Wow it's almost been 6 months..

It's been a long time since my last post. Spring semester was really busy with everything. I'm more or less satisfied with everything, except maybe grades. I submitted my first abstract (jointly) for a research paper, and am awaiting decision on that. I got a job I've wanted for a long time for this summer. I will be working as a health care person at a camp (I head off to camp next week!) for people with disabilities. I'm definitely excited about going. I'm getting a bit tired of engineering and constantly working on problems and not realizing what good it's all for.
I didn't draw as much, but will post some more pictures I have later on this week before I head off to camp. This semester I realized that cutting down on jobs/activities did not (as I had hoped) increase the time I had to study. Instead, I spend that time..well, doing nothing. So next semester, i will re-start working at the Baltimore Child Abuse Center as a forensic interview facilitator some of the evenings, along with working office-hours at the Center for Social Concern during the day, doing Breast Cancer Awareness and Prevention presentations for the Baltimore community in the evening and on the weekends, and (hopefully...it's still in the process) working as a phone hotline counselor for rape/domestic abuse organization in Baltimore. I'm not sure about how research will play out on this. I have (basically) Tuesday completely free, but I'm going to have to go in nights/weekends to actually make it worth anything :-/

Oh well. I take my NREMT (National Registry Emergency Medical Technician) examination next Tuesday, and I have not reviewed anything since my Maryland certification exams in early February. Eek. I'll attempt to cram in studying in between sleeping, watching TV, and generally bumming around home. Ah summer break feels so good.

Wow half of college is over already. I feel like I should've grown more as a person. Maybe I have, I'm not quite sure. I feel like I did more growing Freshman year and got stalled in some sort of limbo Sophomore year. Hm. It feels weird that this upcoming year, I need to decide what I want to do after college, whether graduate school, law school, med school, or whatnot. It's weird how I still don't know what I want to do. Everything is up for grabs, so I guess I'll end up taking the GREs and the LSATs, and hold off on the MCATs unless I feel a pressing need to go to med school. I feel like everyone else is off taking MCAT classes and preparing for the exam this summer while I still don't know what I really want to do. Aye. I'm going to end up homeless under a bridge somewhere :-/

Pictures to come later this week! I promise.

You fit in with: Spiritualism Your ideals are mostly spiritual, but in an individualistic way. While spirituality is very important in your life, organized religion itself may not be for you. It is best for you to seek these things on your own terms. 60% spiritual. 60% reason-oriented.

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*Gasp* I'm not a fundamentalist?

I got really bored, and my friend decided that, in my a-religious state (everyone thinks I'm in some transient state of amorality without religion in my life), I need to take some sort of online quiz to tell me what my religious propinsity is. I'm not a fan of these quizzes, I've only seen one that has ever cought my interest, and that was the Dante's interno one, where after answering a tirage of questions, the quiz places you in a level (1-9) in Dante's version of hell. I'm kind of bitter about that one, since I got put in level 8, just under the worst people in the world in level 9. Anyways, this quiz was interesting, so I thought I'd share with everyone that OMG I'm neither Christian nor a Scientologist, I'm just 'Spiritual' (wtf does that mean anyways, I hug rocks and meditate for hours on the grass??)

More pictures will come later....after finals.

College, or other generic topics, for when I can't think of a creative title

In the last two months, I have realized a thing or two about myself, people around me, and ... well, basically things in general (vague...):


- My resting heart rate goes up to about 90 - 100 around 10 - 11 pm. I don't know why.
- The bronze statue in front of the Mattin Center has its boobs rubbed off. So the entire statue is kinda dark broze color, except the boobs, which is kinda golden. I don't know why, but every time I look at it I think of Madonna.
- I cannot remember names. Example: After working at the same place for 11 months, I still cannot remember half the people's names there.

Ok, so that list is kind of (very) pathetic. There are more things, but I can't remember them at all (I'm so incompetent).

A funny thing I saw two nights ago:

I was walking in the freezing cold (with massive gusts of wind) when I see a girl in front of me. She wasn't that great looking (from the back, anyways), and she was wearing the shortest denim miniskirt I have ever seen in my life (and I've seen plenty...thank you Texas) with these hideous (not that I'm a judge of fashion) brown...suede (or whatever that fuzzy like material is) high heel boots. To top it off, she was wearing some sort of see through shirt thing. I'm in jeans, sneakers (I know, I become increasingly more attractive with every word that I type) and a sweatshirt and I'm freezing. Oh silly girls. Anyways, that's not the funny part. A huge wind blows by and sorta like...flings her skirt backwards. I don't know how to describe it. It was just purely amazing. I almost laughed my butt off (and subsequently ran into one of those poles...those blue lighted ones around campus with the emergency button so that if you were ever you know, near a light when you're getting raped, you can press the button). The girl just walked on like nothing happened. I must say, that's incredibly classy.

I'm such a terrible person. I'm definetely inconsiderate. Perhaps she comes from a culture that only allows denim-skirt wearing for their women under the age of 40, and she is a recent immigrant from that said country, and she neither understands American culture nor does she own any other form of clothing.

Or I'm just jealous because it was Friday night and she probably had a heck of a better time than I did, since I *think* I was walking over to finish up some sort of paper I was writing.

Yes, that must be it. I'm bitter at my lack of social interaction with human beings and I am taking out my anger at a poor, poor girl who just happen to have her skirt blown in her face.

On a less pathetic note (or..not, I'll let you be the judge of that):
(Disclaimer: this is not my story, I heard it second hand, and it may have been modified to the storyteller's liking)
So my friend Mary (name changed to protect her/his identity) was walking down North Charles St., and she does a double take as she sees a --- yes, yes, it is --- a giang penis walking toward her. Well, not really penis. It's a penis and two testicles...so basically the entire external male genital. Anyways, I digress. Oh, I would have given my left testicle to have been a witness of that spectacle (ha...notice the irony....I'm a literary mastermind...).

I think my friend Mary needs to stop smoking marijuana.

And I think whoever was in the external male genital costume deserves a gift certificate to Chipotle or something for just being awesome.

To end this entry, here's an old picture. Badly scanned, but what can I do? I'm a poor college student:










Random little girl.
Yes, I am that sketchy.
I used a normal No. 2 Pencil because my charcols ran away.

Charcoal Happy with my Rodin Addiction

I went to the BMA today to draw because I got bored.
Here are the products of this afternoon. As you can see, I have a healthy, but kinda creepy Auguste Rodin addiction. If he were alive today, he'd have an asian female stalker.



This is 'Eve' by August Rodin. In bronze, from the back.
I used 2B, 4B, and 6B charcoals.

This is the 'Thinker' again by Auguste Rodin. I'm not quite done yet, but the museum was closing and my arms were black...sooOo maybe I'll finish it sometime in the near future.

Bored in houston

Not done...I'll finish later

My brother at 2 years old

First Attempt at Colored Pencil in More Than Four Years

Essay from Last Year, Courtesy of My Overflowing C Drive

So I was cleaning out my C drive since I realized that my computer has been running so slowly because I was using some rediculous percentage...like 92% or something...of the memory space on C drive. I found an English class essay thing I wrote in high school. I realized what a terrible writer I am. I need to work on that. My excuse is that I'm an immigrant..yeah.

But here it is. I found it amusing, although it does lack literary skill...

“Success as Defined by ETS, Joyce Carol Oates, and Other Important Figures of the Millennium. A.k.a. A Teenager’s Guide to Living. A.k.a. the TAKS Test” by Puff Daddy

It has come to my attention that college-bound students are not studying as much as they should. The average senior in high school sees about .846 hours of sunshine a day. Scientists, by using the Boyle-Kirchhoff laws in conjunction with the integral of e^x dx have found that this is an inexcusably large amount of time to be spent idle. The average workload for students taking college preparatory classes (and even college classes) is only four hours a night. The horror! The horror! According to a study done by ETS (yes, the same people who created the most wonderful invention of the millennium: the SATs), the average senior in high school should be spending a minimum of six hours a night on homework in order to succeed (that number, of course, does not include the time one should spend on English homework alone, which should take a minimum of three hours reading a night, two hours reviewing the readings, four hours on highlighting the relevant and irrelevant parts, writing a precis on all that, and a ten page paper).

Why have teenagers been on the decline since 3:45:46 am, January 18^th, 1843? There are many factors involved: lack of study skills, the excess amount of sleep, the days spent daydreaming, rap music, wrestling, MTV, food, sweat, air, etc. etc. the list goes on. Eliminate as many factors from the list as possible, and I guarantee you that you will increase the number of hours in a day by forty-five.

Also, peer pressure may force you to socialize; therefore, it deters you from a possible Nobel prize in literature, physics, and peace in the future. My advice is this: pretend you do not hear your so called "friends" talking, mutter incoherent calculus proofs under your breath, and dribble some drool here and there and I guarantee you those futile and pathetic attempts at ¡­what was the word¡…oh yes, friendship (shudder) will be eliminated. When some "kindhearted¡" classmate asks for your heart, start chanting Canterbury Tales in a pseudo-cult like voice and any ephemeral love she or he has felt for you will be dissolved and you will not be lured away from your Read-A-Thon of all the works of Joyce Carol Oates (o hail the greatest humanitarian of the world).

Now, I must berate all you teenage readers. Have you read War and Peace eight times? No? You're a disgrace. How about Paradise Lost by Milton? You have? Can you recite all of it by memory? No? You're a disgrace. Can you analyze Much Ado About Nothing and its ramification into the internal psyche of the Freudian mind in 2.54628973 seconds flat? No? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING IN THE LAST (insert amount of years you have lived in this world) YEARS OF YOUR LIFE? When I was your age, I was able to do all that, plus advanced quantum phsyiolodgdsgy, and microflagellated globular analysis. In my spare time during middle school, I idly wrote a five hundred page autobiography from my conception to third grade. I am currently working on the fifth volume of this never-ending series. Volume five is titled "Life as a Success: How I Came to be Where I Am Right Now Without Selling My Soul or My Body." You can pick it up at the nearest Walgreen’s for $14.99.

Anyways, putting myself aside, I must inform all high-achievers out there: life is not about happiness, love, self-actualization, or even Blue Bell ice cream bars. It is about how many wrinkles you have, how many ulcers you have acquired, and how much you can write about Shakespearianmolierefaustian literature in forty-five minutes and still have time to do the proof for the Riemann hypothesis (who cares if it has been unsolvable ever since mathematicians started pondering the question?).

Follow the guidelines in this short pamphlet, and I guarantee that just like Martha Stewart, you too can have sixty hour days.