DON'T VOTE!

Yeah, I thought they were serious too.

Just thought you all needed a reminder. Remember to register by October 4th!

I'm not sure if I'm ticked off or relieved. I pulled an all-nighter because my old sleeping habits kicked in again. This week I've been sleeping at 4 AM and waking up at noon. I kicked myself for missing class on Tuesday, and I didn't go to work (mind you, I just started on Monday) yesterday either. This cold is kicking my ass again. I'm starting to lose my voice. I was starting to do a video blog this morning, but then I realized mid-way that I couldn't speak!

I had breakfast with Josh and Gilbert this morning, and I really didn't want to school, but I knew that I had to drag myself down here. So as I walked off of the bus half asleep, congested and groggy, up the stairs of the Humanities and Social Science building, I see a large sign on room 255. PSYCH 1 CLASS CANCELED. I was partially relieved, yet resentful. I took an hour long bus ride to blog; something I could have done at home. Whatever. I guess I'll be going to Filipino Club today. Er..

Yesterday was alright though. After staying in bed and being miserable, my brother got me up and we drove to the Northridge mall after grabbing some Taco Bell. There was an old Armenian woman sitting and yelling at everyone - I personally thought she was putting a spell on me. I love Los Angeles. I always come upon interesting people at least once a day. So after that I got dropped off in Glendale to hang out with Arlaine and Bree, who are apparently my daughters now. After almost killing them (long story), we took the bus to Vermont to have dinner with Paul.

There I came upon another interesting person. After I had ordered my food and waited for my change, this guy in I'm guessing his late 50's commented on my tattoo. We started talking about music, and he was actually a composer himself. He talked about how he had composed songs in English, and was paid by a Tagalog singer named Freddy Aguilar to translate his songs to become pop hits in the 80's. Pretty cool. The thing was, he didn't look like a musician. He was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, with one of those clip on name tags with a picture of him on it. He looked like a businessman. It turns out he's actually a social worker. He said music wasn't something to live off of, so he had to.

*Cue rant.

I'm becoming more susceptible to reality slowly but surely. I really want to major in music, but even though I haven't even started, it's already proving to be difficult to have faith in. It's not like I'm not going to do it anymore; it's not out of reach. I just need to find something to fall back on. I know that I've been stubborn about it - I've had endless arguments with my brother about how nursing is just not in my vocabulary anymore... but now it doesn't seem too bad. I hate blood, but I'd be helping people and saving lives in a way, right? I think I was actually afraid of two things, blood and the stereotype. You know, the stereotype that all Filipinos go for nursing or any career in the medical field. I guess it's about to be validated yet again.

I really wish that money were no object. It's certainly not the case, especially now with the government's decision to pay off the $700 billion bailout for this credit crisis. Hey there tax man! Where've you been? Hah. If I could, I'd just go my own way and play music and write blogs all day. Hahaha. Well, there's another thought. Journalism? Nah. With times changing, as sad as it is, I think the newspaper is going to reach extinction pretty soon. Now, online journalism just might be a possibility.

Also, if I could have my own way, I wouldn't be working. I'd just be going to school all day long. I wish I could have kept all my classes, but I guess I learn from my mistakes. Next semester I'm going to take advantage of how cheap classes are here at Santa Monica. Hopefully by then I'll have a car.

End rant.*

Though I could have gone home to study for a class I wasn't to have, because I love these girls so much I took the bus with Paul all the way to Glendale to drop them off. I do pride myself in being a great mother. Paul and I walked around the mall for a bit. We went into Target, and tried stuff on. I need to stop wasting money on clothes (again with the money...). All in all I had a good day with my loves. Every moment spent with them is most definitely worth it.

I was considering going M.I.A. for a while and keeping to myself for a bit - you know the deal. I was going to deactivate Facebook and Twitter and maybe just blog. Then what do I do? I go ahead and make myself a Myspace. Hah! I guess my anti-social days are over. Oh well!

Alright, I'm starting to feel like this blog is getting unnecessarily long. That's it for now. Adios.

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