That's coming up.

I happy! I looked up my grades for my UCLA online Producing courses and I got A's!! For the first time ever in my college career, I got a 4.0. I really put effort into it and I was so engrossed with the material, now I'm not disheartened about my intelligence. I can do the work, I just need to...do the work.

This summer is definately better than lasts. Without a doubt. For one, I'm not depressed. For second, I'm happy.

This morning, Shaina and I went hiking in Azusa. Oh my god. I'm extremely out of shape. I could only go up for like ten minutes then I quit that bitch with much shame but mostly relief. I felt like I was going to pass out. So, it is my goal to climb up that stupid thing after I attempt to get considerably less out of shape. Cross ya fingas hoes.

Summer tradition: buying a shitload of books from one author.

Last summer it was Cynthia Voight's Tillerman series. This summer it is all of Sarah Dessen's novels. I grew to love those ladies in middle school and I'm having a great time rediscovering them. I loved Voight even more the second time. I could relate more. I remember I really didn't like 17 Against the Dealer but when I read it again, I really freaking loved it. And Sarah Dessen has these books about young women transitioning from one phase of their life to another, though sometimes quite mushy, I really do enjoy it.

I had no intention of re-reading the books but last week I found the one book I do own-The Truth About Forever (Wes and Macy=SWOON) and decided to read it while on the way to eat with my family and I got so hooked. Again. I still have so many more books to buy from other authors, Madeline L'engle especially, but I'm going to wait for another school break before I get those.

As you can see, I really love me my "young adult" books. They're just so fun to read. I know I can easily just go to the library and read them for free but these books are special to me (the nostalgic factor has affected me greatly). I know I'm going to keep re-reading these as long as I live and I hope to pass them down to someone.

Conclusion: Whore-ay for books, motherfuckers.