I can't believe it.
My meteorology class is going to be easy. Too easy. Check this out. My professor curves every test to 80%, so your score will always go up. The entire course is descriptive, which makes me almost orgasm because there are no equations or math involved. He has study notes and summaries online, so you can just print them out, bring to class, and add to what you already have. He also has practice tests online, and some of the practice questions show up on the actual test! Aww shitt, I just wet myself.
My journalism class is so fun. We did a little icebreak where we had to find people that had a favorite tv show, read the newspaper, etc. and it was surprising to me how social and talkative people were. Everyone was so nice and walked around smiling; it made me want to talk even more. Usually, people just hand me their paper and I write down my name under a category, but this time around, I actually met people and had conversations with them. After, we went over the syllabus. One of the class requirements is to keep a blogger! Deck asked the class if anyone blogged, so I raised my hand, finding out I was the only one and shit. What the fuck! But yeah, we're suppose to blog about our relations to all types of medias, so that'll be pretty cool.
Overall, today was good. I think I just fell in love with winter quarter. The classes are way easier, however I have a feeling I will be too grateful and not take my classes so seriously. I just have to remind myself my goal for this quarter, and that is to get STRAIGHT A's.
with much appreciation,
Ricardo Juni
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
1.4.3
First of all, lemme say Happy Birthday to THEE Indian Princess, Puneet Karen Pataria haha.
Today was the first day of winter quarter, and I gotta say, it didn't feel any special. I was only excited to see if I knew anyone in my classes, but to my surprise, I didn't. Well technically, I knew some people because they were in my previous classes, but I never really introduced myself and had conversations with them. I hope that I befriend many this quarter! It'll only make time fly by.
After napping for 2 hours in my car, I finally met up with my bitch, Christle, and we went to Wingstop with Anne Chan to feast. It was soooo good finally hanging out with the both of them at the same time. I've only hung out with one at a time prior to today, so it made me sooo happy. We're helllza fun don't play please! haha. Then, being total fuckin' fatasses, we wanted to go eat AGAIN at Boiling Crab, but FUCK, too many damn Asians taking up all the tables. I bet half of them were Nguyens while the other half were the Asians that had to change their last names during times of war. Kinda fucked, but probably true tehehe. So we were like, fuck it, let's go Wednesday, and we parted. Then, Christle and me went to Safeway to get some shieet for her momma. Let's just say car rides are hellla kuhhraazzy with that bitch. Love her!
I went home, napped, and then picked up Puneet and Angela for dinner at Cheesecake Factory. Ate some goodass food mmmm. Damn, I'm about to eat the leftovers right now! SHIEET. As usual, we looked at each other, talked shit about our waitress (yuck to her!), and talked about everything. We saw Tina working and just had to talk to Ms. America's Next Top Model, dzuuuhhh! After we said toodles, we drove back to the east side and sat in my car infront of my house about Puneet's escapades. It was a very good chill session :]
One more thing. I was looking around and noticed the username for a certain person's tumblr. Let me ask this: If hype kills, shouldn't you be dead already?
with an overall feeling of satisfaction,
Ricardo Juni
Today was the first day of winter quarter, and I gotta say, it didn't feel any special. I was only excited to see if I knew anyone in my classes, but to my surprise, I didn't. Well technically, I knew some people because they were in my previous classes, but I never really introduced myself and had conversations with them. I hope that I befriend many this quarter! It'll only make time fly by.
After napping for 2 hours in my car, I finally met up with my bitch, Christle, and we went to Wingstop with Anne Chan to feast. It was soooo good finally hanging out with the both of them at the same time. I've only hung out with one at a time prior to today, so it made me sooo happy. We're helllza fun don't play please! haha. Then, being total fuckin' fatasses, we wanted to go eat AGAIN at Boiling Crab, but FUCK, too many damn Asians taking up all the tables. I bet half of them were Nguyens while the other half were the Asians that had to change their last names during times of war. Kinda fucked, but probably true tehehe. So we were like, fuck it, let's go Wednesday, and we parted. Then, Christle and me went to Safeway to get some shieet for her momma. Let's just say car rides are hellla kuhhraazzy with that bitch. Love her!
I went home, napped, and then picked up Puneet and Angela for dinner at Cheesecake Factory. Ate some goodass food mmmm. Damn, I'm about to eat the leftovers right now! SHIEET. As usual, we looked at each other, talked shit about our waitress (yuck to her!), and talked about everything. We saw Tina working and just had to talk to Ms. America's Next Top Model, dzuuuhhh! After we said toodles, we drove back to the east side and sat in my car infront of my house about Puneet's escapades. It was a very good chill session :]
One more thing. I was looking around and noticed the username for a certain person's tumblr. Let me ask this: If hype kills, shouldn't you be dead already?
with an overall feeling of satisfaction,
Ricardo Juni
Sunday, January 3, 2010
1.3.2
School is in about 10 hours, believe it or not. I will be returning to 12 weeks of all-nighters, sleep deprivation, 4 hr. naps, and pseudo-intellects. I know damn well that procrastination will be here too, with it's devilish smirk and influence heavily on my mind. But hey, with everyone making resolutions and changing themselves for the better, I think I can try and reduce the amount of laziness. One of the only good things about school is the potential to meet people. It's always exciting to see who's in my classes, and if I will actually know anyone. But whatever, let's hope for a smooth start.
Anyway, I went to Alyssa, Ngoc, Steph, and Alexis' birthday party last night at Alyssa's dad's house. It was pretty crackin' until some stupid putas tried to start some shit. Let's just say Steph took one for the team. You go bitch, you fuckin' go! haha. We all drank up, laughed, kissed, high-fived, and hugged each other every other sentence. Some of us got too crazy, but we had each other's back like a damn family. You already know! The cops came around 1, told us to simply quiet down, but never left the fuckin' block. Cops were posted on either ends of the street, and aggressively staked out like vultures for any potential drunk drivers. We had some problems getting out, but luckily Roscoe and his crew came back to the house as sober as could be and drove my car hollller! All in all, it was a good night and a fabulous way to end my break.
with my backpack prepped and outfit picked out for tomorrow,
Ricardo Juni
Anyway, I went to Alyssa, Ngoc, Steph, and Alexis' birthday party last night at Alyssa's dad's house. It was pretty crackin' until some stupid putas tried to start some shit. Let's just say Steph took one for the team. You go bitch, you fuckin' go! haha. We all drank up, laughed, kissed, high-fived, and hugged each other every other sentence. Some of us got too crazy, but we had each other's back like a damn family. You already know! The cops came around 1, told us to simply quiet down, but never left the fuckin' block. Cops were posted on either ends of the street, and aggressively staked out like vultures for any potential drunk drivers. We had some problems getting out, but luckily Roscoe and his crew came back to the house as sober as could be and drove my car hollller! All in all, it was a good night and a fabulous way to end my break.
with my backpack prepped and outfit picked out for tomorrow,
Ricardo Juni
Saturday, January 2, 2010
1.2.1
So I decided to blog every single day this year. Well, except for yesterday tehehe. It'll be about anything and everything. Even on the days where I just sit on my idle flabbyass, I'll write something. Quotes, insight, agendas, y todos homes! Let's see how far I get.
Let's start with this: my dad hates my grandparents. I never really told anyone because it should just be a family affair, but sometimes I need to write my frustrations down. He finds any excuse to either blame my grandparents or talk shit about them under his breath. He's so stubborn and stupid sometimes that every time it happens, I just yell out "I don't give a fuck!" and continue on with my activities. He needs to stop being such a hater and ignore them. Every little thing my grandparents do upsets him. Just earlier, Scott came home, opened the front door, and hit the door of the closet my grandpa was using. There was a giant boom and sounded like someone got hurt. My dad, who was in the other room, assumed Scott got hurt and basically blamed my grandpa for USING THE CLOSET. What the fuck. If anything, Scott should be the dumbass, opening the door as if he was running from the cops or something. Even without any bleeding, my dad continued to assume that there was internal bleeding and talked more shit about my grandpa. "He has no brains." Stuuuuupid. Shit like this makes me soooo glad that I am not as narrow-minded and STUPID as the generations before me.
with much parental angst,
Ricardo Juni
Let's start with this: my dad hates my grandparents. I never really told anyone because it should just be a family affair, but sometimes I need to write my frustrations down. He finds any excuse to either blame my grandparents or talk shit about them under his breath. He's so stubborn and stupid sometimes that every time it happens, I just yell out "I don't give a fuck!" and continue on with my activities. He needs to stop being such a hater and ignore them. Every little thing my grandparents do upsets him. Just earlier, Scott came home, opened the front door, and hit the door of the closet my grandpa was using. There was a giant boom and sounded like someone got hurt. My dad, who was in the other room, assumed Scott got hurt and basically blamed my grandpa for USING THE CLOSET. What the fuck. If anything, Scott should be the dumbass, opening the door as if he was running from the cops or something. Even without any bleeding, my dad continued to assume that there was internal bleeding and talked more shit about my grandpa. "He has no brains." Stuuuuupid. Shit like this makes me soooo glad that I am not as narrow-minded and STUPID as the generations before me.
with much parental angst,
Ricardo Juni
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