Adulthood.

It has been a while. I haven't forgotten about the blog, it's just difficult to write something on here when I don't have anything to write about. Sure my family and I went to Thailand for a couple of days to renew our visas, but that is barely worth mentioning. I wanted to make this more of a day to day thing, however, my life isn't that interesting. Haha. Really right now it is just wake up, go to school, go home, maybe do homework, and sleep. School isn't kicking my ass yet, I have a feeling that it will though.

Going to a school where I am older then the people in  my class, well makes me feel ancient. The people in my batch are 16-18 years old and I'm 22. It feels like a lifetime ago when I think about myself at that age. Why am I 22 and a 2nd year in college? Let's just say I was a st00pid kid that decided to do college in the US and not take it seriously. Well now I am here while my classmates from high school are all graduated. I guess someone had to be the straggler. :P

I had my anatomy class last night and we had our 1st major exam. The teacher Ma'am Chona fancies herself a matchmaker and has decided that I should be with Anvil because he is large and I am large. I will tell you, that I have lost 70 pounds. It's like losing a leg without cutting it off :p By Filipino standards I was HUUUUUGE. Now, I am still bigger then the average sized Filipino, but it doesn't mean that I am going to date people who are larger or anyone at all. Anvil is a nice person, but the age gap is quite big. When I was his age all I could think about was turning 18, leaving the nest, and dating a cute boy. A boy that was built, good looking, and funny. I realize that I have slightly matured when it comes to the qualities that makes a guy date-able. Sure, somethings don't change like finding someone who is funny - I am a sucker for a guy who can make me laugh - and liking some of the same things. There are new traits that I find desirable like being financially stable or even able, and being masipag or hardworking. I mean, who wants to date a guy who does nothing all day but hang at his parents house playing a game on his computer. Looks aren't super important anymore, but it's always a bonus. Plus I don't think that I should be dating anyone, it would mess up the study habits that are currently existing. Add a boy to the mix and those will be left forgotten. It's not like I am a complete and awesome catch because I am far from it. I still act younger then I am. Sometimes it's endearing and other times I find myself really annoying. I am currently large and in charge - working on changing that. There are moments when I feel like I have matured into a semi-adult, like when I hang out with the people of my batch. It's nice feeling that I have grown in someways.

Saying that I wont date someone through out this college experience is a bit of a stretch. I would say that I won't date anyone seriously until I finish. Maybe even that's a bit of a stretch too. Hopefully, I will listen to my brain instead of my heart, because man-o-man that thing has screwed me over. Hahaha.

School.

So another new school year. I am currently a 2nd year irregular. Irregular in the sense that I enrolled during the second semester, it's not because I irregularly attend class. Although it has happened in the past. Another year of meeting new students who will end up caling me 'ate' because I am 22 and the freshmen are 16-17. What an age gap. I should be a fourth year right now, but I can't do anything about that. I decided to listen to a boy and be bull-headed. My parents were right. Don't they always or at least most of the time know what's good for you? I made mistakes and regret a lot, however that doesn't change my current situation. All I can do is finish what I started, and I will because this is my last chance. The last chance I am giving myself. I don't want to be a schmuck. 


I wish I could be more eloquent with what I type. I was never really good at writing down what I thought or wanted to express. So a recap of the last few years next time.