happiest moments and snickerdoodles.

so, this is my first official blog, with the exception of the one prior to this involving the niggerjew melo and her obsession with my dad and bananas.
...hm, i really don't know where to start. it seems as if writing on paper to a confidential receiver is easier than writing on blogger.com to my non-existent followers...

nevertheless.
last thursday, my communications teacher concluded the session with an assignment that addressed each student's "happiest/proudest moment...ever." she announced that in the following week we would have to present this absolutely glorifying moment to each other. boy was this the most difficult assignment ever given to me. i really couldn't recall a singular defining moment in the past 19 years, where i could say to myself, "wow, so this is why i'm alive." yes, i know that every second, every minute, every hour culminates into the reason why i'm put on this earth. but a moment? not yet. of course, mission impossible imitations and throwing water bottles into stair cases were up there, but i can't exactly say they were up to par nor comparable with james's first baby being born and meritza saving the life of a young convict.
but i don't know, maybe i just haven't lived. maybe i just haven't let go. maybe i just haven't witness a miracle.
and yeah, i had to explain to a classroom full of 20-45 year olds that my favorite moment would have to be doing summersaults all over my house to the mission impossible theme song.
...it was hard.



on a random note:
- 5 of my movies are a week late. again.
- some 67 year old man asked me for my phone number in class today.
- NO melodie, i didn't give it to him. gosh.
- i'm really excited for this summer, and for next month (or well 2 days from now), i just know that it'll be a good year.
- january is practically over. wow, did it go by fast.
- it wasn't until last week that i realized that there's only 7 more semesters of college left.
- school, friends, family -> my only priorities in life.
i think that for the last two and a half years, i've evolved into this being that i grew up always hating and never wanting to be. i never thought i succumbed to this destruction. i focused and consumed my life with priorities that were completely materialistically and completely irrelevant to my idea of happiness.
i've spent this past month constantly trying to find the cause to my unhappiness, the cause to my distress, the cause to my unfortunate depression. but i think i found it.



...but yes, i do have to go now and eat snicker doodles and watch season 2 of "the o.c"