I finally slept. I know I need more since I stayed up really long. I guess when you reach 72 hours of staying up, you start to feel a little crazy. Ok. So now I have slept a total of 12 hours on 72 hours. I was totally trying to sleep too! I think I have dormant caffeine cells in my body. When ever I start to stress they get released.

Time to hit the books.

Happy Birthday Stephanie!!!

I love you and I am so happy you chose me to be your friend!

I'm in the library right now. I'm working on a final paper and applications. I drank all my black tea (I made chai and vanilla! YUM!). I am almost done with all the candy I brought.

I have pop music on repeat.

I am going to miss my life as a Berkeley student. I am going to miss having a legitimate excuse for being crazy.

Suffering from my own stupidity.

Why the hell did I wait till the morning of to start writing this paper?

And why the hell do I have so many papers to write?

What's is the nerdiest thing you have ever done? Because I was pretty much at the verge of crying because my class was over and didn't want it to be. I had awesome professors this semester. I am really sad that the semester is over.

And now? FINALS AND PAPERS!

I've been a little on the crazy side these days.

Time to get dressed for 44 degree coldness and head to San Francisco. IT IS SO COLD.

I hate spending money.

No matter how many times I tell myself that I am never going to end up here again...

Here I am. 4AM. Typing up a paper on political/authentic identity in Thailand and Malaysia. Due in a few hours.

Fuck me dudes.

Other than midterms and work, applying to law schools is taking up all my free time.

I can't wait for all this to be behind me.

At least I am not studying to take the LSAT anymore. :D

All right, time to get serious on the politics of identification.

I think I'm reaching the last stage of grief: acceptance.

It will be ok. I can handle this. I just need to work really, really hard.

I'm seeing Micheal Pollan tonight. Pretty excited about that!

I stayed up all night doing taxes.
I'm taking a personal finance class and really liking the useful information it has to offer.
Maybe I should of been a business/ accounting major? Oh man.

I miss my friends so much. I miss hanging out. I miss being less stressed.

If there was one thing I could get rid, it would be my paralyzing anxiety.

And now, I will bury my face in the books as if it were the reason I couldn't say hello.