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Aughhh. 6:45 a.m. WHY IS IT SO FREAKIN’ EARLY?
Okay Crystal, you better make it to class on time today. You can’t be late again. If you walk into class again and there’s a lecture going on, everyone’s going to stare at you like,
“This idiot’s late again”
My eyes are like little red poofs, and they’re smaller than usual. And you’re breaking out. It must be from all that sleep that you’re not getting. Seriously, you need to work on this whole, not sleeping enough thing. You told yourself that you were going to go to bed by 1 a.m. What did you do? You went on Facebook until two in the morning chatting away, with that annoying popping sound. Pop, pop, pop. Then you started your homework…WHICH YOU DIDN’T FINISH! Crystal, you need to get it together. You’ve got some serious time management issues. And you need more sleep. When you come home, you’re going to take the best nap ever.
I HATE SCHOOL. I hate that Fing commute and the random guy on the subway that likes to lean on the pole when my hand is there. I hate the long walk from the station. I hate situating myself in that little teeny desk with squeaky chairs. I hate thinking in the morning!
At least you don’t have math today. Calculus at 8:40 in the morning? Seriously? I can’t form sentences in the morning, let alone look at x^2+2x, squiggly line, asymptotes, parabolas, and curvy looking f, stuff. It doesn’t help that the professor chews up the end of every sentence. But, you really need to stop texting and drawing ugly unicorns in class. You were never great in math in the first place.
That test yesterday was awful. The last one I took before that one was like two years ago. Every time I started a new problem, I kept going “WHAAAAT IS THISSSSSS!!!” The people next to you must have thought you were some moron. Crystal, you really can’t fail this class though. If Mama Lee doesn’t murder you first, then you’ll be forced to stay at that stagnant position at Hollister saying “Hey, what’s up!” making $9 an hour. Not to mention the fact that you’re going to live with mom and dad forever. No wealthy man wants marry a failure. You won’t be allowed to have pets because mom hates them, so you’ll just be alone forever eating spicy ramen noodles because that’s all you can afford. Whatever, just don’t fail. It’s that simple.

But really, what the fack goes on with that calculator. They asked what the biggest obstacle would be this semester. It’s definitely that TI-89. Plus those so called escalators that don’t move which you trip up almost everyday. Who falls UP the stairs!? Gosh, I’m so lame. It’s no wonder that I’m such a loner, in my one man wolf pack. I’m clumsy, uncoordinated, I have dorky glasses, and I laugh at my own really bad jokes.. I guess I have really nice, fine, straight, luxurious hair. But these bangs are always out of place. You’re not so bad looking, and you have freckles. You don’t have a really great personality, but you’re kind of intelligent. Still you always say stupid things, and you make mess out of everything. and why do you always make conversations awkward. You are so freakin’ awkward, and shy for no reason. Plus, you’re short. Actually, you’re just funsized. You’re not yellow. You’re golden. You should tell some kid you’re Filipino today, but you’re a terrible liar.

Crystal, you’re a loser, but you’re cute in your own way. At least the Italian family that I pass by every morning thinks so. They say It’s always nice to having my ego fluffed. I’m sure I’m not the only one that enjoys it. I’m so full of it sometimes. But I guess if Christina Aguilera can tell herself she’s beautiful, so can I. HAHA. I’m so funny. No one else thinks so, unfortunately.
But really, love yourself, even for your imperfections. You can handle whatever life gives you because you take everything one stupid escalator- step at a time.
Who are you? You’re Crystal Lee. Every morning, you turn your swag on. You enjoy the little things in life like the top of crème brule, when you don’t have to wait for the train, and you’re your favorite song comes on the radio. You’re alone first in your wolf pack, and others will join later because you’re sincere, clever, modest, quirky, soft spoken, ridiculously sarcastic, and most of all you’re you.
Just remember what Marilyn Monroe said,

“It is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”