The only way to summarize this

Don't stop dancing (girl)

Move for me

I remember

Thing called love

Your loving arms

Sun in the winter

This moment

Turning tables

To the end and back

The year 2011 has been... well, I suppose interesting is one way to put it.

For one, my food poisoning virginity was taken. And again. And again. It's gotten to the point where I'm keeping count for the hell of it - The Grand Food Poisoning Spree of 2011: 3. Once revered as "the garbage disposal" among my friends in middle school (and into high school), I fear that my stomach has become a digestive pansy. It apparently does not approve of eating half a rack of barbecue ribs with sides for dinner.

Although I tend to draw too many connections, I'm pretty sure that the food sensitivity was brought on by my recent behavior. To put it bluntly, I've been running around town wreaking havoc so thoroughly that it actually spilled over into a city across the bridge, San Francisco. I take it all as a valuable learning experience but one I never wish to relive. Two of my main mottos in life are, "Do unto others as you would have them do to you" and "Try everything once (that doesn't kill you) before making a judgment." In the past few months, I ignored the former and became bffs with the latter. Consequently, the past few months have been a hazy blur that I'm content not clarifying.

The funny thing is, I used to be really discontent with the life I led. And now, I think it's pretty freaking awesome. I guess you sometimes need to go to an extreme in order to appreciate a life of moderation. Today was actually the first day in a very long time where I was happy as heck doing absolutely nothing interesting. I went to work and thoroughly enjoyed it. Then I went to a thrift store and picked up some dishes that were pleading for a home. And after depositing my pittance of a salary, I wandered into a bookstore and proceeded to indulge my book hoarding craving. I plan to have a library just like the one in "Beauty and the Beast" when I'm all grown-up.

By the by, Half-Price Books has got to be one of the best bookstores I've ever been in, and definitely one of my favorite places to spend a lazy afternoon/evening. The employees are super chill and don't care if you're there for hours on end reading, they are open until 11pm (which is saying something since Berkeley is mainly asleep by 7pm), AND they have a bangin' clearance section. I even picked up a finance book dedicated to money-inept people like myself. This was definitely necessary because I'm pretty sure I'm spending more than I make and given that I'm about to dig myself into a 200K hole with grad school, I need to shape up fast and learn where to put my money.

Needless to say, it is a refreshing weekend of change that I hope continues on into the next stage in life that I'm about to enter: pre-real world adulthood. Scurry.

PLUR.

Melodic bliss

I love music. I am definitely one to blast away my sorrows or frustrations with an addicting beat or orchestral arrangement.

(And the truth is, you scare me.)

Like whoa

I'm not very good at blogs. This blog will definitely be neglected, and in fact, it might end up being more of a storage place for random links and pictures I find and would like to remember. But I'll try to make it entertaining on the occasion someone does stumble upon this forsaken blog.

Introduction.

Current age. 22 years

Current location. Berkeley, CA

Current state of mind. Scattered