Confessions of a recovering depressive
I drove down to Office Max with my boyfriend and a large brown paper bag advertising 15% off for everything that cant fit. I generally enjoy browsing the aisles of the office supply store, but that day, I had a mission. (1) white poster board, (7) fine-tip colored permanent markers, and (1300) sparkle stickers later, I had created my very own “Goal Calendar”

My goal calendar
This is all part of my project this quarter to become more organized. As evidenced from the clutter of my desk, I am your proverbial messy roommate. Sometimes it’s quaint, and my roommates don’t mind; but sometimes it becomes a problem – like when my boyfriend dropped me off at my dorm on his way up north to a party in San Francisco so I could finish my oceans of homework. When I reached the front door, I realized the keys were inside my room – and I ended up accompanying him to the party after a 30 minute detour. (It ended up well though, because the party had the most exquisite variety of cheeses to offer.) I’m sure my roommates also aren’t too pleased whenever I call and say… can you come back to the dorm, I’m locked out. I’ve always been absent-minded, but I was never motivated enough to do something about it until my quaint traits started to interfere with and frustrate other people’s lives.

General Clutter of my desk
I first identified my goals:
Next, I created a method to track my progress.
The goal calendar assigns one start color to each goal and contains one cell for each day of the remainder of the quarter. Each row represents one week, starting from Sat to Fri. The rows are numbered on the left with their academic week numbers (four through six). For each day, I apply the appropriate stars if the goal was completed. By the time I reach the end of one row, I can celebrate on Saturday if all the goals were completed for the week. My boyfriend has offered my reward for completing the week as taking me out to dinner.
The goal calendar works so far, because:
Finally, I implemented ways to help me carry out the specific goals.
I haven’t fully figured out how yet, but so far I’ve made significant progress on the “forgetting keys” goal.


Unrelated to my goals, but in line with the general process of becoming organized, I created a board of weekly assignments. It’s permanent marker on white board, and lists the recurring assignments I have every week. Once I complete it, I can cross it off with dry-erase. At the end of the week, I simply erase and the assignment list remains – fresh as ever. (Don’t worry, when I need to erase the permanent marker, I can simply write over it with dry erase and wipe of the permanent marker – a useful trick I learned in teaching high school debate.)

my assignment board
I’m not sure how effective these methods will be, since I only implemented them recently, but I will provide an update a few weeks into the project. For now, I’m just looking forward to placing a blue sticker on Monday Jan 25th for the “write” goal.
My Dearest C__,
My friend Joe used to start all his emails to me this way; it always made my day. You know, have you ever watched those old movies where the girls are wearing some old pretty dress and the guy is away on a business trip or at war, and the scene becomes all bronzed, and the girl is writing/guy is reading a letter and you can hear it aloud? Haha, that’s how this feels like right now, like i can hear what im writing being read aloud to me.
I thought of another reason why i’m like scarlett – i feel like i’m isolated and hated by everyone except for a few people (for her, melly, rhett, her slave, her mother and father; for me, my few friends and you). Haha, i don’t want you to get the wrong impression that i’m a loser with no friends though (even if there is some truth in that statement). Also, she’s rather cold hearted and doesn’t really care about anything unless it directly affects her or someone she care about.
I was talking about the sniper attacks with J__ (did you hear about them? probably not, californians dont have time to worry about the problems of little old virginia, maryland, and dc.) the beginning on 9th grade (wow, so long ago yet i remember it so vividly), a bunch of people were getting shot just randomly in a series in the dc metro area. people of all races, sexes, ages – the sniper killed indiscriminantly. one woman was killed just ten minutes from my house. for months ppl here were like little mice – trepid. we were all scared to leave our houses, homecomings got canceled; i remember my homecoming date was almost forbidden to go by his parents but i had to cry and whine to him to convince his parents – afterall, there’s no way im going to hc by myself. (i hate going to dances and events alone – as you not doubt can infer by my fear of sitting at the end of rows). A student even got shot, but he lived. Despite the proximity, the close death of the student, i never felt like the sniper shots directly affected me. i mean, i had to live with the canceled practices, the heightened security, and the busy buzz of the neighborhood, but i never felt like i or any of my friends were in direct threat. I never even felt sad or anything, just annoyed that my volleyball practice was canceled because the dumb football players got to use the gym since they didnt want them outside. i said that “maybe if someone from my school got shot, then i would feel more sad”
We then started talking about Sept 11, and i said that i didnt really feel anything about it. In truth – ok, youre going to think im a psycho, but i remember when i was watching it on tv in 8th grade civics, i thought it was kind of an exciting action movie. i remember thinking “here’s some excitement finally in my dull life” “aw, why did bush terminate all flights, this was just getting interesting”. I didnt really think it had much of anything to do with me, even when the pentagon got hit (which is only 15 minutes from my house). I mean, no one i knew got hurt.
Post 911, everyone was all sad but i couldnt understand what they were feeling. i didnt really sympathize for america. of course i felt bad that all these ppl died, but they were just faces in a newspaper to me. Personally, even the sniper attacks saddened me more than 911 (even though only 11 ppl died as opposed to thousands). Yea, i understand that many died in the tower, that many died in trying to rescue the ppl, but NY is so distant, so unrelated to my life. Close to home in the pentagon, only 21 ppl died. And then again, i didnt know any of them.
Sigh, at this point, you think im a psycho. J__ had always told me i was cold hearted. “I’ve never seen you cry once, except that time you fell off your bike in third grade”. I was trying to convince her that once time, she and her friend had made fun of me and were so mean to me that i locked myself in her bathroom and came out with red puffy eyes pretending my contacts were bothering me. She wouldn’t believe me though – “you never cried before just because someone said something mean to you! i mean, you’re so heartless!”
It’s hard for me to explain this to ppl, i’ve only told you and J_. People will start to think what you’ve no doubt already started to think, that im a self absorbed person with no heart. See? i told you i was self absorbed. if something doesnt directly hurt me, if i dont get hurt, or someone i care about, then i couldnt really care less. I think in a way though,
everyone is the same? do you agree? people just dont like to admit that they arent the holy, noble, philanthropic person who loves everyone (wow, reduntant). Maybe they just like keep up that image, or maybe i’m just a shallow bitch and everyone except me does care about everyone. It would be nice if everyone could care about everyone, but i dont think that’s “the way the cookie crumbles”.
I know this email is getting to be like volumes long, and i have to practice violin, so i’ll end here. you know emails are so much easier – no static, no mishearings, and i can word myself easier to convey what i really mean.
Have you ever had those moments when you know that you did something wrong, you feel like a terrible person, and there is nothing you can do to make up for what you did?
Over spring break, all the students who are studying abroad next quarter had to move out by the beginning of break. I am staying in my friend’s room while she and her roommate are away on break. Another friend needed a place to stay for a night, and since there was a vacant bed next to mine, I let her stay there.
Now, I know this is where red flags should be going off and my brain (or my conscience) should be telling me: Crystal…
1) You don’t know her roommate very well
2) Her roommate doesn’t know your friend at all
3) Why didn’t you just ask beforehand, you obviously have no respect for other people’s personal space. Just because you don’t have a sense of personal boundaries doesn’t mean everyone else has the same standards as you.
To make matters worse, I am an extremely messy and disorganized person. Thinking that I was the only person to occupy that room until school starts, I just lived there as if it were my own room, planning to clean up before anyone came back. I know that I wasn’t very organized about keeping my clothes properly stored in my suitcase, and I probably just threw my towels on the ground (mostly on my friend’s side of the room but its possible that some of my mess spilled over onto the other half of the floor).
I stayed off campus for two nights, and when I returned at 7:30 this morning, I was surprised to see that all my stuff had been randomly thrown onto my friend’s half of the room, including my other friend’s comforter that she had left on the bed and I had no idea who it belonged to. Although the roommate was not there, I could tell that she was pissed by the way she returned my belongings to me. I wrote her an apologetic email acknowledging that what I did was stupid and disrespectful; she writes me back a passive aggressive email listing grievances including dirty towels on her stuff, food on her desk, and someone having slept in her newly washed sheets. She ends with asking when I am moving out.
Ok so maybe I am a coward. So maybe the only reason I care about this is the dread of having to go back to that room. I’m already chickening out; I decided to move out tonight, at least I won’t have to spend an awkward night with the roommate. If I never had to see her again, I know I would tell myself, “Crystal, you did all that you could have done. It’s ok if she doesn’t forgive you. Just remember next time so you don’t piss someone else off.” But I know that I need to go back and apologize in person. Even if she is really pissed off at me. Even if she doesn’t forgive me.
In the end, I’m a bit thankful that this happened. I need to learn to grow up, to be less self-absorbed. I made my mistake because I was not considerate of other people’s feelings. Can you believe that I am already 20 years old, and this is the first time that I’ve had to seriously apologize to someone that I don’t know very well? Realizing that you’ve still got a lot of growing up to do is not easy.
Here’s the plan: I’m going to buy her a plant (her room is full of plants that I had been watering while she was away). If she doesn’t want it, I’ll tell her to just give it to her roommate. I’ll buy a card too explaining how terrible I feel, and if she’s not there when I go back tonight to move out I’ll just leave it on her desk. If she is there I’ll talk to her about it. I hope that’s not too cowardly…
3/5/4
When I started this academic quarter, I wanted a fresh beginning. I broke up with my boyfriend who I had been dating for the first quarter, and was determined to handle the break-up better than I had handled my previous one. In most aspects, I really am proud of myself for my emotional maturity. I reached out to my friends and made new friends; I started exercising and eating healthy; I joined the chorus; I took the hardest and most classes and excelled at them; I started to feel better and better about myself each day.
But there is one part of me where I still haven’t grown up, and that is when it comes to guys. I let my mood and my self-esteem depend too much on the guys that I like. To start, if I don’t have a guy in mind, then I feel very empty, like I don’t have anything to govern my behavior. Thus, if I don’t like a guy anymore immediately I have to find a new target. I can’t be satisfied just being my own single self. If my crush doesn’t like me back, it makes me feel unattractive and worthless.
When I confessed my feelings to my current crush, I thought that nothing would change. I thought we could still be friends, but as the weeks went on, everything became more and more awkward. Every time I talk to him, I feel as if he might think that I’m just trying to get him to like me. I definitely spent much more time together with him before. Once my roommate told him that he should come to hang out in our room more often, and he agreed; he never once came to hang out in our room, but I always saw him in the room across the hall from me. Over spring break, I am living in the room next to his because I had to move out of mine. I always go say hi to him and his roommate, but he will never come talk to me. It’s not so hard is it? I even made it easier by moving to a room closer to his. Sometimes he is super nice to me, and others he just ignores me. It pisses me off when people are rude to others, regardless of the feelings between them. One time I confessed to one of my best friends from home that I liked him, and he decided to ignore me for two months. Why should you treat a friend differently just because they happen to like you? I think I learned my lesson; despite everyone applauding brave girls who just are straightforward about their feelings, I don’t advise it if you still want to remain friends with the person.
The first day of class I had Chinese lit and Chinese rituals back to back through lunch on Tuesday. I noticed this cute guy in both of those classes, and we introduced ourselves after class. Since both of us hadn’t had lunch, I asked him if he wanted to eat together, and we had a great conversation over lunch. We found out that we have very similar interests; he is a Chinese major and wants to go into Chinese medicine, while I want to practice Western medicine in China. Thinking that we could make getting lunch a weekly tradition, I was looking forward to the next Tuesday, but he just left class quickly without saying anything to me. I decided to give him up. One time after class we happened to be chatting next to our bikes, and remembering how much I enjoyed our conversations, I asked if he wanted to grab lunch. He said he had to go, but that we would get lunch next week. Next Tuesday, I excitedly made myself look nicer in anticipation of our lunch; he didn’t come to class. Thinking he was sick, I forgave him. Next class, he never mentioned it. Not one “sorry I was sick”, “I forgot”, or “can we re-schedule?” I decided he was a douchebag. Last day of class, he runs up to me to give me my wallet which I had forgotten in class, and we start chatting again. Stupidly, I asked if he wanted to get lunch and he said yes, but this week was bad can we try for next week after finals? When I called him, he said he had too much work, and already had dinner plans for all the meals until he left for break. He was surprised to hear from me and didn’t even seem to remember what he said last week. He said, “we’ll definitely get together when I come back from break”. Yeah right. I’m not going to call him again.
There was another person that I liked this quarter. For a month, whenever I went out the dorm I would walk down the hall past his room (even if it was out of my way), or I would go visit my friends in that side of the dorm, to increase the chance of bumping into him. If I heard his voice in the lounge I would go and pretend to be going to the dining hall. Sometimes he was really nice to me and others, he would be very unfriendly. I quickly got over him because I knew that he just didn’t care about me, but then every time he was nice I forgot and the cycle would start all over again. He would lean against me, tickle and poke me, and give me all these signs to make me think that he liked me. But I quickly found out that he is just a very touchy-feely person. He also only ever hung out with me when my friend from high school was visiting. I lost interest in him and started to like the other guy who also doesn’t like me back.
I know that I should have self-confidence, and that is what guys find attractive. I know that I should love myself before I can expect others to love me. But when you go from being interested in guy to guy to guy, and none of them find you attractive, how can you tell yourself that you are attractive? It’s so easy to think, “nobody likes me”. It’s so easy to feel lonely. I just wish I could be independent and feel good about myself again.
Sorry if this blog post is a little less coherent and a bit more rambling than usual. I tried to not impede the flow of my thoughts and just wrote down whatever I was thinking.

My bike is not a trashcan
I woke up this morning to find that some kind person had wished me good morning by discarding their half-full cup of coffee into my bike basket. Less than ten feet away was a trashcan.
I took my laundry to the basement and reached for my bottle of detergent that I had left there a week ago to find it surprisingly empty. It had been half full when I last used it.
It’s amazing the kind of things people will do when no one is observing. Hey, I’m guilty too. I used to shoplift all kinds of things as a kid. I would wear a huge coat into the toystore and slip small figurines into my pocket. Sometimes I will throw my trash away into the bathroom trashcan if the bathroom is empty, even though we’re supposed to walk outside to the large dumpster.
To combat the declining socio-ethical fabric I’ve been observing in myself and around me, my friend and I began a Karma competition. Each day we have to fulfill a challenge. Two days ago we had to catch up with an old friend. Actually I ended up catching up with lots of old friends who have graduated and from high school about careers, post-graduate plans, girlfriends, Bolivia… Yesterday we had to compliment a stranger – I told someone I really liked the colorful buttons on her coat – she had replaced the boring grey ones that fell off with funky patterns. Today I have to do something nice for someone without them knowing it. I am quite stuck on this…
mood: 4 fell asleep during the critical moment in physics class when they take attendance with the clickers, slept through most of my classes, didn’t do well on physics exam
physical tiredness: stupidly stayed up until 4am during work unproductively with a classmate because I thought he was cute. Then woke up at 8 to go to class. Now I’m on my way to the library to reread everything that I read last night.
Spiritual tiredness: 3
Today, objects are designed for convenience and time-saving, which means that they allow you to multi-task. Take macs for example, they are so nifty because all their windows can be open at the same time, which allows you to do multiple functions at once. Or the cup holder of your car, which allows you to drive and imbibe your favorite beverage at once. I was once also, an expert multi-tasker. I could listen to physics lecture with my ear while reading SAT prep-books with my eyes. I could write an essay while chatting on AIM and watching my favorite TV series (Boy Meets World on the Disney Channel).
The problem is that I have become a habitual multi-tasker. Most people would think that is great, but I want to break that illusion and convince you to give up your multi-tasking! The reason I could get away with multi-tasking is because I was always content with just “enough to get by”. I did whatever it took to get an A in the class, or a 1600 on the SAT, but I never really cared about the quality of my time investment. In college too, I still can manage to write my essays at the lat minute because all I really care about is the 4.0 on my GPA.
When you multi-task, you do all those tasks half-heartedly. I remember getting angry with my boyfriend for typing on AIM while talking to me on the phone. I wanted his whole attention, and I gave him mine. It’s funny how much more importance I attributed to my boyfriend than my own life. Just like driving while multi-tasking is unsafe, steering your life while multi-tasking is dangerous! There should be a traffic sign on the multi-tasking street that says: Warning! Vapid, yet mediocre enough to get by, life ahead! Avoid at all costs!
I find that when I devote all my attention to one task, I gain so much more productivity and happiness. I know that I am deliberately choosing to do that task, rather than having it be one on my list of many chores. Now, I can’t even write a blog while listening to music. No matter how small the task, devote yourself fully to it. I used to eat meals while doing homework. Now I can’t do that. No matter how busy I am, I have to make room for the 30 minutes it takes me to eat, sit down at the dining table with my classmates, and socialize about nothing related to my homework. Even wasting time, I have to do it deliberately, fully, and execute it well. People multi-task to save time, but I think you will find the opposite to be true.
Try giving up multi-tasking for one day, and let me know how it goes!
Mood: 5 exercised – too much work – chorus rehearsals – i’m a loser for skipping all my classes today – My Crush doesn’t like me
Physical tiredness: 7 even though its 3 am in the morning… hello insomnia. good thing is I have lots of work
Spiritual tiredness: 5 too stressed out to think about long term stuff