I MISS.....

As I sit infront of my crappy lil short desk, typing away, downloading away, watching American Idol (forgive me, for I have sinned), I catch up on Mell's blog --- and realize how much I miss her and I feel special that I'm still mentioned in her entries. For these evoked feelings, today's entry is written in remembrance of everything I miss in my life.

I Miss....
Mell: Where is my life without Mell? Still going well but a life without my Mell around everyday, isn't as sarcastic, humorous, generous, industrial systemish as it could potentially be at the most "optimized level of efficiency." I read her blog and all I have to say is: I appreciate you hun and miss you miss you miss you!!!! To not be able to hit the town with you and "the gurls", drink homemade apple martinis, eating your mom's taiwanese food, hearing you tell me you want to suffocate me, doin' make-up in the bathroom,
is truly an unfullfilling life!
Seeing My College Friends Everyday: How I miss the days of seeing at least twenty smiling familiar faces on campus or around the apt. complex of those near n dear deltas who are always interested in how you are doing. Watching sobfest dramas such as Up Close and Personal with Mell, Julia and Maribeth. Such LAME-O's we were. Eating apples with knives. Drooling as we watch Alias. Bitchin over chores. Who's doing the dishes?!?! Who's takin out the trash!?!? "Not until after my final in 4 days." Thanx, Mell. hahha.
Being Addicted to Movies: I'm more so addicted to TV watching of certain shows than movies. SHocking. I know. What happened? I don't even know. TOo many crappy movies? Maybe. Or maybe I don't have the time and those CONSISTENT always there Deltas I could always call up to go to the cinemas with. Wahhh!
Real Chinese FOood: Living on the westside equals ZERO good chinese food. I miss the food from back home. =(
Snuggling: Do i realllly have to explain?!?
Parents Footing the Bill: again..do i really have to explain?!?!
Being a Kid: To not have to worry, to think so much, to have to be responsible. Sometimes I think I grew up too quick for my own good. Could've made more mistakes in life, could've cared less about things, situations, people. Maybe I wouldn't feel like I carry a big part of my world on my shoulders. But at the end of the day, that wouldn't be Jess. That wouldn't be me. Am I too independent for my own good? Have I been tooo "good" for my own good? Who wouldn't thought that huh?