-Orange safety vest
-Hard hat (mental note to return these back to the Architecture Dept.)
-An extra shelf for my desk
-Orange cloudy shoes that was an impulse buy that I need to return to DSW.
-My Korean dancing practice clothes
-Old books and school work from a year ago
-And lastly, a journal that I thought wasn't too old. I was grossly mistaken when I opened it up to the last entry and it was dated February 12, 2006.
Where has the time gone? I swear, that journal couldn't have been sitting in my trunk for 4 years now, could it? What was I doing February 2006? I was still at UCI in my 3rd year of college. I wasn't 21 yet and I was living in Vista Del Campo, a dorm like apartment which is now , I believe, 2nd year dedicated dorms.
To share a random story, 3rd year at UCI was the year I yelled, actually, seriously berated a random drunk guy at 3 am. At that apartment, my room was situated the closest to the main door, and since the head of my bed faced that direction, I could hear pretty much anyone walking outside of my apartment. So this drunk guy, at 3am, loses all sense of his direction and for some reason thinks that my apartment is his. For about 5 minutes, he tries to fit his keys into the keyhole, but fails... duhhh.. and doesn't get the hint that he's at the wrong apartment.
After those 5 minutes of fussing around with the keys and stumbling around, I lose my patience and throw back my blanket and walk out to the front door. I'm pretty irritated and annoyed that someone would wake me up in the middle of my beauty sleep. Seriously, I know right?? I meet my other roommate out in the living room and we're both standing behind the door, and when I open it, he pushes the door back which hits my roommate. I think that action lit a fuse in me and for the next 10 minutes, I yelled at him like a mom yells at her kid who crapped in his pants at the local Ralph's. I'm not quite sure what I was so angry about, but I think I let out about 2 years of pent up emotions on him. Thinking back, I feel a little bad for unleashing my wrath to a random drunk guy, but hey, he was drunk and woke me up. I always get a good chuckle when I think about that time.
So yeah, that's a random event in 3rd year. There are so many more stories from that year alone.. heck that apartment alone, but I'm still taken aback that since then 4 years has passed. It took an old journal in the back of a trunk to make me realize how fast time has passed. When you see things everyday you don't realize how old it is until you make the conscious effort to pick it up and put a date on it. I guess that's how it is in life too. You don't realize how fast time is going by until you take a breather and think about what day it is, how old you are, where you've come from and to where you're headed.
Today is the beginning of March 12, 2009, I am 24, I've been in L.A. for the past 2 years going to grad school and honestly, I don't know where I'm headed...but...that's alright.
I have faith that God will provide.
