what a beautiful thanksgiving morning.

on an occasion such as today's, i like to look back and think about how things have changed over the years.

i remember thanksgiving last year... who i shared thanksgiving meals with... where i perceived my life to be. and i remember the year before... and the year before...

it's funny how things change the way they do... how people just come in and out of your life the way they do...

what would i do without a God who is unchanging and eternal...

today, i thank God for who He is.

the following is what i ate tonight starting at 6:30pm (in order of consumption):

sushi dinner (2 bowls of rice)
2 mangos
goon gogooma
1 korean yogurt
1 big bowl of bibimbap
2 pieces of chocolate
1 bag of potato gwaja
1 juicy juice box

somebody please stop me.

i found 9 pieces of chicken in my 8-pack chik-fil-a meal.

today is gonna be a good day.

:)

just finished my make-up exam. glad i decided to retake it. very glad.

after seeing the scores, our b. law teacher graciously offered us a make-up exam... she even agreed to take the higher of the two scores. i'm sure she got a lot of crap about it from other faculty members, so i feel kinda bad for her even after all this built-up frustration towards her. though she's actually not as unpleasant as i thought... she's much more approachable outside of class. i went to see her after our first exam to challenge some of the answers (which by the way took A LOT of courage) and found out that she was the grandmother of a girl i went to high school with. i had no idea she was so old. when i saw the picture of brooke on her desk and realized that they share the same last name, i asked her if she was her daughter. i genuinely thought this... i was NOT brown nosing. :)

she acts all tough and cold on the outside, but after conversing with her on a personal level for just 20 minutes, i saw that she was a warm and even sweet grandma just like any other grandma. i'm actually coming to sorta like her. NOT her teaching style though. and definitely not if she gives another exam like the last one.

anyhow, i'm going to lancaster today. it'll be fun~

i meant to post an entry on the dream i had the night i saw the matrix, but on second thought, i don't think you want to know. (hehe)

i probably won't be updating for awhile... another round of exams coming up soon. just letting my faithful readers know.... the two of you, mintai and eric. :)

as usual, i've been having strange dreams lately.

on saturday during a short nap, i dreamed that the most recent bank statement of my checking account showed a balance of just 85 dollars and some cents.

it's funny cuz... i had forgotten about the dream when i awoke from it, but a few hours later, i suddenly got hit with a vague memory of seeing a bank statement... with $85.

i actually thought it was for real until i finally opened the bank statement that had been on the dining table all week.

and just last night, i had a dream that i was in high school, and all the girls in the school were contestants of a beauty pageant. all the dresses were either pink or purple, and mine happened to be a long and ugly bright pink dress... and it even had holes.

it must've been at least a hundred girls standing on a huge stage with about 5 judges sitting in the first row of the auditorium. the judges were in professional suits and had mean, evil looks on their faces.

music started playing, and we were asked to dance. i stood, not knowing what to do, until a judge pointed his pencil to me and motioned me and some others to leave the stage.

in a single line, we left the building and sat on the steps outside while we complained about how none of the girls inside were worthy of the grand prize. many had difficulty hiding their anger and contempt, and eventually, all left to go home.

but i sat on the steps alone in the rain.

hmm... this dream is new to me. 75% of my dreams involve one of three things-- death (of either me or somebody else i care about), my wedding (trust me, i'm not one of those girls who constantly daydream of my wedding day), or the first day of school.

what could possibly be on my mind to produce such a dream, i wonder.