The second semester of freshman year started with Therese wandering aimlessly around campus, without a hint of idea about where to go for her first class. Okay, ‘nuf with the third person conversation. But yeah, I was walking in circles until my friends found me and pulled me out my misery. We were able to find our way to our designated classroom, thankfully, but I thought the professor himself (or herself, I didn’t know at the time) was also lost in space when, after 30 minutes of absence, he failed to show up. The same thing happened to the rest of our professors, except for Ms. Statistics who showed up at the very last minute. It annoys me sometimes when I come to class, early and well prepared to take on whatever task there is, but the professor bails on me. Sure, it’s always fun to spend the rest of the time however we wish, but I would really appreciate a sort of memorandum so that I may be able to plan my day beforehand and not worry about being late to the point that I could hardly catch a breath and comb my hair.

I am obsessed with my hair. I had no idea Puma and Dawn’s disease was contagious. For guys (no wait---Dawn is a girl), those two spend excessive hours doing their hair; oftentimes the result is knockoff of intricate anime hairstyles or something that’s influenced by Super Junior. On very, very rare occasions, Puma allows people he knows to touch his hair. Note that you need VIP access to touch a single strand of hair. He’s very restrictive, like that. The same directive applied to Dawn’s crowning glory, which, by the way, is spoilt with expensive haircuts and hair products. But recently she’s allowing people to stroke her mane, with the condition that you don’t mess her do. Should you cross the line and purposely ravage her most treasured possession, you’ll receive an F4 RED CARD which I just found out she keeps in one of the compartments in her binder. Seriously. There exists a red card in her possession. You have no idea how hard I laughed when someone accidentally discovered that card hidden under her notes. So after the digression about the topic of my hair, yeah I’m obsessed with it. I’m thinking about getting it fixed because all the curling madness during prom sorta damaged it. I just got my haircut from this Korean hair salon, and the hairstylist wasn’t kidding when she said the style I chose needed maintenance. Now I’m flipping out over mismanaged sections. And the bangs need to be sweat-free, and it was stupid of me to forget that the country I live in is incredibly hot which makes me sweat too much. So yeah, sometimes my bangs are mistaken for a patch of flattened hairballs. I wonder how Puma and Dawn keep their hairstyle intact like that. It’s probably the red card… that thing must have some sort of magic. Works for this guy.

Last Saturday, I watched 2012 with a couple of my high school friends. This isn’t an Adam Sandler produced comedy film, obviously, but for some reasons I found myself laughing and giggling even during scenes where the ground almost ate the lead actor.

It was a great movie by the way. I’ve never jumped up and down my seat like that ever before.

This is something I've been working on Min’s birthday present to the maximum. It's definitely Taemin-filled because she’s in love with this man and, yes, we actually stalk people who look exactly like him so if you’re a dude and you don’t want to be stalked by us, then please STOP grooming yourself like Taemin! Because it drives us crazy, especially Min, who left town because she could no longer bear seeing all the Taemin knockoffs around campus.