I love my new Jessica Simpson purse. It was probably the happiest day of the week when I got to unwrap it and take it to school with me. Suddenly, homework has become encased in a hip shell.

I haven't written in a real diary (no offense dear blog) in far too long and my mental sanity is really feeling it.

Spring Break was interesting but stressful also. At least I managed to revise my paper for the E.U. conference but other than that I didn't accomplish anything. So much for my grandiose plans of catching up.

How is it even remotely possible that I am graduating in a matter of weeks with an undergraduate degree? I am so behind in everything and life is just slow and rather painful. Seriously, though. Is this the end of Berkeley?

I can't even explain how scared I am that I am going to be homeless. Or without money and on welfare...oh wait, welfare probably doesn't exist anymore. And yes, I am aware that I began my note with a consumer good and have unraveled to destitution.

I want to watch Twilight and fall in love with the idea of love again. Diehard romantic is my true nature.

Did I make the right decision... I wish I could say yes but I'm not so sure anymore. A life is a life.