Bad day yesterday,

Hello guys, so yesterday was Cinco De Mayo and I was ecstatic seeing as my friend throws a party for it every year since his middle name is Cyncro and he believes it to be his holiday. Regardless it was all suppose to be so much fun and when it was at first! We went out to Fridays, had lots of candy, we all wore out Power rangers shirts (I was red!), and everything seemed to be going good. Then, it started getting late and BAM psycho parental is calling me like crazy. To all international students... You guys are lucky.

I shouldn't say that, I love my family but in truth 21 missed calls later I wanted to die just a little... Only bright side about it was school for me finishes early on wednesday so I did have a decent amount of time to spend with my friends. I only wish I didn't have to deal with Nazi parents breathing down my neck for no apparent reason... *growls at computer*...

~~~TOPIC CHANGE~~~

Heh, I figured I'd warn you this time...

So, in Economics today I was still fairly bummed out about the whole parental issues I am currently battling and has become the quiet brooding chick I started out on day one as. To say the least its not very fun when I'm in the mode. However, about 10-20 minutes into the class my 'friend' asks to borrow my laptop, with a shrug I say sure. One glance later and we are in a full out commentary about World of Warcraft. Somehow we started talking about the economies within the servers and my teacher was wondering why people would play a game so confusing. My only response was, "It's easy really..."

After that lovely conversation everything seemed a little better, who knew economics would be my favorite class... In truth I just love the way its so comfortable and free. I have a decent conversation with someone every time I go into that class- I enjoy it! Although I have a project for said class which I should PROBABLY be doing right now. I do well under pressure though ^.^.

Todays words of advice run deep within me today, I thought about it last night and its been playing in my head.

If someone you know is bothersome and a burden to you why bother including yourself in that persons life- especially if they are happy? The purpose of life is to be happy where you are, no matter where that maybe. However, human nature is to divulge itself in misery. Just like in

economics where scarcity exists because we have unlimited wants, I think problematic situation are ever so similar to this concept.

Ok, so those weren't words it was more like a rant so the ACTUAL WORDS OF THE WISE ARE: Hold on to happiness but embrace misfortune, because with it you'll fully understand the beauty of the world around you.

Contemporary Art in Society

Yesterday I found myself in my lovely art class- one which I didn't realize I was in until the first day. Regardless its a really cool class with an amazing teacher- John Borba- and its rarely a dull moment because he knows how to entertain.

But I digress, the class all filed in everyone too their seat and I pulled out my laptop out of habit. Then when the teacher went to use the computer BAM broken... No internet meant no lesson... Low and behold my MacBook Pro was internet capable and saved the day! So as I went about pulling up all the information he needed. I think that is another MAJOR SCORE for my Mac vs. PC score board ey?

So after the technical work was done the class moved outside to the wonderful parameter of Downtown New York City. We headed towards the Elevated acre a park two stories above ground level and I must say it was Beautiful. The plants were perfectly positioned and if you subtracted the other classmates it was absolutely amazing. Very quiet and a perfect place to write. I'm thinking of heading back there on tuesday in hopes to get the rushed draft of my second story underway.

On that note, I gave my english Professor my first story today all 15 pages of it. She just looked at me like I was insane... I don't think I am. The reason I gave it to her was because the week before she saw me correcting it and made a comment that she'd love to see the finished one. GO figure she thought I was writing it for some other class and not for fun. Her face was amazing, she was stunned to see a student who writes for fun. She told me she'd be glad to correct it when she gets the chance and that she looks forward to reading it.

Honestly, I look forward to some harsh criticism though I don't think she will be too hard on it. I want someone to tell me the character is underdeveloped or something, but alas most people don't want to hurt my feelings.

Today's random piece of unrelated information comes from The Sword of truth- Wizard rule #5: "Watch what people do not what they say because their deeds will betray their lies."

Business Law 1 and a new story

Hello guys, today I'm in a fairly upbeat mood so I figured I'd give a little insight in my Business Law 1 class since I realize I've yet to mention it.

To start Richard Leverson is the only teacher I have had a second time, and I must say he is quite a character. Odd way to describe him I guess but nonetheless, he's the professor who makes the most random of scenarios to help the class understand the subject. Although he is long winded at times and take 4 or 5 examples to explain something that everyone should have gotten at the first one. Regardless, I enjoy his class...

Originally I had him in Law and Society and in that class I used to inquire on the oddest topics his response was always- "See me after class". I always did. I remember spending hours after class talking about History, politics, laws, and on occasion an old movie I had never heard of. He is by far one of the most dedicated teachers because he truly does want his students to learn, not just get a good grade.

Topic switch time! So, I am proud to say I have started my second story *victory dance*! Yes, well I would say what it's about but I don't want to jinx the topic too much. It will be the second part of the overall book I one day hope to publish called The Asylum. So when you guys see that book in Barnes and Nobel you better pick it up!

In truth I'm just happy I'm writing again, going to college has actually encouraged me to. I don't have to write any of this for school, but I'm choosing to because I enjoy it. I also am sending my first story around for editing. The first person I sent it to was Dr. Schrynmaker, my english professor from last semester. When I get a response form her I'll make sure to post it.

For today's wise words from Jessica: Human are creatures of habit and chaos... we enjoy problems if they didn't occur we'd create our own.

Childhood dreams

Entering college was always one of those things I looked forward to when I was a child. I remember me and my best friend sleeping over each others house talking about how we would go to the same college and be roommates. But that never happened, we went our separate ways and life continued on. I was never one to dwell on the past but today I found myself doing just that.

So I went to Girl Scouts today, where I lead my troop in a long list of acting activities, and everything went smoothly. However, Amanda(my BFF from Elementary to Freshman year of High School) came by and with her she had bubbles. It must have been an odd sight for any bystanders as we created bubbles (the ones she brought spilled) from hand soap and water and then proceed like squealing children to blow bubbles at the other. It was fun. In the end we were outside of the school continuing our antics like we were five again, I felt like I was five again. No teenage drama, no adulthood problems; it was a beautiful day.

The day continued as she came over to pick up girl scout cookies and I coaxed her into playing a little rockband where I made a fool out of myself with my atrocious singing. After many laughs and a few snickering puns thrown at my brother- he could sing paramore perfectly we left.

Her Grandmother's house was our newest destination as we walked talking about old childhood memories and about what had happened in the 4 years we had spent apart. She was my best friend and even after being apart for so long I still feel an odd friendship that can never quite be broken with her.

As we reached her house we sat and ate dinner poking fun at each other and bring up odd animals like a platypus and how awesome it was. Honestly I'm amazed at how I was still able to keep such a childhood conversation alive- normally I'd have retorted with a sarcastic remark and had been done with it. We flicked markers at each other, played bubbles, and even played 'bop it'. However, the real aspect of this blog happened just before I left.

Prom, when we were younger we decided we'd crash each others and go together as Best Friends. But as time went by we went our separate ways and we never did get to do that. However I was asked by someone a year younger than me to attend prom with him as a friend. I agreed, but now I think that childhood dream might just come true. Amanda and I have decided to crash prom together to appease the child we were and always will be.

The point of this winded blog is that no matter what those stupid childhood dreams, and those old best friends always stay with you. I really hope this works, because if it does then it means that dreams really do come true, even if its only sometimes. Somehow I think its almost perfect that I went to Berkeley college, and I have the schedule I do now, because if not I would have been in class today.

Wise words of the day are: Dreams do come true, just not in the way you foresee them to.

Youtube, and a nation of idiocracy

To start off, I love youtube. Its a very useful and entertaining site where you can find videos of a large array and connect with people via video relations from all over the world. However, I hate how much useless information and stupid videos clog up such an amazing sight. By all means I am not saying youtube should limit those who submit videos because... well I'm an American and I love my freedom of speech... but someone should limit the tags they use.

Youtube should compile sections where technology related videos, and childish rendition of technology are separated, because simply allowing people to click 'technology' means as a user I get hit with loads of kids doing stupid videos because someone decided 'hey lets give Jimmy a camera'. Ok, I realize that was a tad mean... But it's so irksome when I somehow wind up seeing a video, in the technology section, about kid doing God know what with a phone...Somehow my entire economics class wound up watching this because the teacher couldn't find the right video.

The only thing worse than these dreadfully off topic videos I have to scan through in order to find that tidbit of useful information is... idiots. Again, that seems a bit harsh. It's just that I can not stand dealing with a person who starts a conversation about how "Awesome the healthcare plan is" and when I retort "Not really" they call me a racist. Personally, the fact that everyone assumes by disagreeing with Obama you are a racist, is in itself fueling racism. I don't like the health care because I think its a bad idea because it requires a dramatic cut in the military funds... someone needs to be America! I'll explain the healthcare issue at a later date though...

As I was saying, people who talk about things they don't know are the 'idiots' that I trully despies. If you don't know what a topic is about then don't talk about it, or just admit and ask. chances are by learning you can formulate your own opinion.

And for todays words of Jessica: Genius is not knowing, learning, and then formulating your own opinion; not simply knowing and stating.

I love writing but...

I pride myself on my ability to write an amazing essay, research paper, or whatever an english assignment may be. However as of recent I decide to divulge myself into writing a short story for fun. Although it may seem rather strange, writing for no reason and all, it seemed sensible to me. After all, I like writing, I'm bored, and TV shows just aren't very amusing any more. So I decide to write a story after I was inspired by an assignment I had a semester ago.

The assignment was to write a narrative essay describing my personal Utopia, and link with it the importance of imagination. When I first attempted this assignment it was bloody. I attempted to write it numerous times, but each time it came out to flowery and unreal. Below is an excerpt:

The water glows faintly in comparison with the shrubbery and exotic plants encasing the area. Alluring flowers of entrancing purples and luminescent reds demand my attention as I walk into the area. Touching the petals I look at my hand almost expecting to see wet paint due to the vibrancy of the petals, but I see none. Placing the petals between my fingers I feel a silk-like texture between them. Daringly I lean towards the flower and inhale slightly. With my eyes closed I let the scent fill my nostrils, oddly enough it reminds me of freshly baked cookies, and cupcakes.

Its not bad, but I felt like it was completely and totally fake. Truth is when I close my eyes I don't see any of this, rather I see destruction and adventure. Sad fact is that no matter how often I attempted to write this and make it seem more me like, it failed. It was only when my brother turned to me and said "write what you actually see did I decide to scrap the flowery work and go for an odd take on a Utopia.

So the night before this essay was due I was up all night writing about a boy on a train who enjoys destruction, and looses his grasp on reality. I got an A on that paper, though I received A's on every paper, I was proud. I fell in love with the concept of the story and began editing and now as I look back at it I realize what my 3 page essay has become... a 13 paged short story with over 4000 words. I'm still editing though, but the concept is still there.

However, as I reach the ending point of this story I ponder: What will I write next? I have plenty of ideas, but no solid concept, no plot just floating ideas... As much as I love writing I truly do hate when I can't fully process what it is I want to write.

For today's random bit of insight: No matter how much you enjoy something, the second you are forced to do it, you'll love it just a little less.

Career Fair

Checking the clock for the tenth time I slammed my head back down onto the pillow. It was 5:27, and I swore to myself I wouldn't dare get up before 5:30, but I was restless and no matter how hard I tried to lull myself back to a temporary sleep I could not. I was jittery, nervous, and excited for todays events- but I knew I would also be quite tired because of my restless night.

With a sigh I resolved the issue and left the warmth and comfort of my bed for my usual morning routine. But my outfit was different, and my make-up more tame, and no matter whether you knew the situation of not their was an odd sort of tenseness in the air. With the final touch of a slightly pink lipstick and smoothing down any loose hairs I examined myself; how very corporate I did seem.

When I was a child I had decided I wanted to be a lawyer. When I was an adolescentI decided I'd be a lawyer in jeans and a graphic T-shirt, and as I entered the brooding teenage angst stage I decide that heavy eyeliner was a must. Yet here I stood in front of a mirror hair pulled back in a respectable bun, in a pants suit- jacket and all, and with tame and classic make-up. When did I grow up? With shaky breath I tried not to think too much on it, I wanted to focus on what today was.

I got my papers together and organized them in a small laptop bag along with pens and other such necessities. Slipping on a pair of classic black high heels I grabbed my bag and left. Today was the day of the career fair, and I decided I should go.

Hope you guys enjoyed my over-dramatization of this morning events! But I must say I was very scared when I walked in there; seeing as, yet again, I knew no one, and everyone was either a senior or an alumni. But, low and behold I survived and who knows I might be have a new job soon- or at least an internship. I'd talk about it but I really don't want to jinx it.

For all those who read this and have been given the chance to go, just go! It's scary at first but just take a deep breathe and jump right into it! For those of you who have already missed one, well don't worry Berkeley College does numerous ones each year, and they always have different companies there. However, I do think they were a bit more useful for junior, seniors, and alumni.

The unrelated words of knowledge of today are *drum roll*: Sometimes it is best to runaway from your problems, because only then can you turn around and see the full picture.