I'm kind of jealous of people who are on semester schedules. They only go to school for eight months a year and take 12 classes. We, on the other hand, go to school for nine months, take 18 classes, and work the rest of the three months. This coming summer will be the very last summer break I get to enjoy.

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

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.

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.

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.