UC Santa Barbara it is, guyz.

1. My best friend.
2. Beach.
3. Away from home.
4. Not Cal State Long Beach

It may not be NYU but it’s somewhat more affordable and it’s a university.

Fuggit.

So an update, I cannot go to NYU. They expect my parents to take out loans for all of it. That’s $200,000 for just my undergrad. Obviously that’s ridiculous. I’ve decided on UC Santa Barbara. I’m not necessarily “embarrassed” by this, I just hate when people congratulate me on NYU and then I get to explain that I can’t go. It sucks that I can’t go somewhere that I dreamed about going to for so long. Right now, a girl from school updated her “education” on facebook. She’s going to NYU. To say the least, I’m jealous. I’m happy for her though because I know she worked for it and she definitely deserves it. It just sucks that I can’t go too. Welp, on the plus side I will be with my best friend in Santa Barbara. Everything will fall into place and I know college will be great with her by my side. 

I want to talk to other NYU 2016 people…

message me? :3

So I come home from a really nice dinner with my friends. I pull out my homework, scroll through tumblr for a bit, check the NYU tags, and begin to reflect. 

Ever since I was accepted to NYU I can’t stop thinking about how life is changing so quickly. God willing, I’ll be leaving soon. I’ll be leaving my family and my friends. I’ll be in a huge city where I know a few people. I’ll be independent and on my own. The thought of leaving is scary but I’m so excited to be doing something that I’ve dreamed about since freshman year. This is a huge moment for me. I think about how surreal it is everyday. I can’t wait to make everything official.

Today has been really amazing. First, I open an email from NYU. ACCEPTED. Then, I get home and check my status at UC Santa Barbara. ACCEPTED. Now, an acceptance letter from UCLA would make my week. 

I just got lectured by my mother. Apparently, I have an F in probability and statistics. It’s mainly because we’ve only had one test in that class in six weeks and I did horribly like the rest of the class. Honestly, my teacher is a cool ass dude but we don’t learn shit in that class. I can’t blame him for my grade though. Anyway, this F made me reflect on how lazy I’ve become when it comes to school work. I don’t care to get shit done. I really need to stop that though. Just like how I should stop typing this and do some work…

Friday:

I got out of school and had lunch/dinner with my best friends. Then I went to work and it was PAY DAY HOLLA. I got out of work an hour early and got to go see Project X with my best friends. We thought the movie was super awesome since we go to house parties. Good Friday.

Saturday:

Some kids from my speech class and my best friend came over to finish our project. We didn’t work on our project… Basically, we blazed all day. A ridiculously fun time. Then we went to munch out on carne asada fries. Deliciousness. Then I went home and had some strangely satisfying sleep. 

Sunday: 

I spent the day with my parents. My mom won at bingo last night so she bought me two pairs of TOMS. I bought a new pair of sandals and some nail polish that I’ve been wanting. Then we went to eat dinner at my Nana’s house. I got to see some family that I hadn’t seen in a while and I got to listen to them tell me about how grown up I am. Hahah. Last, I went to go visit my cousin at the hospital. He’s doing a whole lot better and he actually was able to talk to me today. :’) Now, I’m winding down, doing some laundry. I’m actually not dreading school tomorrow because this weekend was great. :)

I’ve been so busy and tired in between school and work. I have no time for anything. Then, when I do have time, I’m either sleeping or partying. I do miss tumblr but fugget, I’ve found a life. 

My pick up lines are a fail. 

1. Ayo, lemmee holla at chu righ quick.
2. When you gon’ let me fuck Mr. ______?
3. Aye, ch ch. 

I think they work pretty damn well. Number one especially.

(Oh god, I’m such a guy…)

Funnest shit of my life. Smoking at 1 AM with Nerissa was golden for three reasons:

1. I was supposed to be home by 12, I didn’t get home til 2. I enjoy pushing limits with my parents.
2. I’m satisfied. Ever since I first started smoking, it’s all I can think about. Last night was ridiculously great, though. So, I’m pretty content.
3. My thoughts. I said so much ridiculous shit. At one point Nerissa and I were listening to “Young, Wild, & Free” and I said that song would be like the end credits to a movie about our day. Funniest shit ever.