Speechless

I have so much to say about the way I've been feeling but only one word seems to sum it all up just right: happy. I am genuinely happy with, let's say, about 99.8% of the way things are in my life. And the remainder of that percentage, I still wouldn't change. I need those flaws to keep me striving for better. 

My weekly schedule is still filled with something to do everyday. However, this winter quarter I only have 3 classes, 2 days a week (tues & thurs). Psych160, PoliSci, & American Pop Culture. This is by far the best schedule I've had so far during my 

college life. Every Monday, Wednesday, &Friday I volunteer at the Child Life of LAC+USC Medical Center. I have the best experiences volunteering there and meet the sweetest kids. I get attached real easy and enjoy being able to help them as much as I could. What do I volunteer for ? Well, the nursing program at CSULA requires a minimum of 100hrs of volunteering at a hospital environment. At first I dreaded the thought of having to do so many hours of hospital bitch work. But, lucky for me I don't have to cheat the system because I enjoy what I do. I love working with the kids. I've met some of the smartest, strongest, and most charming kids that range from newborns-17yrolds. Basically, all I do

 is provide them with entertainment to make them feel comfortable and not dread the hospital environment. It's a give and take situation. I give them myself as a friend, and in return.. I get new friends every day I volunteer and feel good about what I did. Unlike some, I'm excited to become a nurse. Hate the process, but I know I'll love it when I'm there and all the hard work will be worth it. 

My bike and I have been on a break. Haven't done a long ride in a while and I'm definitely rusty. Got to do a mini-ride doing laps around Ryan's neighborhood but that was about it. Something's wrong with my ankle but thanks to my school's failure to mail my proof of being a full-time student.. I have no medical insurance and can't go to the hospital to get a check-up. But it doesn't seem like I'll be riding anytime soon; rain's here. Till then, cuddle, movienights, sour candy, &brew. Those are fun.

As for my relationship, we're going strong. He's what I need to get through my hard days. We've spent a lot of time doing homework and studying because we're not all about fun & games. We're a couple with big dreams, & we're doing our best to get there. Are we perfect? Far from it. We still fight, we still have our differences. Who doesn't?

 (you? oh my bad. I bow down to you.) All that matters though, is that we're still in love and get through the arguments.. eventually. Love that boy. I'll nurse him any day through any injury or illness. :]<3>

In a nutshell, I'm still a young lady with big dreams, a busy schedule, &very little free time. I've got a big strong head on my shoulders and I'll continue working hard till I could say I succeeded. And from there, I'll make more dreams & work even harder to achieve those. But so far so good. Knock on wood.

b. fam

whip.

**of course, photocredit: ryanskeet*

New

Year. New frame. New wheels.

New quarter. New classes. 

New hair. New apparel. New feeling.

Constants, changes, improvements. 

I'm moving onto bigger better things. 

&It's the best feeling ever. 

Hello '09. You're slowly changing

my mind about you. Maybe you're

going to be better after all. 

"This is my happy place, fuck the beach."

Your simple words mean more than you think. <33

"Ok"

PATIENTLY,

I waited in my room for a 

knock on the door. 

I sat there, starred into my tv, 

watched the ball drop, listened to the countdown,

held my phone tightly, and prayed

that it would just ring by the time

the ball dropped. But there it was,

the scream of "HAPPY NEW YEAR !"

& firecrackers going off outside my 

window and fireworks exploding

in the t.v. Seconds, minutes, then

before I knew it.. it was an hour into

the new year. My phone didn't ring. 

Not only did I not see you on the last

day of 08, you didn't bother calling

me the first minutes or even the first hour

of 09. So I called, you picked up,

Happy New Years were finally exchanged..

although my "I love you" seemed to

go on a road that lead nowhere back to me.

Instead, I got an "Ok". That hilarious

response to an "i love you" that you see

on tv.. you know .. that "thank you" response,

I would have much rather preferred that.

Instead of an "ok". 

&Here I am. Getting ready to listen to your words.

Getting ready to let my guard down & let go of my pride.

Here I go, getting ready to ring your doorbell. 

Just because you said so.