I can feel the city lights burn

Guess what everybody? I'm back! Momentarily, fleetingly, for the long-haul, who knows.  I just know that I came across this blog randomly again, read all over my old posts and realized, hm, I chronicled almost all of my final senior year and the beginning of my university careeer, it would be nice to pick things up again. It's nice to go back and read over everything that had brought me to a certain point and I'm pretty sure my future self will thank me for coming back to this later on in life.

For the record, I believe my last post was made sometime in the Spring semester of my freshmen year in university. By the Grace of God, I've survived and made it to the halfway point - I'm just above 60 credits, so only 60 more credits to go until I'm ready for convocation! Well, that, and a ton of homework-filled, stress-filled, anxiety-inducing class requirements. Because I'm a Communications major. And that requires a shit ton of writing, unfortunately.

So yeah, I'm a declared Communications major at her halfway point in university, technically speaking my third year at school. Don't know how I got this far, I just know that I've managed things well enough and miraculously haven't met any seriously poor, academic-probation kind of grades. I even got an A- in a CMNS class last semester. Once again, I have no clue how that happened.

After a Pho date with the same girls I have been blogging about since my senior year, because yes my best friends from three years ago are still my best friends now (and I am proud to say that we hang out on a weekly basis, if not make it a point to chill often enough that we still somehow get sick of each other), I went back home to keep writing my paper. I gave myself a week and a half to write it, which turned out to be only two and a half days. One day where I did a basic chunk, then another to finish the last significant part of it, and a third to polish it up. That's usually how it goes with me and my paper writing process. Except I procrastinated so much that I had to give up and just force myself to be satisfied with what I'd gotten down. I want nothing more than some sort of a B in this class. I am so not trying hard for this summer semester, in my one and only class.

I've pretty much been working the entire summer, since I'm taking a lazy attitude towards school. In fact, I'm assuming that I'm going to cash in on my next paycheque - with the hours I've been working and having been called in a zillion bajillion times throughout the last two weeks, I'm really hoping I'm going to reach my summer savings goal of $_000 dollars. Yeah, I'm not going to specify the amount because according to my twin sis that kind of stuff is confidential, but excuse me for being a little proud of my saving skills! Let's just say, the blank spot is upwards of the number five, but below ten. JUST below ten.... if you get my drift. Wow, I may as well have put the number itself up but hey, it doesn't hurt to be vague I guess! Heheheheh.

So, apparently this is a record for us peeps in Vancouver. Not only has it been the hottest few days for us, but we've gone 34(?) days straight without a drop of rain. This is miraculous 1) because it rains for the other eight months of the year and we deserve some straight days of sunshine and 2) fall somehow always arrives early, but by the looks of it, we'll be having sun for a little while longer! I just have to get used to wearing sunscreen when I go out. It's almost a necessity for survival. Despite being asian, I burn like a mother, and that shizz ain't cool.

I can also thank this summer weather for giving me a popsicle obsession. Or just, a cold drink obsession. I've been begging my sisters and my parents to buy supersize or just enormous amounts of popsicles to last me the rest of the summer, and so far I've just had a box of creamsicles and some sour patch kids popsicles. I mean they're awesome and everything, but they've never lasted me. In fact, me and my twin finished our sour patch kids box just tonight, and now I feel like I'm mermaid, living off of my mercifully cold water bottle. Halleulajah.

Anyway. This post has been random enough and I'm actually quite, quiteeee sleepy. I got up at 8:30am for work today and I have to wake up even earlier tmrw so I can print out a paper and then hand it in at the beginning of lecture, which also happens to be my final lecture of the summer semester! After tomorrow, it's just my measly open book exam. Fingers crossed it's as easy as it sounds.

Goodnight and good day. And God bless you, to whoever may be reading.

And God rest you to a man who was vital to the growth of my spiritual journey, Roger LaFleche. You taught me in your classroom and with your guidance I received confirmation, a blessed sacrament. It was there that I met one of my best friends six-something years ago (one of the very girls I had Pho with today - see, told y'all I still have the same bffs), and I would've never met her if it weren't for sharing a classroom under you. Thanks for everything, sir.

Post title from City of Devils by Yellowcard (It's always nice to know the soundtrack that's currently leaving tracks in your head, and I never used to highlight them before. At least I will now!)

Once again, goodnight and God bless :)