That's the English translation, anyway.

I wish I were a cowboy.
I like sloths.
I like science.
I like World War II.
I like scary things.
Although I get scared kind of easily.
I like anatomy.
Studying to be a medical examiner one day.

Sexually disoriented to the max.

Comic books are cool too.

Monica (Monnie), 19, anatomically female, UCI, yaddayaddayadda.

I like friends. Hit me up :D
AIM: Same as my tumblr url name, except without the dash.

3rd February 2012

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Nostalgic

I can’t remember the last time I felt halfway decent about going into a test for one of my core classes.

Oh yeah.  Never.

I thought I was pulling out the stops last quarter but oh man…  I think I’m getting it back.  Maybe there’s hope for me after all.

It’s times like these that make me miss deca so badly.  I miss studying.  I miss epiphanies.  I miss late night coffees and snacks and trashy house music and science.

This probably isn’t the right time to be writing a heartfelt post about my thoughts, but the coffee hasn’t worn off just yet, and I’ve hit my goal for tonight.

I guess I’m content here at UCI.  I kick myself for screwing up my grades last year- not only because it was such an easy mistake to make, but because it killed my chances of transferring.

I’m certainly not miserable here, but as geeky as it sounds…  I miss being surrounded by my SM peeps.  I never realized how much they’ve shaped me into whom I am.  I don’t mean the cliches of how they’re spoiled and rich and tutored to death, but the fact that SM breeds an environment of excellence.  Yeah, it’s forced excellence, but whatever works, right?

Again, no offense to UCI- but coming here, my work ethic has certainly soured.  I’m not surrounded by friends who’ll talk about the latest news in tissue regeneration, banter ideas of space travel, argue about the style of Steinbeck’s writing, so on and so forth.  I’m surrounded by people who complain about how hard ochem is, how boring biochemistry is, how they dread the weekly labs and reports.

So yeah, biochem is pretty damn boring; but that’s not the point.

And the coffee wears off, and I’m too lazy to continue writing a post that no one will read.  But I’m sure you get the point.

Gahd I need more friends.  But at least I’m feelin it.

Gnite.

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