ChocolateFest

World Forestry Center is hosting ChocolateFest this weekend, which is going to be just orgasmic because I lovelovelove chocolate.

I already made plans for the weekend but I'm going to move them around just so I can go; the more I think about it the more I want to go. As excited as I may be, however, I'm wondering how much free samples of chocolate there will be. I'll be disappointed if the vendors skimp out on samples because I'm hoping to stuff myself silly with chocolate... Regardless, I'm sure it will still be fun.

Mmm. Chocolate.

EDIT: You Portlanders must not miss this.

I am Such a Sloth!

It's Friday night and, as the title of this post points out, I feel (am?) like a sloth!

I didn't do any homework or studying at all; instead, I watched three movies. One right after another. So that was some five or six hours of just lying on the couch in front of the television.

First, I watched...

Then I watched...

And, finally, I watched...

*BRAIN EXPLODES*

Monday night, following an afternoon downtown, I drank with friends. All Tuesday night, I think I studied--I can't remember. Late Wednesday night, I went down into the underground service tunnels, which is probably the "riskiest" thing I've done on-campus. Thursday night, I hung out and played pool after getting my reading done. Friday night, well, I just told you.

(Please note that in the last paragraph I talked about each night, which means that I was studying during the afternoon!)

What a wonderful way to start off the semester!

Fortunately, all this actually makes me want to study. Don't worry, though. I have been studying! The books and me just need some serious alone time this weekend.

Getting Back into the Swing of Things

I'm slowly getting back into the swing of academia. It stills takes a bit of pushing to get me started with studying in the afternoon but once I start I'm all, 'Go, go, go!' (Thank God.) On top of that, I'm studying more than I need to; I do extra reading and research on the side just to fully grasp the topic at hand.

All of this is being done out of determination and fear--I really want to do much better than last semester and I'm already intimidated by how incredibly hard my classes are turning out to be. My grades weren't that bad last semester but I definitely want more from me and make Dean's List. My classes this semester wouldn't be hard at all if I weren't taking them all at the same time... I just hope I'll be able to keep this up and not burn out in a few months time.

My classes this semester are:

1. Theories in International Affairs
2. International Law
3. Comparative Political Systems
4. Gender in Asia
5. Model United Nations
6. Weight Training for Women

Yep. Exciting.

Anyway, as much as I want to blog some more I really have to get back to studying. This was just a small break for me.

It's 3:38am...

...and how I hate you, jet lag.

High, Intoxicated, and Jetlagged

High on life, (slightly) intoxicated by booze,

and jetlagged because of my trans-Pacific flight.

I am back in the lovely city of Portland and although I am extremely tired I am also happy. I had a great evening compared to the rather upsetting and shaky afternoon that "welcomed" my return.

The earlier part of the afternoon was spent talking to a certain someone, which, unbeknownst to him, had me crying one too many times. I am not going to get into it right now because it simply is not worth my time and I can surpass that.

I decided I needed to get away so I headed over to a friend's apartment for home-made nachos before heading downtown to have a light and early dinner--mmm, stuffed grape leaves that I must get my hands on the recipe of--and bubble tea with several other people.

We then returned to the apartment just to chill before busting out the vodka and (horrible) tequila. But being the responsible young adult I am I called it quits early to get some much needed rest because I do have class and work to do tomorrow morning. Haha, I do still maintain some responsibility even though I decided to go drinking the night before the first day of classes.

It feels great to say that I am optimistic about a great semester ahead of me.

Now it's time for bed. Good night, everyone.

That I Don't Really Care We Can Have It Anywhere Kind of Love

Alicia Keys' Wreckless Love*

I thought I would share with you one of my favourite songs of the moment (and off of Keys' 'As I Am' album). It is such an upbeat song with passionate and playful lyrics and, because of that, I absolutely love singing it.

Have that wreckless love
That crazy love
That I don't really care
We can have it anywhere
Kind of love
That wreckless love

Let's go back in time
When our kiss was brand new
An adventure not perfected
A little hesitant

Let's go back there
Let's take it there

Makes me want to have some wreckless lovin'!

*NOTE: This is not her official video; she doesn't have one for the song as of the moment. I just wanted you folks to hear the song!

Hot Doughnuts Now

I ate a free Krispy Kreme donut (or doughnut, as they spell it) today and immediately regretted it afterwards. It was too sweet, too sugary, and, worst of all, too unhealthy. I knew something was going to go down after my mom and sister said, 'Let's go to Krispy Kreme!' when the red neon 'Hot Doughnuts Now' sign was turned on.! It was that silly hat wearin', free donut givin' Krispy Kreme employee's fault; I declined, he insisted, and then it felt weird to decline again.

Sigh.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

"Remember, with Lacuna Inc. you can forget."

The Lacuna Inc. staff has made giant strides in brain research. They have discovered a simple and effective way to remove problem memories. No longer do you have to live with life debilitating memories. Live again, take the steps now!

It's days like these that make you wish an organization like Lacuna Inc. really existed.

Immediate relief is always an irresistable temptation that prevents you from seeing how a quick fix isn't always right. You're meant to grow stronger and to learn from your experiences--both the good and the bad, right? Besides, if you're able to erase any upsetting memory then either you don't have any memory left or you're disgustingly happy twenty-four seven.

As Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind shows there are days when it's all too painful and tiring, days when it will be easier to smile at a stranger than to smile at someone you love. But, it also demonstrates that, in the long run, sometimes it's better to remember than to forget.

The Moment is Now

He did it!

(And by 'he' I was certainly referring to Barack Obama).

On to New Hampshire goes the Obamara!