My Saturday

For once, I shall disrespect my schoolwork and dull-fully blog about my day.

My morning consisted of my eyes wide open till around 330 am. I was studying about the transcription of DNA to RNA and whether or not thermal imaging is truly constitutional at the wee hours in the morning. I finally closed my eyes and suddenly, after a weird dream, my eyes suddenly sprung opened as if i were my neighbor's cautious watchdog. Dude, it was only 7:30am. I closed my eyes again, but I couldn't sleep. So i thought, who the heck would be awake this time..who could tell me a "bedtime" story? ...Spencer! hahaha I interrupted his csi-showtime and he told me about a guy who died of a natural cause on the plane. What a..happy story.. Anyhow, I woke up again at 1030 and read some more biostuffres. I then showered and Nat called me right after. I talked to her from the second I grabbed my apple and locked the doors to the moment I unpacked my backpack and left my halfeaten apple on the table in the library. Nice catchuptime. I studied with Spencer for a wee bit, then came the most exciting part of my day!! I made him drive me to streetlights so I could get the CD tha tI've beeen wanting for so so so so long. Yayy, but sure enough, with my sense of direction, we got lost for a bit. Sorry.. I thought I knew where it was. Thankfully, he didn't get mad at me because I called byefun to lead the right way. On the drive back to my uncle's for his daughter's month old birthday party, I happily listened to my cd with a gangsta look on my face. My eyes looked evil, but my mouth was cricket because I had a grim smirk on my face. I had no idea that the party started at 3pm at my uncle's, so they ran out of food by the time I got there. All they had left was beef, heh, so I was not an unhappy child, but the beef did not fill me up at all. I came home and finished feeding my tum with a bowl of rice, green brocs with oyster sauce, last of my kimchis, oreo cookies, and lastly, two fun-sized snickers. Alright, that's it. Now I'm trying to keep my GPA above a 3.5 so I gotta continue to study my butt off. If you got this far, good job. Sorry, I wish I could tell you about my rockclimbing dilemma, or how I got toilet paper stuck on my shoes.