Most of my final stuff is done, just got my 10 page paper, now.
Wait, just a 10 page paper?
It's funny how your perspective gets skewed in the end of the semester.
I have to stay here another week before getting to go home, and my main thought was,
"Fine, I'll paint a lot of critters for people, and buy new black tea to last me."
Really, though? Black tea? Literally the only food in my house (that belongs to me) is rice and kimchi. Get your priorities straight.
I live my life as though it were a big game of "Bullshit".
If someone says, "I have two 9's..."
I automatically narrow my eyes at them, and start counting up my cards.
In other words, I'm doubtful and paranoid by nature.
Other people are like this too, right? So how come I'm always the only one speaking up?!
I know you are.
This isn't a, "Am I wrong~~~???
" post.
This is a, "How come everyone is so gullible?" post.
That's right, world,
you can't suddenly say you got sick, and can't come to the gathering, and expect Kaley to say "Well, that's a shame, I hope they feel better!" like everyone else.
You better believe I'm going to automatically start searching for your true motives!
(This is not a recent incident, by the way. It's just a nice example.)
Stay classy, Denver!
If someone says, "I have two 9's..."
I automatically narrow my eyes at them, and start counting up my cards.
In other words, I'm doubtful and paranoid by nature.
Other people are like this too, right? So how come I'm always the only one speaking up?!
I know you are.
This isn't a, "Am I wrong~~~???
" post.This is a, "How come everyone is so gullible?" post.
That's right, world,
you can't suddenly say you got sick, and can't come to the gathering, and expect Kaley to say "Well, that's a shame, I hope they feel better!" like everyone else.
You better believe I'm going to automatically start searching for your true motives!
(This is not a recent incident, by the way. It's just a nice example.)
Stay classy, Denver!
AHHH I can't wait to be back in Miami.......! 
It's freezing cold
in our heater-less apartment, so I'm sitting in my bed rather than the usual floor. It's just about 2 AM, so of course my mind's finally started to work properly, and I'm starting to feel more alert.
I'll never save money if my mindset changes from day to day, like this. Some days I think, "It's good to have money saved up, I should be careful".
Then, others, it goes something like "What's money, if you don't spend it? It's made to be spent!"
I guess, when two opposing thoughts have equal weight in your mind, the only thing there to tip it over the edge is the small change in mood that comes with the changing of days.
I've got two pages out of six done--two good pages, mind you, two solid pages. I never think about or plan papers before I actually write them, so I write the content first, then decide what point I could make, from there, and tack on an introduction and conclusion, so that means I've got "two pages of content", now.
I had a really nice cup of milk tea
, but I finished it in less than 3 minutes. So, now it's gone. It's disappointing, but I'm not sure whether the best course of action would be to prepare myself another one, or not. When there's enough of it, caffeine does actually affect me --- I decided that, finally., And there's really no reason for me to stay up all night, tonight.
Also, I'd like to conserve my few ingredients for as long as possible, since my stay in Gainesville is going to be drawn out a few days after my finals end. 
in our heater-less apartment, so I'm sitting in my bed rather than the usual floor. It's just about 2 AM, so of course my mind's finally started to work properly, and I'm starting to feel more alert.I'll never save money if my mindset changes from day to day, like this. Some days I think, "It's good to have money saved up, I should be careful".
Then, others, it goes something like "What's money, if you don't spend it? It's made to be spent!" I guess, when two opposing thoughts have equal weight in your mind, the only thing there to tip it over the edge is the small change in mood that comes with the changing of days.I've got two pages out of six done--two good pages, mind you, two solid pages. I never think about or plan papers before I actually write them, so I write the content first, then decide what point I could make, from there, and tack on an introduction and conclusion, so that means I've got "two pages of content", now.
I had a really nice cup of milk tea
, but I finished it in less than 3 minutes. So, now it's gone. It's disappointing, but I'm not sure whether the best course of action would be to prepare myself another one, or not. When there's enough of it, caffeine does actually affect me --- I decided that, finally., And there's really no reason for me to stay up all night, tonight. Also, I'd like to conserve my few ingredients for as long as possible, since my stay in Gainesville is going to be drawn out a few days after my finals end. After class I took a nap, and had the most curious dream.
I dreamt that Jon and I were with you in China -- but it wasn't quite what you'd been describing in your blog.
It might not be that interesting, but it's always important to tell people when you dream about them, you know. And this dream was particularly vivid!
So, we were staying in a tiny, 2-room hotel without doors, and we spent a day being driven around to different sights. For some reason, though, all the "sights" were dilapidated buildings and houses that looked like they'd been ravaged. In every building we visited, bags and bags of belongings were piled up to the ceiling, and the smell of death permeated the air. I remember seeing a big laundry hamper full of dirty clothes, flipped over, and asking you why someone would throw away all the clothes that they had just used. As we drove on, it got darker and we reached a highway, with what must have been millions of people's belongings stacked in a field to the left of the road -- that death smell got stronger, and as we passed I noticed a woman lying face-down in the piles.
This isn't really relevant, but I had two identical backpacks in the car, with different things in each one, so I always lagged behind, trying to figure out which bag had what.
Anyways, the next day we all went out to adventure on our own, and I took a bus on a winding route to a sort of crummy old town, that looked like it had been built with cowboys and the Wild West in mind, but hadn't quite made it there.
Before I knew it, the sun had set, and I'd forgotten how I'd gotten there in the first place. I started frantically trying to get a hold of Jon, since he had told me how to get here, but he wouldn't answer my calls or texts, and I got more and more worried. He finally picked up, but he was talking nonsense, and wouldn't answer anything I asked him. I thought I couldn't call you, since I'd have no idea how to describe this place that Jon told me about -- but soon enough, you showed up and escorted me back to our hut-hotel.
Anyways, that's all I can remember.
Be careful!
I dreamt that Jon and I were with you in China -- but it wasn't quite what you'd been describing in your blog.
It might not be that interesting, but it's always important to tell people when you dream about them, you know. And this dream was particularly vivid!
So, we were staying in a tiny, 2-room hotel without doors, and we spent a day being driven around to different sights. For some reason, though, all the "sights" were dilapidated buildings and houses that looked like they'd been ravaged. In every building we visited, bags and bags of belongings were piled up to the ceiling, and the smell of death permeated the air. I remember seeing a big laundry hamper full of dirty clothes, flipped over, and asking you why someone would throw away all the clothes that they had just used. As we drove on, it got darker and we reached a highway, with what must have been millions of people's belongings stacked in a field to the left of the road -- that death smell got stronger, and as we passed I noticed a woman lying face-down in the piles.
This isn't really relevant, but I had two identical backpacks in the car, with different things in each one, so I always lagged behind, trying to figure out which bag had what.
Anyways, the next day we all went out to adventure on our own, and I took a bus on a winding route to a sort of crummy old town, that looked like it had been built with cowboys and the Wild West in mind, but hadn't quite made it there.
Before I knew it, the sun had set, and I'd forgotten how I'd gotten there in the first place. I started frantically trying to get a hold of Jon, since he had told me how to get here, but he wouldn't answer my calls or texts, and I got more and more worried. He finally picked up, but he was talking nonsense, and wouldn't answer anything I asked him. I thought I couldn't call you, since I'd have no idea how to describe this place that Jon told me about -- but soon enough, you showed up and escorted me back to our hut-hotel.
Anyways, that's all I can remember.
Be careful!