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A little known and useless fact about employees in the Pharmacy department at USCUH:
Employees are least likely to be late on Sundays.
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I am so bored.
It’s almost the end of the first semester in the summer session at USC- physics is going alright…not particularly well, nor particularly bad. Suffice to say that most interesting parts of my days are the times I spend with my friends: Phillip and Bryant. Since we carpool, I see them every single day for large amounts of time. When we get to school early, we hang out at SGM or the gym. Recently, for some reason, Phillip decided to teach us TKD.
I can’t spell my roomate’s last name.
It’s LEE not LI.
*headdesk*
The mayor of a village decided that for the annual celebration there should be amazing wine. He told the carpenter to construct a large barrel to be placed in the center of the village. Once the barrel was built, he instructed every villager to bring a pale of there best wine to be poured into the large barrel, then when the celbration came, the villagers would have the sweetest wine ever tasted. When the celebration came and the mayor went up to the barrel to take the first cup of wine, he opened the spigot and only water came out. Each villager thought that they could get away with pouring water into the barrel, thinking that the others would do their part for them
親愛的ROOMMATE讓我覺得好幸福!!
I attempted coding again, haha.
From this:
To this:
Edit:
once more:
I do hope it looks better! 
A reflective entry for today~
After dinner today, I decided to rummage around my old stuff to reread things that I wrote while I was in elementary school.
I admit it, I was such a silly kid at Park. The time I spent there has given me some of the happiest memories that have slipped my mind as I traveled through high school, and now, into college.
Children have no worries. The idea of “College” and the all encompassing yet blurry and indeterminate “Future” do not matter to them. Everyday was about enjoying life to the fullest, whether it was through learning (when learning was still fun and exams were not stressful) or imaginative games set in an amazing, unreachable world. It was about making friends with everyone. Bonds were easily made, broken, and repaired, never carrying the weight that it does in the Real World. There are no worries about the economy or the rising price of gasoline; parents took care of all that. The days when stuffed animals were still our cherished friends, and arguments that never blossomed into full out fights. The days when dial up was still an amazing thing, and internet did eat up our life. When letters and phone calls made a difference, and naivety and innocence rolled into a bundle of laughter and joy.
When I was in 6th grade in the year 2001, I received an assignment from Mr. Clark (host of KClark: “Because we care.“). He told us to write a letter to our future selves in 5 years, put it in an envelope, seal it, and hide it somewhere safe.
I found mine today.
I could dive into the emotions that I feel right now, but I think that may be overdoing it. Suffice to say that, I only want to ask myself this:
When did reality hit, and what was lost?
Truly, I want to be a kid again.
I miss my childhood.
I don’t want to deal with the real world. Let me live in this bubble.
And yes, I remember everything.
Let the memories flood in…today, tomorrow and forevermore.
Never forget.
A person who could talk to animals I was.
Affinity, command and power I held.
A group of 10 magic holding entities gathered to discuss.
One, commander of the seas, falls into the water next to the dock and begins to fail.
He cannot swim.
Inside, the maze of passages are home to animals and books.
I, too am there.
Yet I run into the second library and leave~
Outside, in the ocean, I ride on the backs of killer whales and save the commander.
He asks, “Is Fernir inside?”
I reply, “Yes. He was chasing after me, near the second library.”
He looks ethusiastic, and eagerly jumps into the fray. I follow.
The wolves prowl the corridors and stairways.
Exits are blocked so that they cannot go through, but my dogs and I can.
We laugh and giggle as they repeatly hit their heads against the solid stone with inticate green designs carved on its surface.
The last image is one of me, riding a killer whale leaping out of the water into the sky…
