i definitely haven't been studying this weekend, at least not as much as i had intended to. it's going to be a busy week. god knows how many times i've written my schedule out on my chalkboard and notebook or how deep it is etched into my brain- monday: his reading response + econ midterm, tuesday: pol midterm, wednesday: poem due, thursday: pol hw, friday: his paper rewrite + his reading response. what a way to bid my days as a teenager goodbye...(i can't believe i'm turning twenty!!) even with the intense week ahead of me, i couldn't help but take "quick" breaks in between studying to watch wongfu videos. wongfu videos?! i know, it's embarrassing. i'm impressed by their effort but their themes of finding love and stereotypical asian "troubles" undermine their hard work. at best their clips are humorous and likeable but as a fellow young asian living in america i find it impossible to wonder if my life is summed and defined by love or my attempt to find it. no, i'd like to think my life is more meaningful than checking out the next boy who comes my way. i'm turning twenty afterall. i can't, and shouldn't, be bothered with such sophomoric things.

god, i sound so cocky. sorry, let me get off my high horse and onto the ground again. okay, i'm back to earth. my point is: i'm so tired of seeing people so obsessed with this concept of love. i'm not trying to be bitter or cynical but love? is it really all that great? sure there are moments of bliss and in those moments you probably think to yourself that nothing could be better, but is it true? there are plenty of things we could all be doing that could feel just as great.

since it is coming in a mere six days, here's my gift and goal for my adulthood: i will not waste the short time i have.

but since i'm still technically a teen, i think i'm going to go back to watching funny clips on youtube.