Jessica's Current Obsessions.

1.) Dance Crews
- namely, ABDC season 3.
ok. so. How sick is this season?! :D Blew season 2 out of the water, forsure. Ugh, Super Lame Cr3w. And SoReal. (How did I EVER like SoReal?! While watching this season, I went back and reviewed Season 2 performances. WEAK SAUCE. Also for some reason, watching Ailyn made me want to punch her little scrunched-up face in.)
So kudos, season 3 casting agents. There wasn't a single crew this time that I didn't like! Even as much as Ringmasters freaked me out, they were still likeable people (that left early enough to be tolerated, unlike Status NO from Season 1). And even as much as Dynamic Edition wanted to annoy me, that gap-toothed dude was too adorable and hardworking for me to not like them (again, unlike BreakSk-h8 from S1). Plus, all the voting actually seemed LEGIT this season -- no Kaba/Fanny style robbing going on. (minor glitches: Boxcuttuhz + Team Millenia -- but it's not like they hold a candle to Quest + Beat Freakz though haha) Great season. Finally, a Top 2 that deserves to be there. :)

- Kollaboration.
Seeing Fanny Pak, TM, and Kaba in person? UGH. so sick in itself. But also tuned me back into watching off-ABDC vids of Kaba and Fanny Pak.

- USC's Chaotic 3 + TC Dance
What I love most about C3 is that everytime I see any of them in class or at EVK -- they always look FLY AS HELL. man, their fly kicks make Fly Khicks' look like Dynamic Edition's.

2.) Online Blogs
These pages are death to productivity, bff to procrastination. Doesn't stop me from reading them daily. My favorites:

- fmylife.com
- overheardinnewyork.com (props, mliu) / overheardeverywhere.com
- mymomisafob.com / mydadisafob.com
- engrish.com
- failblog.org
- passiveaggressivenotes.com

3.) Music
- Instrumental
I can honestly say that the only thing I've become MORE of since I've been at SC (besides confused, exhausted, sarcastic, cynical)... okay, so the only POSITIVE thing I've become more of is more in "tune" (har har, unintentional wordplay ftw) with my music side. I credit this with the fact that my desk is usually laden with chemistry/biology crap, so it's only natural for me to find some way to destress (esp. ever since midnight bike riding turned into potential exposure to pnuemonia). I've played more piano and guitar this year than I have in my, um, life. I love it. :) And with our constant late night karoake outbursts (or in Angela and I's case - pretty much anytime, anywhere outbursts), I practically never stop singing. I'm like a fcking walking production of High School Musical... without the high school. And the fat chick. And the sluts.

- iTunes
So I've had iTunes forever on my old laptop, but it got all screwed up with the whole flash drive transferring thing, so I recently decided to rebuild my entire iTunes library. I'm so much more in love with my latest library than my old one; I should've started over ages ago. I also love organizing my library -- gotta be honest, sometimes I just sit and stare at my painstakingly well-researched genre/album/year list. No joke, I never leave a space empty or inaccurate; I'm SO on that shit, son. Also love? iTunes sharing with people around me. It's probably just me, but I judge people by their iTunes. If I stumble upon an awesome playlist, I just want to be that person's best friend. (marks hall, 327 -- call me. haha)

- EVK
I've said this before -- whoever picks the music at EVK is baller. I want to iTunes-share that shit.

4.) Basketball
- College ball
If you've been in ANY way tuned in to me these past months, this is probably no surprise to you. In fact, you've probably told me to stop starting all my sentences with "Daniel Hackett-" or "We lost yesterday -". haha. Yeah, so it's hard to be on the losing team all the time (#6 Pac-10, holla -_-), but since when is that anything new? I mean I did go to Wilson, come on now. (haha, jk. mad love, wildcats). But still. It doesn't stop me from being glued to espn's USC updates, collecting the sports pages of the Daily Trojan (props to Brandon for the DHack pics :]), and Googling "USC NCAA chances" every day. (btw, chances = 0, jic you're wondering). Renardo Sidney, work yo' magic next year!

- namely, Daniel Hackett
Okay, can I just take a second to praise this gift of a human being? (Haha, if you spend more than 10 minutes with me, you're probably thinking, "you mean, can you take a second NOT to") But seriously, boy is perfect. haha. How so? Let me count the ways.

a.) He finished high school in 3 years by taking online/community college classes just so he could come to SC to play. (sidenote: And he had a good SAT score. :) turn-on much? Haha.) To quote = "Daniel Hackett, a young man with one of those can-you-believe-it backstories that makes human-interest TV announcers like Dick Enberg positively swoon."
b.) He never gives up, even when he got practically mauled by OJ Mayo last year. With his broken jaw, he lost a whole mess of weight but researched what diet to keep so he could still play ball. And then he painted his mouthpiece the colors of the Italian flag. What a sport. :)
c.) Um, he's awesome at basketball. Even though he's not as naturally talented as Demar (imo) he works so hard. Always one of the top 2 leaders in points each game. (minor glitch: vs. UCLA). Always starts, always plays whole game, never stops hustling. Watching him play is like watching poetry in motion, wordUP. :D <3
d.) He's from Italy. HE HAS AN ITALIAN ACCENT. Viva Italia! :DDD
e.) He's inked. He has a tattoo that says "Italian Stallion" and one of his mom's name. (aw!<3) Hot.
f.) He goes to class on Fridays after games and before games. (Haha, I almost died when I saw him outside Taper. And eating at the Lot. FUCK.)
g.) He writes with perfect grammar/punctuation online... and he barely just moved here! Hear that, Dwight Lewis? "whass good wit ya?"
h.) Last game, he helped sweep the floor with the little auditorium workers so Taj wouldn't slip. Majsigh<3
i.) Um. He's hot. Tall glass of chocolate/vanilla shake, in Marina-speak. haha jk.

I'll stop now.

second semester rocks so far...

... NOT!

it's not so much my schedule.

so i have spanish at 8 am. wtf is that shit about? i have to drag myself up at like 7:15 every other day..... to do spanish. um, i can barely comprehend english at 8 am. now i have to not only try to remember to stay concious, but i also have to, like, conjugate shit on top of that. that's bull. (sadly, i wanted to be witty there and write 'bull' in spanish. but i couldn't. i just sat there and sadly realized the limit of my espanoledge. HEE! i should patent that.)

my circus-themed TO course is okay this semester. if there's anything that can make me feel better about myself, it's learning about midgets and gangrene-infested prostitutes for 2 hours. plus, the first day of class, the teacher played creepy circus music in the background. i was like, couldn't she just have played britney's Circus album? it's significantly more upbeat, if not less creepy.

chem lab is terrible, as usual. i'm 99% certain that my lab partner hates me and thinks i'm 110 pounds worth of useless weight who fucks up the data with her mistakes. how do i know this? on the first day, he told me, "man, you fucked up the data with your mistakes." (the 1% margin of error above belongs to my uncertainty about my weight). granted, this was after i, well, fucked up the data by pouring the wrong chemicals twice, then forgetting to turn on the hot plate so we had to start over, then lost the stirring rod while he sighed, "man, we're FUBAR" in the background and rolled his eyes incessantly. what a douche. i hate chem lab. it makes me want to cry every time.

bio lab, as usual, is slightly better than chem lab. once again, i fucked up the data there too... but at least all of us fucked up a little bit together. it's all about teamwork. my partners are awesome! i already adore them all, down to the witty hapa chick to the quiet filipino girl to the stylish senior to the... witty hapa dude (no relation). but still. lab is lab is stupid is hella boring.

it's not even so much my major.

even though, you know, even i recognize that i'm going absolutely nowhere with this. despite being on the most structured program path ever, i feel so lost when i think about the future. like when i picture myself 10 years from now, i just see a big black hole. (oh gosh, i just realized a terrible possibility to that metaphor. God forbid.) but yeah, i'm not knocking pharmacy (major bank, holla), but i just cannot see myself doing that for the rest of my life! i don't know if it's because i don't even really know what exactly pharmacists do or it's because i can't even see myself passing Gen Chem, let alone see myself becoming a pharmacist. my parents and i argue about my career path every week, and i'm so tired of it. i can't stand the thought of having to argue every week for the rest of my career. i don't want to. agh, my future! ah, but let's practice optimism and live in the present. ... agh, my GPA!

sidenote: so i recently heard back from the archaeology job i applied for. the kind, not condescending at all employer emailed me back one line - "How about you contact us at the start of next semester when your GPA improves." what. the. fuckity. fuck. ouch. well, these archaeologists don't mess around, i'll give them that. and they're concise. i half expected her to sign off, "kthnxbai."

i think it's just my overpowering cynicism.

even though one of my new year's resolutions (aka shit that never gets done but just keeps reappearing on every resolutions list each year) is to stop cynical thoughts (or at least reduce them... baby steps, baby steps), this cynicism is slowly seeping deeper into my brain/heart/bloodstream. it's harder and harder to get rid of. it's like the whole deviation from the straight and narrow path that i learned at bible study (where, incidentally, i just feel more inferior than ever. i mean, lu was saved over winter break. like, how do you even top that? "well, i went snowboarding and fell on my ass a lot" just doesn't seem to measure up to "God spoke to me"). anyway, so the point was that it's getting harder and harder to get rid of cynical thoughts, and i fcking hate it. it seems totally counterintuitive, i know, but i really hate being cynical. is there like some equivalence of repenting for cynicism so i can get back on my optimistic path (rainbow brick road, if you will. har)?

My Life at USC - a Picumentary

-wake up:
Except for chemistry lab, this is easily my least favorite part of the day. Not so much because I can't wake up. More so because every day I have to wake up at different times so I'm so busy thinking about what time class starts and which building class is in on a given day and mentally worrying about how much time to leave so I can get there on time that I don't even get to enjoy my time in bed, but instead end up feeling so anxious that I just get up.
Anna is always awake before me. This is because she has 8 am classes. Every. Single. Day. (I'm sorry. :\) TBH, I kind of like how the blurriness emphasizes how busy she is. It’s symbolic… yeah TO analysis, eat your heart out.

- get ready:
Shower: The definition of shower is quickly becoming me sitting sadly outside for about 10 minutes waiting for the water to become hot.

Brush teeth, etc: Sinks are kind of nastardos... one time there was a dead moth in one of them.

Get dressed: Since starting college, I've lost any semblance of a fashion sense. I think mainly because my mom isn't there every morning to ask me what the hell I'm wearing. (I remember one time in junior year that I got lectured for like a half hour when I tried to leave the house in a Volcom sweater over a Forever 21 dress. Is that honestly weird?) So now, without having to pass the Mom Test (which, in retrospect, probably prevented a billion fashionfail moments), I literally go to half of my classes in a sweatshirt, basketball shorts and flip-flops. Also, we have no body-length mirrors, which often leads to the top half of my body not matching the bottom. One morning, I asked Rosa if I matched that day – to which she responded, "Since when do you ever match?"
...aaaand that should probably say it all.

-off to class!

This is Herbie, my sick purple bike. Herbie's natural enemy is the beach cruiser. Not the nice normal beach cruiser, but the snooty USC-girl cutie cruiser with the white wicker basket and Paul Frank seat. They always seem to double park behind Herbie and/or park so closely to him that the wide-ass-annoying-as-hell handlebars take up all his space and I can barely yank him free. Anyway. I honestly believe that bikes are God's gift to college students. (along with Rockstars). With Herbie, I can a.) wake up on any given day 5 minutes before class and still get there in time, b.) roll into class without baking like a baked potato, and c.) get my Jamba Juice and Red Mango whenever I damn feel like it, yo. :) But at the same time, Herbie spoils me. See the building in this picture (taken from my dorm) with the red arrow?
Yeah. I bike there. (/lazy)
...
Okay, so I feel like I'm not being entirely honest with you.
You see the building with the blue arrow next to it?
… I bike there too. (/extremely lazy) x___x

- TO; core 102 and 111:

There isn't much to say about these classes except that they’re interesting, the professor and TAs are great... and that I feel like 12893x dumber than everyone in it.
Example of a normal discussion:
Student 1: "There's a saying that we have in drama: 'Never put a handgun on a wall unless you plan to shoot it.' So I feel like the final scene was necessary just in that it gives the play a sense of... -etc.-"
Student 2: "I agree. If you see in line 320, Shakespeare's use of the word 'fair' ties back to his use of the word ... -etc.-
"Me [internally, of course, seeing as I never participate]: "Shakespeare wrote this?!"

-chemistry:

This used to be my favorite class since it’s both my shortest – 50 minutes; all the more bearable – and biggest – all the more acceptable to fall asleep in without (or with, as Nick would claim) being seen. (yes, those are what I gauge my favorite class by – so?) However, this all changed when I got a 57% on my 2nd midterm. (Agh I know.) The teacher is excellent, but her subject fails so hard… Or maybe I just fail so hard at her subject.

-chemistry lab:
[Sorry, no picture here. Cameras aren’t allowed in chemistry lab. Neither are cell phones, backpacks, and my sanity, apparently.]
I can't adequately describe how much I hate chem lab, since I feel like "wanting to pour NaOH on my face" doesn't do it enough justice. I hate everything about it - from the aprons to the 3 hr-long exposure to deathly chemicals to my inability to ever understand thefuck is going on slash get higher than a 3/6 on my write-ups. Sometimes I hear the eternal weird hissing and see the cold brick walls of the chem lab rooms in my dreams. (*nightmares).

-biology:

I’m not sure what to say about this class, mostly because I don’t go to it so often that I sometimes forget it’s on my schedule. All I really know is that Joanna and I have our weekly pre-bio lunches. This used to feel a lot less anticlimactic when we actually did go to class afterwards.
But on the rare occasions that we do go to biology, I sleep and she doodles 'USC Trojans' on her notebook in about 32 different fonts.

-biology lab:

Slightly more enjoyable than chem lab. Then again, root canals may be slightly more enjoyable than chem lab so I'm not sure how legit this statement may be. At least in bio lab, we get nice cushiony swivel chairs and a pretty view of the school, as opposed to the locked-in-a-mental-asylum-feel of the chem labs. And at least in bio lab, I have a slight indication of what we're supposed to be doing, instead of blindly lighting the Bunsen burner and mixing chemicals for what feels like no apparent reason except to waste 3 hrs of my life every week (in case you missed it… I hate chem labs).

-Food:

In a nutshell… PS and EVK: the dining halls (yes, we have all of 2 options); Café 84: Jamba, Wahoo’s, The Grill, Mongolian BBQ; The Lot: Red Mango, Carl’s Jr., Baja, Wolfgang Puck, etc; Ground Zero: snooty coffee and milkshakes; off-campus: Chipotle, Starbucks, etc.

Also in a nutshell: I think I may be eating 3 years off of my life span.

-University Village:

This extremely state-of-the-art plaza is our main off-campus go-to area. (Wow, dash crazy.) It’s about 1 minute off campus, and I go about 3 times a week on average…but nonetheless, I still pretty much book every time someone starts walking remotely close to me. That should probably tell you something about UV + surrounding area. But I guess it’s kind of useful. We get sketch boba, buy Halloween decorations and birthday presents, and park our bikes with extreme caution. UCLA gets Westwood. We get Superior and Dollar Dollar. Yeah. Stay classy, UV.

So side note: I saw this at UV the other day. I took a picture of it because 1.) I thought this was fitting symbolism and 2.) … check the area code. That is all.

-TV:

Meet Bruce (right) and Wayne (left). Besides for Herbie, these are easily my two favorite things on the entire campus. This may be due to the fact that if I get the chance to be in Bruce Wayne’s presence, it probably means that I don’t have a mid [week] term to study for. In exchange for getting to use Nate and Calvin’s (Bruce Wayne’s less interesting owners) TV for Gossip Girl, ANTM, and Guitar Hero, I have to edit their essays. Calvin writes about ghost stories and Indians. Nate writes about how Shakespeare's use of the word 'fair' in line 320 ties back to his use of the word ‘youth’ in 310.

-studying

When everything’s pretty much wound down in my day (after classes, errands, meetings, dinner, wasting time buying popcorn or other shit I don’t need as an excuse to ride my bike around campus, photoboothing next door, or having mini dance parties to work up endorphins… this usually ranges from about 9 pm to 1 am), I get down to work.
And by get down to work, I usually mean type a couple of lines on a WordPad document while vidchatting, IMing, Facebooking, or YouTubing until about 2 am (the general time at which I realize how much work I have left and start panicking). I am a quality student. (and emi ito is awesome. that is all.)

I work for the next 3 to 4 hours, crash on my bed for 30 minutes, and start the day’s cycle all over again.

-go to sleep
… what’s that?