Just a Little Late

If I wrote a memoir of the last year of my life, this song would play continuously in the background.


"You Found Me"
The Fray

I found God
On the corner of first and Amistad
Where the west was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said "where you been," he said "ask anything"
Where were you?
When everything was falling apart
All my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of first and Amistad

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

In the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not, who I want to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Whyd you have to wait?
Where were you, where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

Early morning, City breaks
Ive been calling for years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never send me no letters
You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Where were you where were you?

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Whyd you have to wait?
Where were you, where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
why'd you have to wait
to find me, to find me

I Wish I Was A Better Artist...

Sad story of the year.

I know you've probably heard the story already, but in case you haven't, or in case you just wanted another laugh, I'm going to immortalize it here. (Or for however long I leave this blog up...)

First SE 10 discussion of the year. Monday January 12th 2009. 2:00om. DBH 1423 (Which holds approximately 30 people) I was there early enough to actually grab a seat, my first mistake. If I was to make an estimated guess, I would say there were around 40 people in this tiny teeny cramped room. And notice how I seem to be the center, with all of the bystanders facing my direction. Class was just starting, so my backpack's on the desk, unopened, sitting there. Second mistake. The roll sheet is coming around. I sign my name (Woo! Extra Credit)
So I lean forward (Third Mistake) to try to hand it to the person in front of me and to my left (Fourth Mistake). Apparently the weight of my backpack, combined with the angle that my desk was tilting, and the recent waxing of the floor (I'm assuming) was too much for my desk. The result was my backpack, with computer in tow, falling off and then my desk following suit and tipping over to a point of no return, taking me partially down with it. Now you would think that this could be construed as an accident and could be quickly recovered from. Wrong. The 3 people directly adjacent to me took it upon themselves to "pick up" my desk, as well as myself (which was currently residing in the fallen desk). After the guy next to me finished laughing, I left the room.

Now it's been 2 1/2 weeks, and my computer is still reminding me everyday about this mishap. It's broken. Every time it restarts, it's a different color. Which some might consider entertaining. I, on the other hand, do not. And last night it continued its decent. It flashes black. BLACK! Do you know what that means?! It's dying. I'm going to have to take it in to get assessed eventually, before it completely craps out on me.

In other, less saddening news, I'm going Snowboarding this weekend! Well, at least that's the plan. 8 hour drives! On little to no sleep! The life of a college student.

Supermassive Black Hole

Boy. It's been a while since I've updated anything. So I guess I'll start with the most pressing issue. As of January 3rd, 2009, the Indianapolis Colts are no longer in the running for the Super Bowl. And I absolutely HATE the Chargers. The nerve... And as of yesterday, the New York Giants, my second runner up, had their dreams shot up, and are also out. This saddens me greatly. Who do I root for? Cardinals, Eagles, Ravens, or Steelers? I have to admit, I haven't watched any of their games all season! We'll see...

Classes started a week ago. And let me tell you, fun stuff. Let's recap and put forth our predictions for the quarter.

Bio 36 - If I can manage to hold Adam off for the quarter, then I think I will do pretty well in this class. The material is pretty similar to things I learned in Psych, and all of the tests are pulled straight from the lectures! Score. I'll be optimistic and say A.
Physics 7A - Well, anything is better than an F -. Physics is just physics. There's no way one can describe it in words. I could write an equation stating how much I hate it, but that seems a little extreme. If I keeps doing well on the homework , which I intend to, and pass the quizzes, I predict that a B will come forth from this class.
Math 131B - White math professor. It's a beautiful thing. I can understand! This class is just a continuation from last quarter, so I'm pretty confident that I'll do well. If I stay on top of the work...I hear the tests are closed book! Haha, what a concept. I guess I got too comfortable last quarter. A.
SE 10 - Who says 3 hour classes aren't fun?! I do. Especially this one. Not enjoyable. We spent an hour talking about the library last class. Don't worry. I most definitely tuned out most of it. Hopefully I'll be able to stay awake long enough to get an A. Research... blah!

So. Super fun, yeah? I started that kickboxing class. I'll have to show you my sweet moves sometime. You would be jealous. It's pretty intense though. We'll see how I feel after tonight.

My mom called me last night. My great grandpa, who's 90 years old, mind you, is on his last few days. I guess it was kind of a shock because I haven't really heard anything about him, so I assumed no news was good news. I was wrong. But he's comfortable and at home with the people he loves. I'm not overly emotional about the situation, because I was never attached. I've met him a total of 2 times that I can remember. He was a nice old man. And, in case you were wondering, yes, he does talk. He's not one of those old people that you just sit and look at. But I feel more bad for my grandpa and my mom. That's his father, and her grandpa. They know him. They're attached. There's most likely going to be a funeral to go to this week. I've only been to one other, and that was for Nahum's dad. And the whole service was in Spanish. Not too much understanding going on there. But this means that all of those long lost aunts and uncles and cousins will be visiting. It's a little sad that death brings people that you haven't seen in a decade together. I guess it's just one of those things that you don't question and just let be. I won't ask you to pray that my grandpa get's better, because I truly believe it's his time. I would ask, if you're thinking about it, that you throw a prayer out for the comfort of everyone that he's leaving behind. They're going to need it.

And just when I think everything's almost perfect in my life, the rug get's pulled out from under me again. If I didn't tell you already, my parents moved back in together a few weeks before Christmas. It was great having my family reunited again. It's been a long time since I've seen everyone so happy. And Christmas morning was amazing. My dad made an AMAZING breakfast! Present time was just as good. (Not so much for the presents, but just being together, as a family) I was under the naive impression that we had turned to a new chapter in our lives. But low and behold, 2 days after Christmas, 2 DAYS!!!! I wake up to find my dad's stuff piled in the living room. Odd. But of course, I'm not thinking the worst in my head. But then I talk to my mom...

"Well, I guess we should talk about the elephant in the room." Really Mom?! Elephant? "You're Dad moved out this morning." Great. Just great. Because I was so ready for that one to happen. I told people. I even waited to make sure it was for real this time! I told people that we were all fixed. I told them that we weren't broken anymore. I guess I was wrong. And then I left. I came back to Irvine and I haven't been back since. I guess I'm running away. But after this year, I am just so done with it all. So I'm sorry if I gave anyone false hope that my life was back to normal. And, if you're thinking about it, pray that God gives me compassion for my parents and their situation. Because right now, I feel nothing.

How Hard Can You Throw?

Kindness?!

Merry Merry Belated Christmas!! I hope everyone had a great time with their families and safe trips if you were traveling.

I got a lot done today! Shopping, reading, eating, AND I finished the first season of 24. I guess that means I should blog about it, to let everyone know what I thought (which is probably exactly what you all thought when you watched it). So Spoilers! Don't read the rest of this blog if you intend on watching 24 at all.

START

I went into this show expecting, excitement, violence, torture, guns, amazingness. And that's exactly what was delivered. I could comment on every episode, telling you what went through my mind, but I'll spare you the boring details and skip right to the last 3 episodes.

1) Victor Drazen was alive! That actually still confuses me. Something about using a dummy? But then the US caught him and has been holding him? But he's somehow been in contact with his family?

2) Nina was the dirty agent! I 100% did NOT see that coming; not even a little bit. Mason, maybe, Tony, possibility. Nina?! Well, after discovering that, I won't make the same mistake again.

3) Palmer's wife = SUPERGAY! Every episode, I wanted to smack her. Her stupidity rivaled Kim's, and may, at some point, have even taken the lead. All she ever said was "I did it for the campaign; for us!" Man I was sick of that excuse. More power to Palmer for "never wanting to see her again." I don't know how that will play out in future seasons.

4) Teri was shot and is dead/dying!? I couldn't believe it. And I don't know what to make of it. And she's pregnant, so what does that mean for the baby if she makes it? Way to end the season guys...

5) Jack Bauer. Wow. Just, wow. He managed to take out 7 guys single-handedly! And made it out! Not to mention the dozen others he killed. (I didn't keep track, but it was a lot) He cut a guys thumb off! He saved Palmer, TWICE. He escaped the police several times, even taking hostages in the process. It gives new light to the phrase "Breaking the law when necessary." I'll have to rethink my position on that. No wonder he turned in all those other agents! You can't trust anyone!

STOP

I'm sure I'll start the next season tonight, and hopefully get through it a lot faster than the first. I'm reading through Harry Potter though, so my time might be split half and half.

Who would have known that organizing your iTunes would be such a pain!

"Opened My Window and a Breeze Rolls in"

My name is Jessica, and I have a problem.

I am addicted to 24.

I started watching the other day. It's pretty good so far. It will be interesting to see how the story plays out. Episode 6 is playing as I'm typing this.

So whenever a break comes, we all know that I make a list of things I need to get done/want to get done. :D



WINTER BREAK TO DO:

Books
Twilight Saga
Harry Potter Series
Circle Trilogy
Lover of My Soul

TV/Movies
24
How I Met Your Mother
Movie list
Bond movies

Computer
Organize iTunes
Half Life 1
Half Life 2

School
Review Physics
School supplies/books
Parking permit
Sell Psych book

Other
Groceries/restock
Christmas shopping
Regular shopping
Downloading!

Not to mention the post it notes of Week 16 and Week 17 and overall stats of the leading teams in the AFC.

Tonight is the second to last Colts game. If they win this, they're guaranteed a spot in the playoffs. If they lose, they'll need to beat Tennessee next week...

Other than that, I didn't have to go into work today. Best day EVER!
I'm working on a Twilight post, so keep your eyes out for that.

Blue Screen of Death

Staying up late with friends, always fun.

Staying up late with friends when you have finals the next week, deciding to make breakfast at 3 am, choking on eggs because you were laughing so hard, playing hours of scrabble and almost winning, IMing across the room and randomly laughing out loud, making delicious seafood and stuffing you face, now that, is the best.

It's been an eventful last few weeks, ultimately ending in Winter Break. Unlike everyone else, I will be staying in CV, in my apartment, all by myself, alone, in Irvine, not with my family, in solitude, at UCI, because I, my friends, have entered the workforce yet again. It only took 3 weeks before I spilled the beans to Kevin and Adam and as expected, they made plenty of fun of me. But it's ok, because I am making a whopping 8 dollars an hour, which is an 800 percent increase from my no dollars an hour. But, unfortunately, it means I will be staying in Irvine for most of the break to work. I'm a little sad at the idea of this, but there are several good things that will come of it.

1. I will have ample opportunity to catch up on all of my reading, tv shows, movies, and video games.

2. I'll get to visit my grandparents, aunt and uncle, and cousins, all with the prospect of free food attached!

3. I will have access to the gym, and no school, which means, hopefully, I'll use it.

4. ITUNES sorting will get done

5. The apartment will be spotless

6. Money

7. I won't get bored at home

That's basically all I can think of. And while all of those are great, I'm still bummed about not being home. My dad moved back in! Which means the dogs are there too :) So the next time I do go home, which will be this weekend, we will be a big happy family again. I'm pretty sure that's the best Christmas present I could have ever hoped for.

Finals Finals Finals.
2 down, 2 to go. ICS was pretty okay today. I wouldn't use "spank" to describe what occurred in that room, but I definitely did better than I thought I would. I won't bore you with the details of it. Just know that I have a very very very good shot at getting an A in that class. Now, Coffee, on the other hand, TOTAL DOMINATION! I'm not sure which I enjoyed more, though: writing 12 pages on the history of coffee or the fire alarm that decided to go off 15 minutes into the exam. It's a tough call. But after that, I came back and owned it in the face. It was a good feeling.
And now I have psych. I'll be reading for the next 6 hours, with a stop for the dinner that Adam will be making for me. It's been a good day.

So to everyone else, good luck on your finals! And have a super awesome break. If you're ever down near Irvine, come visit!