Conclusions

I don't think I've ever been sick for more than a week in the past say 5 years of my life. Being sick REALLY SUCKS. Is it the fact that I eat one real meal a day or sleep almost never? I realized lately that the only things in my diet are ramen, sandwiches, goldfish, muffins, and the occasional naked juice to make me feel that I'm eating something healthy. In conclusion, I FEEL LIKE SHIT.

Sometimes, it's really nice to just have someone ask "how are you doing" and actually really mean it because they care and then later follow up on it and ask if you're better or whatever. Everyone is somewhat selfish, but it kinda sucks when ALL you care about is yourself. In conclusion, LISTENERS > TALKERS.

Language is really confusing. TRUE STORY. If you think about it FISH can technically be spelled GHOTI. If you take the gh from rough, the o from women and the ti from nation is sounds just like fish. WEIRD. I thought my chinglish was enough for me to just get by chinese NOT. I never knew how hard this language is. You would think all those years of chinese school would pay off just about now but noooo. Here I am studying my ass off EVERY SINGLE DAY for a class that I thought I can just go to and pass since I thought I knew it and all. But then again, I'd much rather copy characters and memorize the strokes than READING. I honestly think I'm dyslexic, at least somewhat. The other day I was talking about debating but the whole time I spelled it bedating. AND I am an extremely SLOOOWWW reader. It takes me an hour to read twenty pages maybe even less. What sucks even more is that all of my classes are mainly focused on stuff you read which I TRY to do, but really can't; can't as in even if I do read I don't know what I read afterwards. In conclusion, I'M EFFED FOR MY MIDTERMS.

So I am officially a CSO which are the people that escort students back to their dorms or whereever late at night. I honestly thought this job was a no brainer and you simply just walk the person from one place to another, I mean how hard does that sound? Not very... and once again I am WRONG. I feel like this job is another class, if not more. I have to memorize two hundred something radio codes although once I master it I think it'll sound really cool over the radio, but much work is needed since all I have down is "273 to San Diego 10-4 I'm 10-97 and en route, bike patrol, P405". Sometimes I say codes I don't even know the meaning to and I'm afraid I'm gonna say the wrong one that means bomb threat or something. The whole school's gonna go crazy because of my one little mistake. YIKES. But I do really like this job and it's super legit in ways you can't even imagine. It made me think that maybe I want to go into law enforcement or something cuz I honestly really like helping people (yeah I know that was really cheesy, but it's true) and I like the perks that come with the job. In conclusion, MARIE CHANG = 273 (my badge number and new name) CALL ME :D

Blogging is really nice. It kinda straightened all my thoughts out. And now I will go back to reading my ass off. In conclusion, I WILL BLOG MORE.