In 2011, my top 3:

Ways to spend time:

3. Derping: 9gag, Shadow Cities, fanfic, FWB, chatting up freshmen. Yay friends!

2. Doing science: in class was cool (read almost all of the biochem textbook, loved wrestling with Nelson's contradictory data for exams), in lab not so much (troubleshooting for honors thesis...ew. darn you Luciferase Reporter Assay!)

1. Playing catch-up premed: MCATting, applying to 18 MSTP programs, & getting rejected by them. Future, what do you hold?

Notable Events:

3. Football in general. Oregon =(, USC way too exciting even on TV, and Big Game which we won. again.

2. Harry Potter 7 Part 2, with sad lack of horcrux costumes. An age is ending, they say. Did not manage Pottermore.

1. Turning 21: including being pied by whipped cream and Sriracha (do not recommend) and getting drunk off wine tasting at Napa. 

Successes:

3. Losing the extra 15 Chile-Monterey pounds. No longer can accuse Alex of calling me fat all the time.

2. Dancing w/Common Origins and entirely lead-follow for ballroom with Andrew Ma (confusing right? actually that one might be a mistake haha)

1. Surviving MCAT + 21 units (feels so good to work hard), doing fairly well, and actually finishing most of my apps.

Mistakes:

3. Buying myself lifetime membership to Stanford's Alumni Association. Not only is it probably not worth it, but I also feel super old.

2. NOT APPLYING EARLIER good God what was I doing?

1. Not valuing friends and family enough.

Lessons I've learned:

3. Take interest and joy out of what I'm doing, or else don't do it.

2. I've kind of forgotten how to ask about other people during conversation, yet I'm still super bad at selling myself.

1. I think rather highly of myself, but what I lack is ambition. I have goals and dreams, just don't strive for them.

New friends: Kayjay, Kuye/Nats, FiCS freshmen.

For 2012, my top 3:

People to spend more time with: Family, Rachel, Angela.

Resolutions:

3. Find out what I want to do in the future. No biggie.

2. Don't give up on God. Face the hard questions, study & evaluate the truth in arguments, pray. And invite God into FiCS more often.

1. Pay attention to other people. Ask after them, talk to them, think about their problems.

Canned answer: purple. Grew to like it because I used it for AIM messages for the first few years.

Clothing/school: red. too...normal though. how about...Cardinal!

Happy: Pale yellow & green.

Wacky: Plaid w/light orange in it.

Girly: Salmon

As a child: robin's egg blue/sky blue, sea foam green. I dressed up as a Robin's Egg Blue crayon once...

Awesome: hot pink/fuschia

Sophisticated: Turquoise & black

Contemplative: deep blue

Not in mood for contemplation, so let's write about clubbing!

I had been rather starved of dirty dancing and just really wanted to go grind on something since like...start of spring quarter. But I needed a guy. Who to take? My best friends didn't make the list: too short & only dances when wasted. Sooooo that left me one choice really: school-rival banking tool who flirts with me a suspicious amount, given he has a girlfriend.

K so maybe I have a residual crush, but really, I was just in search of a dance partner and he could deliver. So I biked out to the Caltrain station and met him in SF at 11pm on a Friday night. With minor noobness on the SF public transport system. The club we eventually made it to was quite interesting...

1. Cover charge was $20. Man, have I been spoiled by Santiago. Or maybe I was just wearing too much clothing? Skinny jeans...I had to bike, okay?

2. "Accidentally" drank tonic from the Table Service tables, assuming it was water and free. For a huge bottle of grey goose, $70 at Safeway, they charge you $340. Oh, rich I-bankers.

3. Place had glass pillars decoratively showing off the ugly concrete. Left lots of handprints on it *smirk.*

4. Pretty good music, especially since I brought half an earplug. Win. No good for introducing oneself to other pre-I-bankers though.

Anyways, boy could dance. We only danced for an hour or two, but it was good exercise! We crashed at his super bare apartment for the night (after missing the last light rail but miraculously snagging a taxi in the middle of nowhere), and I remembered all too well that I can. not. sleep. with someone else in the same bed as me. Not even with no contact.

Tempting, but temptation avoided. Can't be that kind of girl...right?