Well, sophomore year, fall semester is officially over. It was actually over for me yesterday, but hey, who’s keeping track? Definitely not me. I’m done keeping track for this semester. I honestly do not know where the time went/ what I did with my time which may or may not be a bad thing. Who’s keeping score? Definitely not me.

This campus is a ghost town and I’m ready to say my so-longs.

Full steam ahead.

Just got off the phone with my Dad.  I was telling him how this semester I really felt unmotivated and how this one really unorganized class I took didn’t help.  I honestly do not know why I’ve felt so unmotivated, but I have.  I joked around with one of my friends and said “This semester has reflected the performance of the USC football team.”  Sounds silly, but it’s definitely some real talk. Anyways, my Dad always knows what to say. Next semester is a fresh start and I’m going to make the best of it.

It’s time to get serious.

It’s raining, it’s pouring.

The old man is snoring.

He hit his head, he went to bed and couldn’t get up in the morning.

Growing up in Southern California I never really cared for the rain. For some reason though I’m beginning to like it a lot. The brisk-ness (Yeah I just made that up. And what?) has been really nice too. It’s just so refreshing and clean.

I really should get on with my day now. Perhaps, I will do some shopping at the bookstore.

I will definitely get some Starbucks. Yum.