This has been by far the most boring summer of my life. I have nothing to do because I can’t seem to be entertained by my usual hobbies anymore. I’m trying to find new things to do! I want this website to represent me as I feel now, something it currently doesn’t. That means it’s time for a revamp!

Well, you know, coming soon. Or as soon as I figure out why the hell my computer isn’t recognizing tablet pen pressure. See you guys soon!

(oh and, I know how horrible the page numbers look right now. I’ll fix them… eventually)

I had straight A’s in high school and I was disappointed about not being able to get a straight A semester in college so far. The most frustrating part is that I always got so close, but never quite got the perfect grades. I think last semester’s grades motivated me (My worst ever:  3 B’s and 2 A’s). But today I found out:

Physics II, calculus based (A), Physics lab II (A), Gen Chem II (A), Archaeology (A), Human Evolution (A), Tutoring in biology (Pass, in P/NP basis).

Since the economy is shit and all that, classes at Uni now have very limited spaces and I wasn’t able to register for Human Bio III or Microbio, so next semester I’m taking:

• Organic Chem I & lab
• Probability and Statistics with Computers – I hear we get to use MS Excel and I love MS Excel.
• Biology of the Cell
• Molecular Genetics lab
• American Literature (until Dickinson’s period) – Yes that’s the title of the class :P Forcing myself back into the habit of reading actual literature.

All that for a mere 14 credits… and this is my senior year, FFS. I’ll never graduate at this pace because I can never get the classes I need. My Uni sucks. I’m already sure I’ll be spending a fifth year there in order to finish my BS. Oh well. Straight A’s!!!

I was in the 10th grade and  liked a certain guy, and I was sure he kinda liked me too. He and some other friends were over at my house, but when everyone left we were both left there alone. It was my chance to impress him. He was a computer geek,  but didn’t know I was a computer geek too, so I wanted to show him that. I sat in front of my desktop computer and while we waited for it to start up, I was so nervous I started like swinging my foot around. I accidentally kicked open a box with old computer parts that was loaded with cockroaches and they spilled out like it was Joe’s Apartment.

While I screamed loud and high-pitched, half in disgust and half in embarrassment, he played superhero and took the disgusting old box out of the house with most of the bugs still in it.

Fortunately, he wasn’t an ass about it or anything. He never mentioned it again. And he kissed me that day before he left. Heh. Well, I think I’m ready to dig a hole and bury my head now. Or not.

Have you been in a situation so embarrassing that you don’t feel comfortable talking about it even after years have passed?

“100 million kelvins? that’s how hot I make you in bed”.

(0 degrees Celsius = 273.15 kelvins)

On a different note… I’m done with finals! Hello summer :)

ANYWAY. What actually motivated me to blog today was something that just happened.

The janitor who cleans my office is HOT. The first time I saw him, around a year and eight months ago I couldn’t believe he was the janitor and not some underwear model (I know I’m awful, shut up!). Being the unconsciously flirty person that I am, I started, well, “flirting” with him. At first it was just a flirty look. Then, the flirty look was accompanied by a smile. Then, a flirty look and smile accompanied with a stare contest. Then a heavy “I want you naked stare”.

With time he started reciprocating all of those. It was fun at first, but… I have a boyfriend now (as of seven months ago, actually). And now every time I see the janitor he undresses me with his eyes, while I wish I had a hole to hide my head in. And today he spoke to me, as in, more than the usual “please lift your feet while I mop here” and the “do you have trash for me?”. And I spoke to him, as in more than the usual “You’re too noisy, this is a library!”.

Him: You look cold. Are you cold? *sexy stare*
Me: I’m freezing here! *embarrased*
Him: You’re shivering! *lol*
Me: Don’t laugh at me! *helpless stare*
Him: Why don’t you bring a jacket?
Me: I forget, since it’s hot outside.
Him: So, when do you get off? *hidden intentions stare*
Me: 2:00pm. *innocent*
Him: Oh wow, until 2:00pm here in this cold. You can have my jacket. *Colgate smile*
Me: Um, are you sure?
Him: Yes, here. *gives jacket*
Me: thanks.
Him: Sure thing. *Smiles. Leaves. Turns around smiles again. Really leaves*
Me: *sniff jacket*
Jacket: *smells like hunk*

Oh and I don’t know his name. I think I’m glad I don’t. I wonder what the boyfriend will think about this :P

I’m now on Twitter, add me!

Lately I’ve been feeling very weird. Not bad, I think, just not like myself at all. The only thing I really want to do is sleep. And eat.  And then sleep some more. Seriously, it’s as if I suddenly lost interest in everything I used to like (except eating and sleeping).

Not that you care, right, but that’s kind of why I haven’t been writing blog entries, posting at Snark, reading or taking pictures for the 365 project (FAIL).

So I’m just saying. “Good-bye” for now. I’ll write again when I feel like myself again. If that happens before this domain expires in July. Heh.

Edit: Look, I have a Twitter account now.

It’s actually not that exciting since there aren’t many things that I can now legally do. The (legal) drinking age in Puerto Rico is 18, so I guess I’ll just go sign a contract or something to celebrate. No, actually, I’m going to spend the whole day today and tomorrow studying for a physics exam I have on Monday. Yay Uni. Not.

Happy birthday to me!

After successfully unlocking the door, I opened it and hit my head. With the door. Just like that: open, bam!

I turn 21 this Saturday, and I thought with age I would eventually become more graceful, but now I think I’m experiencing the exact inverse process. I’m clumsifying! World, beware!

Please tell me you can relate :P

I tried it today, it works :D
Edit: I just realized, I blog a lot about the boyfriend. Well, I can’t help it, he’s an endless source of lulz.