Clinique Happy --
more of an aspiration than a smell.

eek... it's my turn.

Today was an awful day. What an awful way to start my blog, but there it is... thank goodness it can be written in past tense. I hate feeling inadequate, and for 90% of the day, I felt just that -- inadequate, insufficient, inept... blah blah blah. I whined to my mom for at least a hour, the kind of whining that ONLY my mom could tolerate. If my friends ever heard me like that... well, they would never. :) The wise decision I made -- get out of my room and get some work done. I did that, and even went to work to make some money. All is not lost, I know... And tomorrow, well damn, it better be better!

I opened my mail-box today and there it is, the cutest card in the world, from one of my dearest friends. A little girl wearing a red sweater, yellow skirt, red tights, white sox, red Mary Janes, purse askew... talking into a public phone with all the urgency in the world... Thanks, old friend. :)

It wasn't wise to go out yesterday, not because I had a 8:30 am math test today, but because having too much fun on a week day impedes any guilt-free craziness on the weekend. Thus, I'm contemplating whether it's okay to go out and get tapioca (again!) this weekend... This could be my last month in Texas and who knows whether there will be jasmine milk tea with grass-jelly of this caliber in my future... excuses, excuses...

Haven't wrote that letter to Sony yet... I tell myself it's because I doubt the letter would be read by anyone of potential influence, but really, it's called laziness.

Yesterday was Joanne's birthday. Freshman year, her birthday came and went (did we do anything?! I can't remember), Sophomore year, we planned a surprise party for her. Junior year, Maria and I baked a two- tiered cake and surprised her at 12:00 am... Yesterday, I could only call... and hope she knows how much I wish I could be there. I foresee plenty of birthdays spend alone in my own future, I only hope I feel no overwhelming sadness and have good friends close by. I will do for myself exactly what I recommended to her -- indulge in something special and under no circumstances would I shed any tears.

It's not my birthday, so the logical question is, why did I buy so the jeans and the bag?! Immediately is the better question -- what am I saving for?! I mean, the six hours of work I do a week isn't going to grow into a retirement fund... It will be depleted as soon as I go to medical school, for which I have to take out a loan. Yes, there is the principle of saving, but there is also the principle of living in the moment... AND not passing up a pair of 65 dollar jeans when it's on-sale (or the 50 dollar tote!). More excuses for my non-disciplined life-style, what can I say...

I'm going to post this blog and then tally up my spendings for the weekend. Did I mention I'm working this Sunday?! Yes I am! :)