a week without
coffee. can i do it? GO.
One Two Tree
Ready or Not Here I come
did a ton of cleaning today. i realized that, lately, i have been shoving a bunch of things into this box that i call “michelle’s UCLA in a box.” unfortunately, but fortunately, the lid won’t close—i guess i have made the most of my UCLA career.
![it was my dad’s birthday this past thursday. i called him that morning before my midterm instead of waiting until afternoon because i was going to have a super busy day. just like last year, our conversation sounded something like this:
dad [groggily]: hello?
me: hi, dad.
dad: what do you need?
me [ignoring the question]: what are you doing?
dad: sleeping.
me: oh, sorry. i called to say happy birthday. happy birthday dad!
dad [in a cheerier tone]: ohhhh, thank you. [then he asks what i’ve been up to]
my dad seems to forget his birthday every year. i guess it has to do with the fact that culturally, birthdays aren’t celebrated or important until you’re much older but not only that, it’s my dad’s “made up” birthdate because birth records weren’t kept in cambodia at the time. although it isn’t his real birthday, i realize that i wish him a happy birthday just so he knows that although i’m caught up in my own world, i am thinking of him that day.
i would have posted this earlier, but in the midst of EVERYTHING, i really haven’t gotten a chance to sit down and write this. also, since i haven’t been home for 2 weeks [and this week will make it 3], i’m super homesick. not only that, i have a midterm and SEATED this week but all i want to do is play with my nieces and lu-dog.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3n5kslUQj1qhao5ro1_1280.png)
it was my dad’s birthday this past thursday. i called him that morning before my midterm instead of waiting until afternoon because i was going to have a super busy day. just like last year, our conversation sounded something like this:
dad [groggily]: hello?
me: hi, dad.
dad: what do you need?
me [ignoring the question]: what are you doing?
dad: sleeping.
me: oh, sorry. i called to say happy birthday. happy birthday dad!
dad [in a cheerier tone]: ohhhh, thank you. [then he asks what i’ve been up to]
my dad seems to forget his birthday every year. i guess it has to do with the fact that culturally, birthdays aren’t celebrated or important until you’re much older but not only that, it’s my dad’s “made up” birthdate because birth records weren’t kept in cambodia at the time. although it isn’t his real birthday, i realize that i wish him a happy birthday just so he knows that although i’m caught up in my own world, i am thinking of him that day.
i would have posted this earlier, but in the midst of EVERYTHING, i really haven’t gotten a chance to sit down and write this. also, since i haven’t been home for 2 weeks [and this week will make it 3], i’m super homesick. not only that, i have a midterm and SEATED this week but all i want to do is play with my nieces and lu-dog.
never in my college career
have i felt so congested because of student leader activities. until last night. i learned that because of all of the amazing modern technology, people could contact me in too many ways—so stalkerish, it’s creepy. last night, i knew only one solution—to avoid emails, my cell phone, facebook—basically all forms of communication so i could get studying in. just my book and a pencil. why didn’t i learn this my first year of college? maybe it takes time to learn self control. i think i’m growing up.
Senior Year.
[X] order commencement tickets.
it’s my brother’s birthday.
i bought him a tie and he wore it to work today—he sent me a picture. cute stuff.
we’ve all warmed up to each other sooo much during and after CN that our level of comfort and friendship is at a place i can’t describe only because it’s too amazing. each hangout post CN have been memorable ones. cheers to making the most of my last quarter!
