Thoughts of a French Fry

7

October 16, 2017

Dude! Hello.

My friend who has been away from California before states that we, Californians, speak different from the rest of the U.S. We tend to say dude a lot and the word like a lot. Like oh my gosh dude these are totally stock phrases that just flow right out of my mouth.

Anyways, I haven't written in awhile, so here's an update on life.

I TRANSFERRED SCHOOLS! Yay. I made it to my supposedly dream school! Look ma, I did it. However, as with anything to do with reality, things aren't what you hoped it would be like. I didn't do 25% of the stuff I hoped I'd do at this school... Some pretty important stuff that would dictate my educational career goals later on in life. Oh wells! 

I also didn't do some thing at my old school, which I was so darn close to doing. I didn't get a cumulative 4.0 GPA so I didn't make Summa Cum Laude at my old school, but Ian did. He carried the celebration weight for the both of us. I knew I wasn't going to be part of that group, because I got a B in a math class my first semester of college, but hey I wanted at least the excuse to say that it was my only B ever in college. Whoops. I got a B... IN AN ENGLISH CLASS! One of my last English classes at that college.

It was so rigged though. I'm usually not the type to complain about a teacher's grading system, because I'm quite a firm believer that the grade you get in a class is a grade you deserve. HOWEVER, (this is a big however as you can tell) I solemnly am sadden and appalled at this one professor, who I believe exercised favoritism and thought himself to be a prolific writer. He often gave mediocre grades to my peers and I when our papers warranted a way better grade. 

I would sit on the floor, deflated, outside of my classes with my classmates, where we would read each other's papers and discuss whether some of the comments he wrote on papers were valid or not. Some were valid, but some were not, which is okay because grading essays are very subjective. It is just that those "critiques" supposedly degraded the worth of our papers so much to the value that we were receiving B+'s, B's, B-'s, and the grades we couldn't ever fathom, C's!!!

Anyways, I am over that. Sort of. Yeah, let's just not think about that anymore. I also moved out of my parent's home and into an apartment nearby my new school with my sister, her boyfriend, and a somewhat friend! We all transferred at the same time from the same school.

I say somewhat friend because we went to middle school together and I vividly remember talking to her during middle school. She even signed my 8th grade yearbook and left her phone number for me to contact her. She also took a picture with me and uploaded it to Facebook, which is now gone. 

And when she contacted me about my Facebook ad for a roommate, she didn't recognize or remember me! LOL, this girl. I swear it was her who came onto me for that short lived friendship. I was just chilling on the bleachers in the gym with my only friend in PE class on the last week of school. STACY! My quiet, sweet friend named Stacy.

So yeah, somewhat friend and now roommate. Cool. She joined a sorority and loves it. I kind of wanted to do it, but I know it's really not for me. It's expensive, requires a lot of time, supposedly  these armies of girls you've just met are supposed to be your new BFFs; sounds like a drag. I can make friends pretty easy. The hard part is keeping the friendship alive or keeping in touch. 

I think I have the quality of being a very good listener and letting people spill their life story to me without saying a word. LOL. So making friends is easy. I just can't really develop the friendship past being class friends or work friends. Sometimes it might being going that direction, like someone will ask to get lunch to together or for my Instagram/ other social media outlets. The problem is I don't have social media platforms, besides the occasional monthly Facebook login, and I'm on a tight schedule. I need ample time to recuperate from being with other human beings!

My classes are a mess or maybe it's just me who's a mess. I work at a bakery/ restaurant now as a barista. An overworked, overwhelmed, stressed, yet still smiling barista. I have a regular customer who comes in with his son and he calls me Smiley. My smile is full of sunshine supposedly. His son thinks it's full of pain au chocolats though, which he always asks his dad for.

I think pain au chocolats are too sweet though.

Hmm, anything else new?

I am starting to work out. When I started high school, I was 98 lbs. When I finished high school, I was 110 lbs. When I finished my first year of college, I was 115 lbs. When I finished my second year of college, I was 128 lbs. In the middle of summer, I was 124 lbs. I am currently 120 lbs. I would like to get back down to 115 lbs or perhaps 110 lbs, but really the weight doesn't matter. Maybe I'll pack on some muscles, and it'll shift my weight. I really just want to lose my belly fat, which is not that much to begin with. I also want to tone my legs, because I used to have such toned legs from cycling. I want to be able to wear beloved my high waisted jeans again and not have a pouch! Also, my gosh, I was bitten so many times by mosquitoes this summer. The most, all at once, being 30 bites. Hopefully, these dark spots on my legs fade, because I used to have such even toned and tanned skin!

The two things I have in check at the moment. My relationship with Ian. My eyebrows.

Ian and I have been very happy lately. I think the separation cause by living in different cities has made each of us appreciate one another more. Ian still lives in our hometown even though he goes to the same school as me.

And these brows! Who am I? Wow wow these brows. My homegirl Suma can thread!

20 years and 72 days old.

Wow wow so many days.

Rule #5 to live by:

Don't smoke.

(Throwback to when Ian and I ate at a late night diner probably in January or something. Forever scarred to not smoke.)