Oh, oh oh oh oh.

My grandma is turning 80 next week. 5 year anniversary of the first time I got drunk!! Hah, neat.

I can't even wait to go to Berkeley. New people, new places, new home, new air, new roommates, new love, new times, new scents, new weather, new life. Even if it isn't as great as I'm anticipating... at least it'll be new. My sister and I were talking about it today, and it made me even more anxious. I know it won't all be fun and games, but the hard work I'll have to do there will be SO worth it. It'll be an entirely new educational experience for me. In elementary school, everything was taught in Spanish. In middle school, I was too punk fucking rock to care. In high school, everything was a joke. But college. College at UC BERKELEY. I can't even comprehend the idea that I'm going to be a UC Berkeley student.




































I just don't want to do what's expected of me. That's all.