Another month has passed, and we almost reach the halfway point of 2012! The dates and deadlines are fast coming up: Graduation is coming in 2 weeks. I move out of La Regencia in roughly 4 weeks (June 30th). Before I leave though I intend to say goodbye to everyone that has helped me out all throughout my entire college journey.
This month flew by extremely quickly, being consumed by several milestone events including Ron Paul, SunGod, and my last Glee Party ever. Like every month before it though, I have treasured every moment and memory spent with my friends.
I am two days away from finishing Insanity – the effects aren’t that significant to point out; my weight has remained the same, but I feel as though I’ve trimmed some fat and replaced it with muscle. (This will more than likely be reversed with my last month Phil’s splurge I’m planning).
I cooked more at the beginning of the month, but soon realized shortly thereafter that it was very futile. I didn’t enjoy very much of the food that I made, and feel as though with only one month left in San Diego, I better just go all out in an effort to achieve the maximum level of happiness possible.
All Caught up on Game of Thrones. The season finale is this week, and I can’t wait to see what happens. Granted, I could just read the books but I feel like that wouldn’t be as compelling it as seeing it on HBO.
My COMPUTER has BEEN REPLACED, thank goodness. I went ahead and bought a beautiful new Toshiba at Best Buy ($380 after tax). Hopefully I can replace it in a few months with a MACBOOK.
I also learned that my brother has been gracious enough to give me his 2001 car as a graduation present. It may be used, but it’s a good start (and allows me to keep a majority of the money I saved in my bank account). My dad wants to trade his 2003 car for it, but I’m still debating on the logistics of which car I actually want to have. The 2001 car is actually better, but the 2003 car has less miles on it. Hopefully I’ll make a decision in July (when I finally move back to Garden Grove).
And yet, the proudest moment of the month remains hung up on my wall: an autograph from none other than Ron Paul himself, framed.