Although I hate finals

these are my lasts..

last round of red-bull sponsored all nighters

last night of scavenging clics for remnants of POTS

last week of looking like a bum, feeling like a bum, but loving it all the while

I feel like something should change after this. Like I'm supposed to guffaw the fuck out of 12 years of damn education

the truth is I'm scared shitless. I feel more lost, more alone, more undiscovered... than I was leaving hs four years ago.

4 years ago I had dreams pre-cynicism. 4 years ago I was blogging my highschool story in epic detail. 4 years I believed so strongly in the unbreakable bonds around me.

These last 4 years have flown by. The people have flown away. Everything's taking flight and I'm here, not really wanting to

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To my first year of asian sorrority, hectic revelle school leadership, and never-ending drunken fiascos with indistinguishable drunken people..cheers

To my second year of drinking, dancing, ART!, self discovery, damn good music..cheers

To my 3rd year of campus organizing, realizing the power of passion in a pcn, marching with beaming pride, understanding my roots..cheers

To my final year of humbled gratitude, understanding my responsibilities, working for my future, reading a lot more, writing some, pulling a 180 on all my former attitudes...

well we'll see how this turns out. Hopefully with a damn amazing career to premise a legendary life story