When money matters really bad

I have gone through nearly 15 hours with just a piece of bread and a hot chocolate. When my parents sent me enough money to live by 5 months, I didn't appreciate it at all, flushing it away with shoes, shirts and bags. Now, even can't spend $5 on a dinner.

Life is like that. You gotta be responsible for your own action. I'm ashamed of myself

In the office and starving

Roommates are back

My 19- and 20-year-old something roommates are back. Things are still weird around here and I can't wait to be absorbed into my regular schedule this coming semester. Also, I can't wait to move on to the next chapter, whether that would be Austin or not, I don't really know.

The book "The Devil Wears Prada" really got into me. How can I look at things in such a funny and witty eyes like the character named Andy?

Back in Morgantown

Back in Morgantown. For the past three days and three nights, I haven't got any good sleep. And for the past three days, I'm still missing the laugh and the fun we had in Syracuse. Katie has been a really really good friend for the past four years. It has been a long time, since last September, that I had felt that comfortable and felt like I was at home, waking up to coffee, at my house in Hanoi, Vietnam.

I really hope she would apply and get accepted to the AP workshop. She deserved to be there, just need to be a little more aggressive. She deserves to be learning from the best in the industry.

But now I'm back in Morgantown, and I really shouldn't be whining at all. And that this coming semester should be great and I should be busy as hell: 12 hours copy-editing, 4 stories a week, and another hour and a half working at the coffee shop. And sign up for the copy-editing class.

Ohmigod, this damn keyboard doesn't work. Write more then.

In Morgantown, listening to "Can't help falling in love with you." Who's the you? The hot, smart AP writer like Cain Burdeau, then hell yeah.

Huong