Dear You,

Six drafts of personal statement. Every word and sentence structure chosen to be utterly perfect. Writing should never be this constipated in nature.

Tonight, I learned that not everyone has come to this place through the same route I took. There’s too much tragedy in this world, and so many people are so much stronger than I.

Today, I ran in the morning and rock-climbed at night! Climbing was intensely terrifying for me— I hate heights. But it’s also a good workout for every part of the arm (forearm, fingers, tris and bis), and after going up a few times, I wasn’t too frightened anymore. We even got cool bracelets!

Laurie and I figured out our future sons’ names.

1. Connor Shishen Yau

2. Brad Lawrence Yau

Awwwww.

It’s so easy to take a break from running; I took a two week hiatus. Last week, I hit the gym again, and it hurt so much… But in a good way. L and I are having a competition on Friday to see who can run for longer! I’m rooting for me. :)

Dear Fabric Softener Thief,

You ruined the gorgeous board that I spent my entire Saturday on. If I ever find out who you are, I WILL have you removed from the residence halls and kicked out of the honors program for the audacity to carry this on.

Vehemently after you,

Molly

- Lost my toe ring.

- Not productive enough.

- Plotted how to murder L.

- Lost my debit card.

- Fly in the Nutella.

Boyfriends are so dumb sometimes. I wish I had a male version of me. We would understand each other perfectly.