I moved into my ridiculous dorm yesterday and met my ridiculous room mate, Kayla. Me being the idiot I am, I only brought my clothes, books, and my brothers' old laptop - my mom is going to drop the rest of the stuff off at my Aunt's house which is about 25 minutes away from the campus. Within the first few moments of introductions, I couldn't stand my room mate and left. The entire orientation ordeal was over, so I was free to whore off of my aunt's unused broadband internet.

My mom keeps misinforming me. We aren't leaving until 10 pm at night, but we have to leave my aunt's house (she's coming with us) by noon to head over to my uncles' house in Cerritos, which is two hours away from where I now live. We're gonna stay there to eat, and talk with my cousins, and wait for my Uncle to get home and we're finally leaving for LAX at 5 PM-ish to ready ourselves for a two hour ordeal of security. Fun, fun.

I swear, if they say I can't bring ipods or books on the plane, I'm going to hunt those effing terrorists down and smack and kill them myselves. Stupids.

mood: anxious

I move into my dorm room tomorrow, and I don't even have half of the boxes filled with my stuff. Perhaps my mom can leave my stuff at my Auntie Ding's house so I can drive over and pick it up later. DARN YOU PROCRASTINATION!

My bags for the Philippines are equally as empty, and my essay for Psychology is now non-existant. Yes, I have to type that stupid thing over again. How, since the stupid airlines aren't letting you use laptops, I don't freaking know.

So much stuff to reply to... so behind on everything. It's okay though, cause I still have my plushies to make me feel better. D:

Yaaay, guess this is my first entry. For livejournal. Ew.
What to say... J'dan rocks? :D

mood: blah