Hello, my name is:

Let me introduce myself.

Claire. 20. Korean. Burlingame. UCLA '11.

I'm a periodic insomniac. I take melatonin when I'd rather dream the impossible than think the ineffable. My sleeping habits are the bane of my existence. I should get that checked.

I have neuroses, but who doesn't? Coffee cups and sleeves need to be aligned upon receiving and photos must be filed in a certain manner on my computer. Most else is free game - I am not a neat freak, though I have lapses, nor am I organized, but I do know where my possessions lie.. at least most of the time.

I am not girlfriend material. At least not from a girlfriend's perspective. Not enough can be said on that matter.

I am easily absorbed as well as disinterested.

I rely on two people - both of which I can't say do on me.

I find it hard to trust people entirely. I speak a lot, even to the biggest mouthed, but cannot for the life of me share all. Thank goodness for blogs.

I read and write when I shouldn't, such as now. Peak literacy occurs when I should be focused on school. I'm well aware of it too. My vice, my kryptonite. Learning a disregarded virtue.

I don't like to share creativity. Ideas, stories, especially feelings, I wish I could keep locked in forever. Perhaps it's the reason I hate to share the people in my life. But I'm also passive-aggressive. Whatever you want flies since I'm incapable of voicing opposition.

I am far from perfect. Then again, show me someone who isn't.

Accomplishments are made possible by your mother - failures are your own fault.

Hi Mams,

Midterms are over, and I'm looking forward to the week or so I have as a break from the next wave. I can't wait to come home next weekend. Despite how I may have come off on the occasional phone calls, I've missed your cooking, your words of wisdom, even your judgmental nitpicks.

It's one thing to be criticized by your friends, another to be analyzed by your mother. But believe me, I'd much rather shamefully be under careful observation through your slightly skewed rose-colored glasses than be at fault by the scrutiny of my self-righteous peers.

I've taken to my social cocoon again, much like last quarter. I don't know why I tend to become more reserved, borderline secretive even, when it comes to friends' remarks about my actions or whereabouts. Hopefully I'll be able to overcome this tendency, since they're all undeserving of that kind of treatment. I promise, I'll come home with hours worth of harmonious accords rather than negative feedback.

I won't let you down.

Love, YS

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