can't have a type. I'll pick your type." Why the hell do you even care what my type of guy is? why are boys so frustrating?

I can't wait for Monday now, payday! :D

why do i always end up doing things last minute?? i can't find any books by Jacques Derrida and architecture, and this little research is due tomorrow. my architecture class sucks. it's stupid and relatively uninformative :/ other than that, college is pretty cool, the classes are really, really easy, high school was harder than this.

on another note, my boss either didn't count my hours right or is doing it on purpose, but she hasn't payed me for 4 hours of work, meaning i'm missing about $50 from my paycheck, i need to talk to her about that tomorrow. either way, i got really pissed off about that. anyways, nite.