Break is almost over. Have I had enough home? Am I ready for more school, more Philly, more Starbucks at Center City till midnight?

Holiday has finally come to an end but I'm so not ready to go back. I literally have one half day left to pack, get ink refills, a haircut and a headphone adapter. I'm not sure how I can accomplish so many tasks in such a short time. Piano instructor just emailed us about how we need to be prepared with a 1/8 to 1/4 inch adapter for headphone and I wish she had sent this email earlier so I'd have more time searching and doing the shopping in China, where equipments like this adapter are more reasonably priced and my choice of getting it isn't just limited to this one RadioShack on Penn's campus. What's waiting for me on that side of the planet is a full 20 credits workload, sucky cafeteria food, and communal bathrooms. Got to embrace my uni life!

Right now I am at John F. Kennedy International Airport. Sitting next to me is Peggy, with her teeny tiny portable DVD sized laptop of course, and oh I'm on my laptop too as you can already tell. We just paid about 15 dollars to have this internet access, which is nothing compare to the transportation to get to Philly from here though. Dave's Limo apparently has nothing available tomorrow. And the first air shuttle company we called offered us 200 dollars per person, and the second offered 500 dollars. Even the lady on the other end of the phone suggested we take Gray Hound instead. If only I didn't have so many luggages, I could just take the Chinatown bus.  Why am I even here? Peggy was crying earlier because of homesickness and I, on the other hand, did nothing even though I was homesick as hell as well. Why kind of person am I?

Lately I feel that the disadvantage of not able to spend my college years in SoCal has been offsetted by the unusually warm weather here these days. Thanks to global warming, the mid day temperature has hit 20c.

I also realize how little leisure time I will have this term due to the liberal arts nature of many of the classes I am taking. I hate all those papers, readings, projects. They make my stomach ache when I think of them.

Today has been a hectic day. I missed most part of my math lecture but luckily this prof gives quizes at the end of the class, so at least didn't miss the quiz. At lunch, I ran into Anna, who offered me to stay at her place tonight. I'm going to meet Anna after this class and go home to collect a few things before I head over to hers. Tomorrow I am going to be working at the convention center, which is three blocks away from where I will be staying at tonight, hopefully all day but to the least the whole morning.

It's 4am and roommate is still in the lounge working on her second project since this evening. I myself have a paper due on Thursday which I haven't even started. I'm glad I'm not a fashion design major. I would kill myself I had to do so many projects.

It's kind of surreal to realize that the aroma lingering in my friend's hall is the smell of marijuana.