It's that time of the month when I get cranky, start PMSing, and get cramps. Yup, it's finals time. Never been a big fan of the finals, especially when they're worth 30-50% of your grade. That's just ridiculous. You can start to see the library get more packed. It gets hard to find that go-to seat of yours. I hate finals.

A few tidbits before I resume my finals studying:

1. I bought these Pepperidge Farm Soft Baked Snickerdoodles the other day. Hecka good. It's possibly the best cookie I've ever had, although I've yet to try the Pepperidge Farm Soft Baked Chocolate Chunk Brownie cookies I just bought. I'll let you know if it rivals the Snickerdoodle, but do yourself a favor and buy yourself some Snickerdoodles. Tell your local grocer that Allan sent you.

2. Still have no plans for the summer yet. Guess nobody is looking for underqualified Economics undergraduates. Should I work at Math Camp? Should I look for a part-time job? Should I do both? Should I just open up my own eBay business and spend the summer selling useless crap on the Internet? Should I become a poolboy? So many decisions.

3. I saw Abby at Bible Study on Friday and I noticed her teeth are coming out. Then later that night, I sat in bed recalling that I too once had baby teeth. And I'm so glad that I no longer have them. It's just a relieving feeling knowing that I don't have to worry about loose teeth anymore. Having a loose tooth was the worst feeling in the world. It prevented you from eating stuff that you wanted. You couldn't bite into an onion without worrying that your tooth would just break off. If you were like me, you would just sit on your bed wiggling your tooth back and forth with your index finger and yell "Mama, my tooth is loose." And of course, your parents would have their special advice. There was always the "Wait, it'll come out eventually" advice. Then there was the "Let me get my plyers and rubber gloves", which wasn't all that pleasant. There was the "Tooth tied to a string, which was tied to a door" one, which scared the hell out of me. Then there was the "get into a fight with a bully and hope he just knocks it out for you."

Of course, there were always those moments in elementary school where you'd be sitting in class, and the next thing you know, little Billy next to you starts bleeding everywhere from his mouth, and he raises his tooth to show the teacher while blood is spurting out like a fountain. It'd be fun if that still happened during high school and college, like if God made all our teeth baby teeth. You'd see guys lose teeth during job interviews, while playing professional sports, during live television newscasts.

4. Speaking of school, my old stomping grounds Francis Scott Key, is now offering guitar lessons to kids as part of their music program. Man, I'm about 13 years too late. I wish they had that when I was there, I would've signed up for that program. They're even having a guitar recital next Friday. Instead, I chose the violin, like every other Chinese kid. And I get to showcase my violin talents every year in the CBC Christmas concerts. What a waste.

That's all for now.