I'm going to the city. Perhaps attend some classes.
So I hear people may be coming to town for labor day.
I finally used a facial cleanser while staying at Clare's. This gross feeling of oil caking on top of my face started bothering me after the first week.
Maybe subletting would have been cheaper.
The one who doesn't talk ends up being the one that remembers what people say more than the people telling the story. Just because I'm not talking doesn't mean I'm not listening either, even if I seem apathetic about practically everything.
One more day in Mountain View. I get to live by myself again. HALLELUJAH!
8.31.2007
8.30.2007
pound puppies
I'm moving to the city. ugh. Clare told Leigh-ugh today since he thought I told everyone, so I guess I can't hide. It's going to be a bitch to buy and move furniture.
New characters from the city today: an old man who crapped his pants on the MUNI, and this brunette curly-haired girl who hugged me really hard on the street.
The hamburger meat for dinner tonight was bland. I think the place was called Flipper's. Everything else was okay. A little too much cheese for my liking. The French fries were decent until they got colder.
I went up to the city to attend some classes. Didn't happen. Hopefully they won't mind if I go next week.
I just received an email entirely in Chinese from Air China. I suppose it's from the time that I wrote down my email address when I flew over to Asia with my cousins. I cannot read ANY of it.
Reduction. Unsubscribing from a lot of blogs since I don't read most of them in my RSS feed. For example, this odd character of Fin de Siecle who does not consistently blog.
These events are out of order, by the way. I skipped classes to meet up with Clare for my second lunch of the day. My first tasting of French food. It tasted American. I also suggested to Clare that we watch Balls of Fury, but he refused. Asshole.
Then we met up with Drab for something. Coffee I suppose. Clare ordered a chocolate eclair. Something about eating a phallic object filled with cream disturbs me. The other time I had Siamese with Drab. I suppose his mouth waters a lot or something, but at one point during the conversation, my eyes were drawn toward this piece of saliva that jumped out of his mouth onto his long-sleeved shirt. My eyes were focused on that bubble of spit while he chatted away.
Applied to another job. Yes, more research. I might have to review my neuro notes. Ugh.
New characters from the city today: an old man who crapped his pants on the MUNI, and this brunette curly-haired girl who hugged me really hard on the street.
The hamburger meat for dinner tonight was bland. I think the place was called Flipper's. Everything else was okay. A little too much cheese for my liking. The French fries were decent until they got colder.
I went up to the city to attend some classes. Didn't happen. Hopefully they won't mind if I go next week.
I just received an email entirely in Chinese from Air China. I suppose it's from the time that I wrote down my email address when I flew over to Asia with my cousins. I cannot read ANY of it.
Reduction. Unsubscribing from a lot of blogs since I don't read most of them in my RSS feed. For example, this odd character of Fin de Siecle who does not consistently blog.
These events are out of order, by the way. I skipped classes to meet up with Clare for my second lunch of the day. My first tasting of French food. It tasted American. I also suggested to Clare that we watch Balls of Fury, but he refused. Asshole.
Then we met up with Drab for something. Coffee I suppose. Clare ordered a chocolate eclair. Something about eating a phallic object filled with cream disturbs me. The other time I had Siamese with Drab. I suppose his mouth waters a lot or something, but at one point during the conversation, my eyes were drawn toward this piece of saliva that jumped out of his mouth onto his long-sleeved shirt. My eyes were focused on that bubble of spit while he chatted away.
Applied to another job. Yes, more research. I might have to review my neuro notes. Ugh.
8.29.2007
hair me out
get a roll of quarters? But I was trying to break a benjamin.
SO GLAD to be moving out! I'm leaving Mountain View by this Saturday. I told Clare I would leave no matter what.
I also asked my cousin and brother to help me move out of the place if I were to go back to LA, and they told me no! They asked if I could take a bus instead with all 4 luggages and boxes!
I was riding the MUNI today to school, and this girl kept sliding her hand up towards mine, trying to hog the entire pole. I didn't know strippers worked this early in the morning.
Revised theory- getting what you want depends on the age of the asian people. Speaking cantonese/mandarin to a 40-ish woman with red highlights and a jean vest: doesn't work. Speaking the same languages to a rotund, woman with graying hair and some missing teeth: yes! I suppose they don't see too many kids nowadays that can get by with minimal cantonese.
I may be coming down with something. I think I'm feeling emotions again.
I went to 4 classes today, to see if I wanted to take any more classes. The cellular neuro class was interesting along with molecular genetics. There were so many people signed up for microbio that people had to sit on the floors. I'm going to try out virology and developmental bio tomorrow. Not going to wait for any job offers when I can be productive.
I had a civilized conversation with my brother the other night. I had a conversation with him, period. First time in, ever? He actually said he was worried about what I'm going to do with my life.
SO GLAD to be moving out! I'm leaving Mountain View by this Saturday. I told Clare I would leave no matter what.
I also asked my cousin and brother to help me move out of the place if I were to go back to LA, and they told me no! They asked if I could take a bus instead with all 4 luggages and boxes!
I was riding the MUNI today to school, and this girl kept sliding her hand up towards mine, trying to hog the entire pole. I didn't know strippers worked this early in the morning.
Revised theory- getting what you want depends on the age of the asian people. Speaking cantonese/mandarin to a 40-ish woman with red highlights and a jean vest: doesn't work. Speaking the same languages to a rotund, woman with graying hair and some missing teeth: yes! I suppose they don't see too many kids nowadays that can get by with minimal cantonese.
I may be coming down with something. I think I'm feeling emotions again.
I went to 4 classes today, to see if I wanted to take any more classes. The cellular neuro class was interesting along with molecular genetics. There were so many people signed up for microbio that people had to sit on the floors. I'm going to try out virology and developmental bio tomorrow. Not going to wait for any job offers when I can be productive.
I had a civilized conversation with my brother the other night. I had a conversation with him, period. First time in, ever? He actually said he was worried about what I'm going to do with my life.
won-ton-house
I don't know why a restaurant needs to put that many hyphens in a name.
Racist- check. Prone to popular religious rituals- check.
Noriega, Taraval, Irving, Clement. Tiny strips/streets of China & co. I'm going to make my way down all of them.
There was a cute kid today at the 28 bus stop. She was imitating the faces that I made. Then she touched the bus stop with her hands. Gross. I feel like it would be faster taking the N-Judah line to West Portal, and then taking the L-Taraval to get to somewhere down 19th versus taking the 28 bus directly down 19th Ave. People just like stopping at EVERY single street along that major highway.
So maybe I'll have to look past the outside of apartments. Most of these places in SF are hideous. I'll just have to do something about the inside. The weather was unbearably hot today, and I was walking long stretches up and down 19th. No running into Drab. Thank god. Although he still managed to ruin my day when I was reading Me Talk Pretty One Day. I knew the ending to the story about the rape charge before since he told it to me over dinner last night. Ugh. Read it, Janey. I guess.
Yeah, after the second pack of gushers, I just threw the rest of it away into some trashcan in the mall downtown.
Next book: Golden Compass or East of Eden.
Exhausted. Have to wake up early again.
Racist- check. Prone to popular religious rituals- check.
Noriega, Taraval, Irving, Clement. Tiny strips/streets of China & co. I'm going to make my way down all of them.
There was a cute kid today at the 28 bus stop. She was imitating the faces that I made. Then she touched the bus stop with her hands. Gross. I feel like it would be faster taking the N-Judah line to West Portal, and then taking the L-Taraval to get to somewhere down 19th versus taking the 28 bus directly down 19th Ave. People just like stopping at EVERY single street along that major highway.
So maybe I'll have to look past the outside of apartments. Most of these places in SF are hideous. I'll just have to do something about the inside. The weather was unbearably hot today, and I was walking long stretches up and down 19th. No running into Drab. Thank god. Although he still managed to ruin my day when I was reading Me Talk Pretty One Day. I knew the ending to the story about the rape charge before since he told it to me over dinner last night. Ugh. Read it, Janey. I guess.
Yeah, after the second pack of gushers, I just threw the rest of it away into some trashcan in the mall downtown.
Next book: Golden Compass or East of Eden.
Exhausted. Have to wake up early again.
8.28.2007
jewess
I thought it was a shortening of Jewish princess. Apparently it's a derogatory term.
Okay, okay, I'll talk to Leigh-ugh. I liked the outfit she wore the other day even though I can't remember it? I enjoyed her explanation of the huge discrepancy in awesomeness between Drab and Doc Fondles?
Won't make me eat any more? I didn't even get a chance to eat any in the first place! The only thing I was thinking about later on was that I wish I had a Corona.
This is weird. Immediate responses to my blog from people reading it in Berkeley while I'm in Mountain View.
Live in SF- BAH!
Okay, okay, I'll talk to Leigh-ugh. I liked the outfit she wore the other day even though I can't remember it? I enjoyed her explanation of the huge discrepancy in awesomeness between Drab and Doc Fondles?
Won't make me eat any more? I didn't even get a chance to eat any in the first place! The only thing I was thinking about later on was that I wish I had a Corona.
This is weird. Immediate responses to my blog from people reading it in Berkeley while I'm in Mountain View.
Live in SF- BAH!
8.27.2007
siamese cuisine
Mixed peppercorns?!
More searching. For what, I don't know. The recurring theme is weird people.
I bought a 6-pack box of Gushers so that I could break a bill into change that I could use for the Muni.
I think I was having another live dream today where Drab called me wanting to have lunch but then never having lunch. I was also seeing things, as this tall, pale white boy stuck out like a sore thumb along the China strip that is Irving from 19th to 26th Ave.
The idea for today was to try different things. Different food. I was walking along, having a vietnamese sandwich from one store, baked goods (hot dog and spring onion bun, pineapple bun with taro filling, bbq pork bun), siamese food. Most of them weren't satisfying except for the baguette. It could use a little more vegetable, yet the old lady who runs the place and makes the sandwiches is cute.
I refuse to believe that I look 19. Denial.
Almost done with Me Talk Pretty One Day. Next would be East of Eden or the Golden Compass.
Sometimes children can be very insightful, even with their limited vocabulary before they hit the teens.
More searching. For what, I don't know. The recurring theme is weird people.
I bought a 6-pack box of Gushers so that I could break a bill into change that I could use for the Muni.
I think I was having another live dream today where Drab called me wanting to have lunch but then never having lunch. I was also seeing things, as this tall, pale white boy stuck out like a sore thumb along the China strip that is Irving from 19th to 26th Ave.
The idea for today was to try different things. Different food. I was walking along, having a vietnamese sandwich from one store, baked goods (hot dog and spring onion bun, pineapple bun with taro filling, bbq pork bun), siamese food. Most of them weren't satisfying except for the baguette. It could use a little more vegetable, yet the old lady who runs the place and makes the sandwiches is cute.
I refuse to believe that I look 19. Denial.
Almost done with Me Talk Pretty One Day. Next would be East of Eden or the Golden Compass.
Sometimes children can be very insightful, even with their limited vocabulary before they hit the teens.
chan clan
I'm hoping I can settle things by tomorrow. It all depends on one little asian lady. Why is it that the Asian women handle all the apartment businesses in SF while their husbands just tag along or are forced to maintain the place? Maybe it's an advantage to know Cantonese/Mandarin when dealing with Asian landlords deciding on whom to rent out their place.
Perhaps Claremont is right in that I am an old Asian woman. Judgmental, likes to play mah jong, and some other things relating to aversion to sexual behavior.
I would compare this endless search for an apartment to a premed girl who hasn't slept in 48 hours, breaks down, and cries. I wouldn't be crying, though, unless I were laughing really hard.
Zodiac tonight. Perhaps I should get a netflix subscription. Weekend treats. First I should figure out what to do with my life, no?
Do they take American Express in most stores? What about Discover/Novus?
The flavor about a home-cooked meal that lingers in the mouth. It doesn't really have to be magically delicious, but something's there.
Crossing my fingers for tomorrow- signed, sealed, delivered.
Perhaps Claremont is right in that I am an old Asian woman. Judgmental, likes to play mah jong, and some other things relating to aversion to sexual behavior.
I would compare this endless search for an apartment to a premed girl who hasn't slept in 48 hours, breaks down, and cries. I wouldn't be crying, though, unless I were laughing really hard.
Zodiac tonight. Perhaps I should get a netflix subscription. Weekend treats. First I should figure out what to do with my life, no?
Do they take American Express in most stores? What about Discover/Novus?
The flavor about a home-cooked meal that lingers in the mouth. It doesn't really have to be magically delicious, but something's there.
Crossing my fingers for tomorrow- signed, sealed, delivered.
8.26.2007
art tits and art holes
Drab arrived in Berkeley last night. My initial reaction after seeing him? I wanted to cut his hair on the back of his head.
I woke up after 4 hours of sleep. I went to the city.
Out of all the coffee places to go to, I decided to go to Starbucks and try their Cinnamon Dolce Latte. It tasted familiar.
I was taking the N-Judah. I thought about drab for a moment and hallucinated a mirage. I imagined this tall white boy walking down 9th onto Irving into Tart to Tart or some store with a bike sign.
This guy sitting on the train next to me had his arm brushed up against mine. I kept scooting over towards the window.
Tried NetNewsWire lite. Didn't like it. How can I flag any articles to save them for future viewing? I switched back to Vienna.
I'm feeling dizzy right now. My head is spinning for some reason. Going to stop writing.
I woke up after 4 hours of sleep. I went to the city.
Out of all the coffee places to go to, I decided to go to Starbucks and try their Cinnamon Dolce Latte. It tasted familiar.
I was taking the N-Judah. I thought about drab for a moment and hallucinated a mirage. I imagined this tall white boy walking down 9th onto Irving into Tart to Tart or some store with a bike sign.
This guy sitting on the train next to me had his arm brushed up against mine. I kept scooting over towards the window.
Tried NetNewsWire lite. Didn't like it. How can I flag any articles to save them for future viewing? I switched back to Vienna.
I'm feeling dizzy right now. My head is spinning for some reason. Going to stop writing.
8.25.2007
diversity training
The city- good place to shove diversity into people's faces. Particularly mine.
Morning- guy rolling up a blunt while crouching by some store near Union Square.
Some day ago- guy blaring music out of his car while he sings and does some rapper hand gestures. Music? Fred Durst, Limp Bizkit. "It's my way, my way or the highway!" Please, get on that highway out of this town.
Afternoon- large differently-abled man in a wheelchair causes the bus to stall while the ramp loads him up onto the bus. Everyone is moved to the back of the bus. Also on the bus, this guy on his cell phone talked to his friend loudly about how he smoked so many bowls, took so many hits, that he got "fucked up" the next morning.
Night- on the CalTrain back to the Claremont, these fat ass bitches are getting rowdy on the traincar that I was in. They start having a dance battle, talking loudly, annoying the hell out of me. First of all, you can't dance, so stop before you hurt yourself. They were saying, "You got served," to each other. The only thing they were serving was their own humiliation. They should also stop serving themselves food from the look of things. I would have given them the birdie, but perhaps that finger may have better been used to stick it down their throats so that they can throw up since their diet is obviously not working for them.
Perhaps I'm mean because I'm tired. Perhaps not.
There's this jacket from Diesel that I want. It costs $320.00. I'll think about it for a while. I could get so many more articles from a secondhand store, like a raspberry beret.
Morning- guy rolling up a blunt while crouching by some store near Union Square.
Some day ago- guy blaring music out of his car while he sings and does some rapper hand gestures. Music? Fred Durst, Limp Bizkit. "It's my way, my way or the highway!" Please, get on that highway out of this town.
Afternoon- large differently-abled man in a wheelchair causes the bus to stall while the ramp loads him up onto the bus. Everyone is moved to the back of the bus. Also on the bus, this guy on his cell phone talked to his friend loudly about how he smoked so many bowls, took so many hits, that he got "fucked up" the next morning.
Night- on the CalTrain back to the Claremont, these fat ass bitches are getting rowdy on the traincar that I was in. They start having a dance battle, talking loudly, annoying the hell out of me. First of all, you can't dance, so stop before you hurt yourself. They were saying, "You got served," to each other. The only thing they were serving was their own humiliation. They should also stop serving themselves food from the look of things. I would have given them the birdie, but perhaps that finger may have better been used to stick it down their throats so that they can throw up since their diet is obviously not working for them.
Perhaps I'm mean because I'm tired. Perhaps not.
There's this jacket from Diesel that I want. It costs $320.00. I'll think about it for a while. I could get so many more articles from a secondhand store, like a raspberry beret.
8.23.2007
topping
yeah, yeah, good job on the A's, but I still don't think that I care about making grades, good or bad. So much for not being indifferent. Grades are empty to me, like my stomach.
But I like cold weather. And I'm fine with people not talking to me. Problems usually start when people around me start talking. Peace and quiet is nice.
Sure, SF's the best place for singles that are LOOKING. What's the number 1 place for singles who want to stay single and not meet anyone.
I've also decided to try NetNewsWire Lite. Does it flag articles as well?
Yes, 2 GB's of RAM is excellent.
I'm going shopping with Clare in Mountain View. I guess I'll be able to see how their malls here are.
I'm tired of searching and waiting. I wonder if this is how Christians feel about the second coming or waiting for an answer from God.
But I like cold weather. And I'm fine with people not talking to me. Problems usually start when people around me start talking. Peace and quiet is nice.
Sure, SF's the best place for singles that are LOOKING. What's the number 1 place for singles who want to stay single and not meet anyone.
I've also decided to try NetNewsWire Lite. Does it flag articles as well?
Yes, 2 GB's of RAM is excellent.
I'm going shopping with Clare in Mountain View. I guess I'll be able to see how their malls here are.
I'm tired of searching and waiting. I wonder if this is how Christians feel about the second coming or waiting for an answer from God.
brown cow
and why wouldn't I like Maryland?
I took the CalTrain up to the city. AGAIN. The ride was ok this time around. More people since it's the weekday. I noticed this guy again, though, that rode it yesterday to Redwood City.
I had Subway for lunch since it was at the San Francisco station, and I wasn't sure if I would have made it to the opening on time.
I can't believe that many people want to watch the Giants play.
I made copies of my parents' credit report at the UPS store. The guy helped me out with it, staple sorting, black and white. He also gave me a discount. There was also a thrift store along the way around Church that I wanted to look at. Too tired to organize my disorganized thoughts.
I really don't want to move furniture up 3 flights of stairs again.
I've always had a crush on Michelle Pfeiffer since her role as Catwoman in Batman Returns. Maybe that's why I want to watch Stardust? Entertainment magazine recommends it even though it only raked in 9 million at the box office. It could always do better on DVD sales like Sandra Bullock's Premonition.
I got three A's for the summer. That's it.
Craigslist personals- HILARIOUS.
Top Chef. tired. bye.
I took the CalTrain up to the city. AGAIN. The ride was ok this time around. More people since it's the weekday. I noticed this guy again, though, that rode it yesterday to Redwood City.
I had Subway for lunch since it was at the San Francisco station, and I wasn't sure if I would have made it to the opening on time.
I can't believe that many people want to watch the Giants play.
I made copies of my parents' credit report at the UPS store. The guy helped me out with it, staple sorting, black and white. He also gave me a discount. There was also a thrift store along the way around Church that I wanted to look at. Too tired to organize my disorganized thoughts.
I really don't want to move furniture up 3 flights of stairs again.
I've always had a crush on Michelle Pfeiffer since her role as Catwoman in Batman Returns. Maybe that's why I want to watch Stardust? Entertainment magazine recommends it even though it only raked in 9 million at the box office. It could always do better on DVD sales like Sandra Bullock's Premonition.
I got three A's for the summer. That's it.
Craigslist personals- HILARIOUS.
Top Chef. tired. bye.
8.21.2007
blind mice
perhaps it was good that that asshole roger didn't hand over the lease to me. it gives me more of a reason to move down to LA and avoid people up here.
yes. yay NIH. and yes. Clare as Principal Skinner. "motherrrrr"
I'm fine. I'm don't like doing hard time, like Clare. That ho. Nothing about me is hard except for the calluses on my toes.
no no no. I'm no longer in contact with those people at the state school. I'm mainly in contact with Clare and Clare's mother. and San Franciscans.
Yes, I enjoy the intellect of Rice friends, not their bisexuality. HAHA, perhaps I WILL call, but I won't be crying. I will be doing the usual complaining/being bitter.
Bankrupting your parents, eh? I suppose I may do that if I'm too reluctant to live with roommates.
Clare's out with friends, and I'm at his place chilling with his mommy dearest. Watching some Shanghai Bund, whoo!
Amber Cafe. ok. I need to eat at the French Laundry before I leave.
The air mattress is unusually comfortable. I had a dream the other night about doing a project on Angelina Jolie. Some construction paper montage.
I don't plan things. Perhaps that's why I'm getting angry every time I go up to the city.
yes. yay NIH. and yes. Clare as Principal Skinner. "motherrrrr"
I'm fine. I'm don't like doing hard time, like Clare. That ho. Nothing about me is hard except for the calluses on my toes.
no no no. I'm no longer in contact with those people at the state school. I'm mainly in contact with Clare and Clare's mother. and San Franciscans.
Yes, I enjoy the intellect of Rice friends, not their bisexuality. HAHA, perhaps I WILL call, but I won't be crying. I will be doing the usual complaining/being bitter.
Bankrupting your parents, eh? I suppose I may do that if I'm too reluctant to live with roommates.
Clare's out with friends, and I'm at his place chilling with his mommy dearest. Watching some Shanghai Bund, whoo!
Amber Cafe. ok. I need to eat at the French Laundry before I leave.
The air mattress is unusually comfortable. I had a dream the other night about doing a project on Angelina Jolie. Some construction paper montage.
I don't plan things. Perhaps that's why I'm getting angry every time I go up to the city.
clam chowda
birthday. Jalto.
The more I think about it, the more I realize California isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Every day, I lean more and more towards the side where I really don't like anybody in California except for my family. Don't like a lot of people from the Bay Area. Don't like a lot of people from SoCal. Most of my fond memories from childhood stemmed mainly from the times that I spent with my relatives. So far, everybody else has been pissing me off lately, so I'd rather not deal with people for the time being.
Either I'm not ready, or I don't want science to define my entire life. I want to do everything. I want to travel the world. Helping people, and broadening my knowledge is fine and all, but I don't feel obligated to do such a thing. I'd rather not be defined by such limited terms.
Sure my life may be in disarray, but I don't have a problem with that. It's only when people expect things from you during this phase that annoys the hell out of me. I don't have time to deal with you when I haven't resolved my issues yet. What made you think that I was selfless or nice in the first place? What, so it's fine for me to schedule my life around yours because you're productive/busy, but it's not ok for me due to my own circumstances? Fuck off.
Some kid was blocking the exit at the Japanese restaurant tonight, not allowing Clare and his mother to pass. So I snatched the piece of paper, with his ballpoint pen drawings, out of his hands on top of his head.
The more I think about it, the more I realize California isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Every day, I lean more and more towards the side where I really don't like anybody in California except for my family. Don't like a lot of people from the Bay Area. Don't like a lot of people from SoCal. Most of my fond memories from childhood stemmed mainly from the times that I spent with my relatives. So far, everybody else has been pissing me off lately, so I'd rather not deal with people for the time being.
Either I'm not ready, or I don't want science to define my entire life. I want to do everything. I want to travel the world. Helping people, and broadening my knowledge is fine and all, but I don't feel obligated to do such a thing. I'd rather not be defined by such limited terms.
Sure my life may be in disarray, but I don't have a problem with that. It's only when people expect things from you during this phase that annoys the hell out of me. I don't have time to deal with you when I haven't resolved my issues yet. What made you think that I was selfless or nice in the first place? What, so it's fine for me to schedule my life around yours because you're productive/busy, but it's not ok for me due to my own circumstances? Fuck off.
Some kid was blocking the exit at the Japanese restaurant tonight, not allowing Clare and his mother to pass. So I snatched the piece of paper, with his ballpoint pen drawings, out of his hands on top of his head.
8.20.2007
pigs in a blanket
I need to get out of here!
Day 2 at the Yung's. Sure his mom is nice and everything. I just like being alone! AH!
Alone and minimalist when it comes to furniture/ornamentation.
Clare and his mother getting along well. A little too well. If my mother and I had a relationship like that, like we were best buds? No. I would never allow that to happen. It would be very weird.
I didn't go anywhere today. I applied to jobs in LA. I'm considering jobs at NIH, even though it's pretty late in the year.
There was a point during the night where I saw Clare getting ready for dinner, and he was having a chat with his mother about something. For a brief instant that image froze in my head, and I felt like half-laughing and half-worried about this possible future: Clare living with his mother well into his old age. Maybe it was the cardigan that set off that feeling. The only thing missing would be a balding Clare. Perhaps a Seymour Skinner and his mother type of scenario?
Korean last night. Japanese tonight. Their rice was mildly sweet. Not bad. I'm still hungry. I don't feel like eating my heart out, or "going nuts" as Clare states, only because his mom keeps paying for every meal.
Out to the city tomorrow. Hopefully it be as horrible as on Sunday, a day of unrest.
My parents are annoying me. Again.
Day 2 at the Yung's. Sure his mom is nice and everything. I just like being alone! AH!
Alone and minimalist when it comes to furniture/ornamentation.
Clare and his mother getting along well. A little too well. If my mother and I had a relationship like that, like we were best buds? No. I would never allow that to happen. It would be very weird.
I didn't go anywhere today. I applied to jobs in LA. I'm considering jobs at NIH, even though it's pretty late in the year.
There was a point during the night where I saw Clare getting ready for dinner, and he was having a chat with his mother about something. For a brief instant that image froze in my head, and I felt like half-laughing and half-worried about this possible future: Clare living with his mother well into his old age. Maybe it was the cardigan that set off that feeling. The only thing missing would be a balding Clare. Perhaps a Seymour Skinner and his mother type of scenario?
Korean last night. Japanese tonight. Their rice was mildly sweet. Not bad. I'm still hungry. I don't feel like eating my heart out, or "going nuts" as Clare states, only because his mom keeps paying for every meal.
Out to the city tomorrow. Hopefully it be as horrible as on Sunday, a day of unrest.
My parents are annoying me. Again.
8.19.2007
tale of one city
I hate San Franciscans. All of them should move out, and everybody else should move in.
Keepin' It Real: I accidentally stepped on a black guy's foot at La Salsa, saying sorry afterwards, and he proceeds to shout, "EXCUSE ME?!" I turned and said, "What?" He then said,"Aren't you going to say excuse me?!" I proceeded to tell him I already said sorry, and then stabbed him. I would have if I had a knife. That's what would have happened if I reacted like he did- take offense to some tiny little detail. Maybe he should stop playing his music so loudly all the time, then he'd actually be able to hear my apology (Yeah, so I'm stereotyping- he basically matched the stereotype that I hope I wouldn't see in a black person). After I told him that I already said sorry, he then said," Oh, I didn't hear you. Must be the machines or somethin'." YEAH, MUST BE THAT.
Against my better judgment, I decided to use a public restroom in the city, even though I swore that I wouldn't use one until I got back to Clare's place, where I know for sure that the bathroom is clean, and I knew that I would feel clean after using the bathroom. People don't listen when they need to use the restroom. They keep knocking and trying to unlock the door, all while you say, "Yes?", "Hello?", and "What do you want?" What happens then? You're standing there exposed with your pants down.
I tried to be nice and pay my fare for the MUNI. The machines upstairs were broken, and the next N line was arriving in 2 minutes, so I decided to go downstairs and pay in the train. The guy driving the train, before giving me my ticket, started lecturing me about how I should get a ticket upstairs next time or else I would get fined. Before this MUNI arrived, a previous one had this driver who was sleeping on the job.
After I got off the N line at 4th & King/Caltrain, I was walking down the platform so that I could reach the crosswalk. This girl standing in the middle of the platform then started walking towards the end of the platform, where the yellow band cautions you to step away so that your face doesn't end up on the windows of the train. Her friend told her to watch out, by that meaning watch out for me since I was going to walk past her. She wasn't listening. Since she kept walking, I raised my right arm with my hand planted so that if she walked into me, I would have pushed her face so that she'd fall back, I would laugh, and she would learn her lesson. Her face and my hand never had the proper introduction- maybe next time.
I rode the CalTrain. The ride back was a good end to the day, at 5 in the afternoon. The air conditioning was blasting, people weren't talking. Peace and quiet.
Clare's house is surprisingly MORE Asian than mine. I also get to see his nasty bad habits, one of them including the terrible TV show that he watches. HAHAHA!
Keepin' It Real: I accidentally stepped on a black guy's foot at La Salsa, saying sorry afterwards, and he proceeds to shout, "EXCUSE ME?!" I turned and said, "What?" He then said,"Aren't you going to say excuse me?!" I proceeded to tell him I already said sorry, and then stabbed him. I would have if I had a knife. That's what would have happened if I reacted like he did- take offense to some tiny little detail. Maybe he should stop playing his music so loudly all the time, then he'd actually be able to hear my apology (Yeah, so I'm stereotyping- he basically matched the stereotype that I hope I wouldn't see in a black person). After I told him that I already said sorry, he then said," Oh, I didn't hear you. Must be the machines or somethin'." YEAH, MUST BE THAT.
Against my better judgment, I decided to use a public restroom in the city, even though I swore that I wouldn't use one until I got back to Clare's place, where I know for sure that the bathroom is clean, and I knew that I would feel clean after using the bathroom. People don't listen when they need to use the restroom. They keep knocking and trying to unlock the door, all while you say, "Yes?", "Hello?", and "What do you want?" What happens then? You're standing there exposed with your pants down.
I tried to be nice and pay my fare for the MUNI. The machines upstairs were broken, and the next N line was arriving in 2 minutes, so I decided to go downstairs and pay in the train. The guy driving the train, before giving me my ticket, started lecturing me about how I should get a ticket upstairs next time or else I would get fined. Before this MUNI arrived, a previous one had this driver who was sleeping on the job.
After I got off the N line at 4th & King/Caltrain, I was walking down the platform so that I could reach the crosswalk. This girl standing in the middle of the platform then started walking towards the end of the platform, where the yellow band cautions you to step away so that your face doesn't end up on the windows of the train. Her friend told her to watch out, by that meaning watch out for me since I was going to walk past her. She wasn't listening. Since she kept walking, I raised my right arm with my hand planted so that if she walked into me, I would have pushed her face so that she'd fall back, I would laugh, and she would learn her lesson. Her face and my hand never had the proper introduction- maybe next time.
I rode the CalTrain. The ride back was a good end to the day, at 5 in the afternoon. The air conditioning was blasting, people weren't talking. Peace and quiet.
Clare's house is surprisingly MORE Asian than mine. I also get to see his nasty bad habits, one of them including the terrible TV show that he watches. HAHAHA!
8.17.2007
backdoor sluts
There was another part to my dream, before the fight.
I was having a threesome sex with two girls. I was using a condom. I can protect myself from an STD, yet I can't protect myself from having these dirty dreams.
I got bored by both of them after a while. Even in my dreams, I get bored by sex.
what's wrong with me?? I think I'm becoming human. That, or moving from asexuality to heterosexuality.
FUCK! How did I accumulate so much shit over one summer?! 4 boxes, and 4 sets of luggage. What the hell?! I blame this on my overbearing mother.
I was having a threesome sex with two girls. I was using a condom. I can protect myself from an STD, yet I can't protect myself from having these dirty dreams.
I got bored by both of them after a while. Even in my dreams, I get bored by sex.
what's wrong with me?? I think I'm becoming human. That, or moving from asexuality to heterosexuality.
FUCK! How did I accumulate so much shit over one summer?! 4 boxes, and 4 sets of luggage. What the hell?! I blame this on my overbearing mother.
Luck of the Irish
whoo, two A's for the summer. I have to wait for the last class.
walking around the city again today. no time for posts. ciao.
PIs are so nice when it comes to writing letters of recommendation for you. I thought Dr. Tao wouldn't be able to write anything good for me, but she was more than willing to help. The lady I interviewed with a few days ago wanted me to obtain a letter from her, but I was afraid she couldn't write anything since I only researched under her for a semester. Getting a letter from someone nominated as Top 10 most influential Chinese in the world and winner of the "You Bring Charm to the World" Award in China should help, yes?
My parents are still ruling over me. They don't want me living near 黑人。They're so Asian. Even one of Clare's friend's parents asked the same question. Jesus.
I think I'll want to visit LA for another week.
I emailed the volunteer coordinator at Texas Children's that I was going to return my badge. I should do that soon.
I met a girl yesterday- her name's Edele. 19. Irish. Staying in San Francisco for the summer since her sister's a law student here. She might come back to the States since she enjoyed it so much, but she's not sure if her college has a program for studying abroad here. Took me three tries before, no wait, I never correctly guessed her accent.
Are we still supposed to be receiving emails from the Jones listserv, or any other clubs for that matter?
OH YEAH I can learn how to use my manga software today! That, or finish the 4 books I have left. Decisions.
My dream last night: Me against some other person, trying to rescue a little girl. It happened in the house I lived in as a kid. We were throwing some types of needles. Like acupuncture needles, but thicker. I would be hitting him, but whenever a needle hit me, I could see it dig into my skin. Or it wouldn't be a deep cut- it would go in and out of my skin, like someone trying to pop a blister with a pin. I would constantly be pulling those needles out of my skin- every last one of them. The other guy would be pulling them out, too, as soon as one of mine dug into him. The needle fight lasted for a while. Boring dream.
walking around the city again today. no time for posts. ciao.
PIs are so nice when it comes to writing letters of recommendation for you. I thought Dr. Tao wouldn't be able to write anything good for me, but she was more than willing to help. The lady I interviewed with a few days ago wanted me to obtain a letter from her, but I was afraid she couldn't write anything since I only researched under her for a semester. Getting a letter from someone nominated as Top 10 most influential Chinese in the world and winner of the "You Bring Charm to the World" Award in China should help, yes?
My parents are still ruling over me. They don't want me living near 黑人。They're so Asian. Even one of Clare's friend's parents asked the same question. Jesus.
I think I'll want to visit LA for another week.
I emailed the volunteer coordinator at Texas Children's that I was going to return my badge. I should do that soon.
I met a girl yesterday- her name's Edele. 19. Irish. Staying in San Francisco for the summer since her sister's a law student here. She might come back to the States since she enjoyed it so much, but she's not sure if her college has a program for studying abroad here. Took me three tries before, no wait, I never correctly guessed her accent.
Are we still supposed to be receiving emails from the Jones listserv, or any other clubs for that matter?
OH YEAH I can learn how to use my manga software today! That, or finish the 4 books I have left. Decisions.
My dream last night: Me against some other person, trying to rescue a little girl. It happened in the house I lived in as a kid. We were throwing some types of needles. Like acupuncture needles, but thicker. I would be hitting him, but whenever a needle hit me, I could see it dig into my skin. Or it wouldn't be a deep cut- it would go in and out of my skin, like someone trying to pop a blister with a pin. I would constantly be pulling those needles out of my skin- every last one of them. The other guy would be pulling them out, too, as soon as one of mine dug into him. The needle fight lasted for a while. Boring dream.
8.16.2007
tourist trap
No, I'd like to have that job. I'd get to make movies with chick eggs!
I make fun of Clare: instant karma. My cousin's in town with his girlfriend, and after deciding to go watch the Bourne Ultimatum by myself, he texted me asking where I was. We met up, and his girlfriend wanted to walk along Fisherman's Wharf and eat one of those bread bowls from Boudin. I was stuck doing touristy shit for the rest of the afternoon/night.
I introduced him to the Muni and BART, which we both took today, after his girlfriend started complaining about having to walk so far.
Jason Bourne- better name than David Webb. --wait a second, is the stardust novel a good read, Janey?-- The movie was as good as the other three. Just too much camera shaking. Julia Stiles' hair was nice- it shaped her face well. I usually don't think of her as an attractive woman.
I was fine hanging out with my cousin and his girlfriend. Me hanging out with couples is usually annoying, but they acted normal, no lovey-dovey shit around me. They only acted as a couple later in the night, when the girlfriend just got angry at the guy for no reason? Similar pattern in similar relationships. What is wrong with the girl? My cousin just told her to get her coffee so we could leave Starbucks and she got mad. Normally, I would enjoy seeing couples in distress, but I was then forced to sit in the car in a prolonged, awkward moment that lasted all the way to my apartment since my cousin volunteered to drop me off. I should have taken public transportation instead. He tried to hold her hand in the car, and she pushed his hand off. He shifted the gear into neutral, and she pushed his hand off the shift and pushed it back to D/3. There were more moments like those, but I won't talk about them.
I had a brief lapse of insanity. I was thinking that I might be more codependent than I appear to be. Then seeing my cousin and his relationship cleared my mind.
I'm done with schooling in San Francisco. Am I done with San Francisco?
I make fun of Clare: instant karma. My cousin's in town with his girlfriend, and after deciding to go watch the Bourne Ultimatum by myself, he texted me asking where I was. We met up, and his girlfriend wanted to walk along Fisherman's Wharf and eat one of those bread bowls from Boudin. I was stuck doing touristy shit for the rest of the afternoon/night.
I introduced him to the Muni and BART, which we both took today, after his girlfriend started complaining about having to walk so far.
Jason Bourne- better name than David Webb. --wait a second, is the stardust novel a good read, Janey?-- The movie was as good as the other three. Just too much camera shaking. Julia Stiles' hair was nice- it shaped her face well. I usually don't think of her as an attractive woman.
I was fine hanging out with my cousin and his girlfriend. Me hanging out with couples is usually annoying, but they acted normal, no lovey-dovey shit around me. They only acted as a couple later in the night, when the girlfriend just got angry at the guy for no reason? Similar pattern in similar relationships. What is wrong with the girl? My cousin just told her to get her coffee so we could leave Starbucks and she got mad. Normally, I would enjoy seeing couples in distress, but I was then forced to sit in the car in a prolonged, awkward moment that lasted all the way to my apartment since my cousin volunteered to drop me off. I should have taken public transportation instead. He tried to hold her hand in the car, and she pushed his hand off. He shifted the gear into neutral, and she pushed his hand off the shift and pushed it back to D/3. There were more moments like those, but I won't talk about them.
I had a brief lapse of insanity. I was thinking that I might be more codependent than I appear to be. Then seeing my cousin and his relationship cleared my mind.
I'm done with schooling in San Francisco. Am I done with San Francisco?
fad ass
This one ho was holding up the line when I was trying to order my meal. And then she held up the drink line when I was trying to get my soda. And she just kept walking in front of wherever I was headed next, probably just to annoy me.
Another couple the other day were holding hands, except at arms' length, taking up most of the street. Do couples think that because they're limbs are stuck together, that they deserve more walking space? They were fat already- that took up enough space.
I haven't been bitter in a while. I had to say the above, to make sure people don't thik that I'm getting soft, like a guy with erectile dysfunction.
I'm going downtown. Movies- Stardust [ ], Bourne Ultimatum [X], Hairspray [ ]. Sunshine [ ]. Then who knows?
I'm done with finals. I better see two more A's on my transcript.
Au revoir.
Another couple the other day were holding hands, except at arms' length, taking up most of the street. Do couples think that because they're limbs are stuck together, that they deserve more walking space? They were fat already- that took up enough space.
I haven't been bitter in a while. I had to say the above, to make sure people don't thik that I'm getting soft, like a guy with erectile dysfunction.
I'm going downtown. Movies- Stardust [ ], Bourne Ultimatum [X], Hairspray [ ]. Sunshine [ ]. Then who knows?
I'm done with finals. I better see two more A's on my transcript.
Au revoir.
24
I DID CALL MAGIC! They never answered the phone! Talk about magic- cheap parlor tricks and shitty service.
Almost done. All I did to study for this final was look at the tests and the review questions she asked in class. I didn't feel like trying for this final. Is that how it usually is during the semester? The effort just dwindles down to the last minute? Is it better to put in all your effort in the beginning and just coast near the end?
Is it possible to confuse attraction with envy/jealousy?
I should review a little more. And then hit downtown for eating/purchasing expensive things.
Almost done. All I did to study for this final was look at the tests and the review questions she asked in class. I didn't feel like trying for this final. Is that how it usually is during the semester? The effort just dwindles down to the last minute? Is it better to put in all your effort in the beginning and just coast near the end?
Is it possible to confuse attraction with envy/jealousy?
I should review a little more. And then hit downtown for eating/purchasing expensive things.
8.15.2007
monasteries
one more final to go. The final tonight wasn't too bad- I had no idea how to calculate map distances given alleles of 2 markers, but I suppose I did okay. I'm about 10 or so points above the cutoff for A's, and I think he's only giving around 8% of the people an A in the class. There's about 50-60 in there right now? Hmm, that's not too promising.
Tomorrow's final shouldn't be so bad. She practically gave us the questions in class. Perhaps I did study too much this summer, but I DID find a Carl's Jr. yesterday in the downtown area. I will definitely be chowing down at that hotspot, except not anytime soon.
Damn that Clare. I had NO idea that the muni doesn't run from Castro to West Portal after 9PM on weekdays. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I was sitting there studying what few papers I had for the final when I could have been at the apartment studying other papers. I was actually sitting there for an hour before I realized that no M lines were going to come. You apparently have to take the Castro shuttle to Castro and then take a shuttle above ground to West Portal, and THEN take the line you need to be on to get back to your apartment. What the hell?! So I ended up back home around 11PM.
Crap. I have to move out soon. Maybe I'll just hang out in LA for a while, have some more summer fun with my cousins before they start school.
Tomorrow's final shouldn't be so bad. She practically gave us the questions in class. Perhaps I did study too much this summer, but I DID find a Carl's Jr. yesterday in the downtown area. I will definitely be chowing down at that hotspot, except not anytime soon.
Damn that Clare. I had NO idea that the muni doesn't run from Castro to West Portal after 9PM on weekdays. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I was sitting there studying what few papers I had for the final when I could have been at the apartment studying other papers. I was actually sitting there for an hour before I realized that no M lines were going to come. You apparently have to take the Castro shuttle to Castro and then take a shuttle above ground to West Portal, and THEN take the line you need to be on to get back to your apartment. What the hell?! So I ended up back home around 11PM.
Crap. I have to move out soon. Maybe I'll just hang out in LA for a while, have some more summer fun with my cousins before they start school.
8.13.2007
interview
how exactly does an in-person interview differ from the phone interview, besides the obvious difference? If she's already asked me most of the questions over the phone, what else is there to ask?
Janey recommends that I dress up for the interview. Fine. I choose the Yakuza Boss #1 outfit: plain white dress shirt with thin black tie, black pants, black shoes. And a sword.
That a-hole forgot to call me for the phone interview today. Then again, I turned off my phone so that I would miss the call. Perhaps I wouldn't enjoy a position in that lab? He's asking if I want to have a phone interview tomorrow morning.
I started having fantasies in bed again.
My roommates moved out without telling me. OH WELL. First thing I did: dance around the room, and then eat a bowl a ramen.
OH MY! Apple-crisp instant oatmeal: MMM! I have yet to try the banana bread and cinnamon roll flavors.
Janey recommends that I dress up for the interview. Fine. I choose the Yakuza Boss #1 outfit: plain white dress shirt with thin black tie, black pants, black shoes. And a sword.
That a-hole forgot to call me for the phone interview today. Then again, I turned off my phone so that I would miss the call. Perhaps I wouldn't enjoy a position in that lab? He's asking if I want to have a phone interview tomorrow morning.
I started having fantasies in bed again.
My roommates moved out without telling me. OH WELL. First thing I did: dance around the room, and then eat a bowl a ramen.
OH MY! Apple-crisp instant oatmeal: MMM! I have yet to try the banana bread and cinnamon roll flavors.
8.12.2007
maple story
my cousin actually convinced his mom to pay $10 USD to purchase 2500 credits on some mmorpg. He also joined a guild that he thought was called agina. I then looked harder at the guild name printed under his character as he was traversing the 2D landscape, and next to agina was this embroidered, pink V next to it. He immediately quit the guild some time later, but I'm not sure why. He can eat at the restaurant all he wants. I don't care, but he is 10 years old.
Those emotional waves started crashing again, against the cliffs of my odd mind. I was sitting with my relatives and having thai food when all of a sudden my eyes started glazing over. Maybe it was the curry- too spicy?
I found the sweet spot for bowling strikes on Wii sports while over at my cousins' house. They have 3 flat screen TVs- talk about being spoiled. Although my cousin's sister does math problems for fun.
I had dim sum for lunch today. I wasn't particularly special, but having family there was fun. My grandfather ambled over to my table and placed his hands on my cousin's and my chair. I thought he was going to give me a speech or say some parting words, but instead he walked right around the table to steal the check from our table. He just wanted to pay for both tabs. Ugh, Asians. This never happens with F_1, 1st generation, Asians. Only the P generation that immigrated over here.
Those emotional waves started crashing again, against the cliffs of my odd mind. I was sitting with my relatives and having thai food when all of a sudden my eyes started glazing over. Maybe it was the curry- too spicy?
I found the sweet spot for bowling strikes on Wii sports while over at my cousins' house. They have 3 flat screen TVs- talk about being spoiled. Although my cousin's sister does math problems for fun.
I had dim sum for lunch today. I wasn't particularly special, but having family there was fun. My grandfather ambled over to my table and placed his hands on my cousin's and my chair. I thought he was going to give me a speech or say some parting words, but instead he walked right around the table to steal the check from our table. He just wanted to pay for both tabs. Ugh, Asians. This never happens with F_1, 1st generation, Asians. Only the P generation that immigrated over here.
LAXative
I'm back.
My phone doesn't get a signal back at my G's place. I got poorneel's voicemail/text message when I left for the airport today. We were supposed to hang out last night. Oops. Well, if things go as planned, I may be back in hot LA in a week.
Made my first round trip from Muni->BART->Airport and back. I am never doing that again because my back, shoulders, and arms are sore. That could possibly be because I don't exercise my upper body to lift heavy things on an irregular basis.
My cousins asked their mom/my aunt why I was leaving so quickly. They wanted me to stay down there longer and play with them. The only children I can tolerate are my cousins as of late. The others just annoy me, like the ones on the plane today because I mistakenly decided to sit in the back but didn't bother to look around me to see the company I was in.
LAX, or Southwest, sucks. Their computer system went down or something, so when I got there, there was a line for checking in with baggages. Whenever I travel I should never check anything in. After the queue outside, there was another line inside- the same line. It took me an hour to finally get through checking in and security. So I made it with half an hour to spare before the plane departed.
I'm going to dinner before the DC closes. Talk more later. or not.
I'm having hair withdrawal. I miss my hair.
My phone doesn't get a signal back at my G's place. I got poorneel's voicemail/text message when I left for the airport today. We were supposed to hang out last night. Oops. Well, if things go as planned, I may be back in hot LA in a week.
Made my first round trip from Muni->BART->Airport and back. I am never doing that again because my back, shoulders, and arms are sore. That could possibly be because I don't exercise my upper body to lift heavy things on an irregular basis.
My cousins asked their mom/my aunt why I was leaving so quickly. They wanted me to stay down there longer and play with them. The only children I can tolerate are my cousins as of late. The others just annoy me, like the ones on the plane today because I mistakenly decided to sit in the back but didn't bother to look around me to see the company I was in.
LAX, or Southwest, sucks. Their computer system went down or something, so when I got there, there was a line for checking in with baggages. Whenever I travel I should never check anything in. After the queue outside, there was another line inside- the same line. It took me an hour to finally get through checking in and security. So I made it with half an hour to spare before the plane departed.
I'm going to dinner before the DC closes. Talk more later. or not.
I'm having hair withdrawal. I miss my hair.
8.10.2007
little concubine
I am NOT obsessed with nuts guy. I simply put in the adequate amount of attention until a person's misfortunes befall upon himself in my presence.
My parents just keep calling, babbling on about apartments and forms that they have to sign and all this crap I don't feel like dealing with.
I need to find an apartment, but I probably shouldn't be signing anything since I don't have any idea if I actually have a job. What's the best option, a hotel?
I see my cousins, and I reflect on my past AIM experience from high school onward- most of it was definitely a waste of time. Unless it's informative, not much really needs to be said. Maybe that's why it works for office meetings.
My cousins and I saw Rush Hour 3. So the plot was terrible, and the action wasn't anything novel or outstanding. They had humor- jokes playing on a number of stereotypes. I also got the feeling they were trying to say something about Americans and the Iraq War.
Apparently you need two forms of I.D. to get a driver's license from another state. Neither of the two forms were in my possession in the morning.
After having received advice from Janey, I decided to cut my hair. My cousins took me to an Azn hair salon. Yes, I know, they usually make mistakes. This time: NO! I was actually quite pleased. I tipped him 5 dollars. I told him what I wanted, and he did as ordered. He made one slight adjustment, and it was a rather sound decision. No complaints. Now all I have to do is continue flying out here just to get haircuts from them. Besides preparing for my interview, it's another method of hiding myself in the crowd, since nobody's seen me with my new haircut except for my cousins. I like to play games. It's my thing. Let it go.
Shopping tomorrow? Go-karts? FUN! Well, not exactly the most thrilling time, but conveniently relaxing the few days before finals. I got a 100 on my third exam from one class.
My cousins are averse to thrift stores. I'm not sure why because comparatively they've been in a lower income bracket than the rest of the family since we were toddlers running around the house at Gramm's. Tonight, though, my cousin commented on how he liked my black long-sleeved shirt with the double-breast pockets and epullets.
Something is off about Clare's album cover for Drab's cd. I received it in a green cd case. I hate green. I'm green with anger.
My parents just keep calling, babbling on about apartments and forms that they have to sign and all this crap I don't feel like dealing with.
I need to find an apartment, but I probably shouldn't be signing anything since I don't have any idea if I actually have a job. What's the best option, a hotel?
I see my cousins, and I reflect on my past AIM experience from high school onward- most of it was definitely a waste of time. Unless it's informative, not much really needs to be said. Maybe that's why it works for office meetings.
My cousins and I saw Rush Hour 3. So the plot was terrible, and the action wasn't anything novel or outstanding. They had humor- jokes playing on a number of stereotypes. I also got the feeling they were trying to say something about Americans and the Iraq War.
Apparently you need two forms of I.D. to get a driver's license from another state. Neither of the two forms were in my possession in the morning.
After having received advice from Janey, I decided to cut my hair. My cousins took me to an Azn hair salon. Yes, I know, they usually make mistakes. This time: NO! I was actually quite pleased. I tipped him 5 dollars. I told him what I wanted, and he did as ordered. He made one slight adjustment, and it was a rather sound decision. No complaints. Now all I have to do is continue flying out here just to get haircuts from them. Besides preparing for my interview, it's another method of hiding myself in the crowd, since nobody's seen me with my new haircut except for my cousins. I like to play games. It's my thing. Let it go.
Shopping tomorrow? Go-karts? FUN! Well, not exactly the most thrilling time, but conveniently relaxing the few days before finals. I got a 100 on my third exam from one class.
My cousins are averse to thrift stores. I'm not sure why because comparatively they've been in a lower income bracket than the rest of the family since we were toddlers running around the house at Gramm's. Tonight, though, my cousin commented on how he liked my black long-sleeved shirt with the double-breast pockets and epullets.
Something is off about Clare's album cover for Drab's cd. I received it in a green cd case. I hate green. I'm green with anger.
City of Angels
The Devil hath arrived in Los Angeles.
There is no change shortage if you go to the BART station early and overpay your ticket in dollar bills.
I woke up late, missed my breakfast, and walked around downtown/Civic Center before taking the BART train to Colosseum. I got off and the AirBart was conveniently there waiting for me.
I embraced the shame at the airport bathroom. Nants would be proud.
Note: never wear Converse high-tops to the airport since you're going to have to take them off for transportation security inspection.
I was sitting in a seat putting my shoes back on, and this figure sits down next to me. She was also wearing a studded belt, but spray-painted pink, as well as converse high-tops. Her hair was naturally brown but streaked with red highlights while her face was set with geek-chic glasses. We bonded over the difficulty of those shoes- this being her 3rd time but still not having learned her lesson. She was going to Missouri, away from California. I asked her why. Family/home is there. I told her to enjoy her flight.
I ate a sandwich at the deli because I skipped lunch since I didn't know how many hours beforehand I have to be at the departure gate.
During the flight, I read more Murakami. What a dirty man. No wonder clare likes his books- so many dirty details. This guy has an erection after thinking about doing his woman and licking her taut nipples. Egh.
Also during the flight, this guy was creeping me out since he was constantly looking in my direction and writing notes in his journal. Neat handwriting, adidas sneakers, premature beard. He was a nut fiend, too. He had two bags of free peanuts and asked the flight attendant for more- turns out he ate 5 bags total. During one occasion, he dropped a nut on the plastic part of the seat under the armrest next to the cushion, and thinking nobody saw him, put the peanut in his mouth! EW! Who knows how many people/foreign objects touched that part of the seat.
He was also clumsy- he spilled his ginger ale on the floor between him and some other guy. He was in the aisle seat. I had to hold my book to my face because I started chuckling out loud again. Need to learn how to restrain myself.
My cousin and his girlfriend picked me up.
Dinner was MMMMMM SO SO GOOD! except my gram-mama's losing hair. one tiny mishap. otherwise, it was superb.
Another phone interview with a cancer researcher, applying to another position dealing with prions. Those things are dangerous- more dangerous than wearing Ugg boots on a sunny days.
Ugh, I can't go anywhere. All of you have taken over the west, east, and south. I have nowhere else to go but Canada, the land of Michael Moore!
There is no change shortage if you go to the BART station early and overpay your ticket in dollar bills.
I woke up late, missed my breakfast, and walked around downtown/Civic Center before taking the BART train to Colosseum. I got off and the AirBart was conveniently there waiting for me.
I embraced the shame at the airport bathroom. Nants would be proud.
Note: never wear Converse high-tops to the airport since you're going to have to take them off for transportation security inspection.
I was sitting in a seat putting my shoes back on, and this figure sits down next to me. She was also wearing a studded belt, but spray-painted pink, as well as converse high-tops. Her hair was naturally brown but streaked with red highlights while her face was set with geek-chic glasses. We bonded over the difficulty of those shoes- this being her 3rd time but still not having learned her lesson. She was going to Missouri, away from California. I asked her why. Family/home is there. I told her to enjoy her flight.
I ate a sandwich at the deli because I skipped lunch since I didn't know how many hours beforehand I have to be at the departure gate.
During the flight, I read more Murakami. What a dirty man. No wonder clare likes his books- so many dirty details. This guy has an erection after thinking about doing his woman and licking her taut nipples. Egh.
Also during the flight, this guy was creeping me out since he was constantly looking in my direction and writing notes in his journal. Neat handwriting, adidas sneakers, premature beard. He was a nut fiend, too. He had two bags of free peanuts and asked the flight attendant for more- turns out he ate 5 bags total. During one occasion, he dropped a nut on the plastic part of the seat under the armrest next to the cushion, and thinking nobody saw him, put the peanut in his mouth! EW! Who knows how many people/foreign objects touched that part of the seat.
He was also clumsy- he spilled his ginger ale on the floor between him and some other guy. He was in the aisle seat. I had to hold my book to my face because I started chuckling out loud again. Need to learn how to restrain myself.
My cousin and his girlfriend picked me up.
Dinner was MMMMMM SO SO GOOD! except my gram-mama's losing hair. one tiny mishap. otherwise, it was superb.
Another phone interview with a cancer researcher, applying to another position dealing with prions. Those things are dangerous- more dangerous than wearing Ugg boots on a sunny days.
Ugh, I can't go anywhere. All of you have taken over the west, east, and south. I have nowhere else to go but Canada, the land of Michael Moore!
8.08.2007
guy next door
Ugh, what am I going to do on the east coast?
A few articles of clothing. I used to be one of those kids that wore clothes for only a year before discarding them. Never gave them away to charity. They just sat in my closet collecting dust. It seems my cousins make use of those clothes now. I mostly wear things that fit to form but not too tightly. I don't know how anybody can be comfortable with an extra layer of skin. I'm not even comfortable in my own skin- I don't need to layer on any more awkwardness.
Even the interviewer lady agreed with poorneel that taking time off doing solely research or something just as productive is much better than taking classes to raise my GPA. Maybe they have a point. It'll depend on how smoothly the next interview goes, and if my references send their letters in by next week.
My cousin's bringing his girlfriend along with him when he comes up next week to help me move. That's going to be awkward. Well I first offered him the extra bed in my room, until he dropped that bomb on me. Yeah, definitely don't want to sleep in a room with couples, even if he's family.
MUNI->BART->AIRBART. What a hassle.
A few articles of clothing. I used to be one of those kids that wore clothes for only a year before discarding them. Never gave them away to charity. They just sat in my closet collecting dust. It seems my cousins make use of those clothes now. I mostly wear things that fit to form but not too tightly. I don't know how anybody can be comfortable with an extra layer of skin. I'm not even comfortable in my own skin- I don't need to layer on any more awkwardness.
Even the interviewer lady agreed with poorneel that taking time off doing solely research or something just as productive is much better than taking classes to raise my GPA. Maybe they have a point. It'll depend on how smoothly the next interview goes, and if my references send their letters in by next week.
My cousin's bringing his girlfriend along with him when he comes up next week to help me move. That's going to be awkward. Well I first offered him the extra bed in my room, until he dropped that bomb on me. Yeah, definitely don't want to sleep in a room with couples, even if he's family.
MUNI->BART->AIRBART. What a hassle.
kant or won't
i'm weird?! coming from the guy with transparent, rainbow-colored balls, HAH!
ignore posts "fresh fit" to "out of service." you know what lack of sleep and loading up on baked cheetos, newtons, and oatmeal squares can do to someone.
I get to interview in person next week. WHOO flying places!
Did you know that there are three programs in the U.S. where you can just skip the postdoc layover? You can just get PI status right out of grad school. Neat?
THERE IS. a shortage of change. in the service stations at the muni train stops, anyway. Both machines read: "out of service."
The afternoon interview: (>-_-)> <(^_^)> <(-_-<) dancing in my head. SUPAFREAK, she's SUPAFREAKAY! One drawback: not regular 9-5, sometimes weekends. Everything else: AH! 1st authorships, independent experiments, direct guidance, speaks english WELL, all research and NO bullshit organizing/ordering/cleaning. Many notes written down, except when I asked about her paper to show general interest, she didn't recite general details. Everything went over my head. "Hm." "Oh." "Right." "Yeah." "Neat."
I saw my roommate at dinner and decided to sit with him. We both instinctively said,"Long time no see!" I appeared excited to see him. God I hope I don't produce that reaction if I see Rice people again. Seeing Clare every time only makes me want to castrate him. Too horny for his own good- propositioning making out. GROSS!
What WAS stimulating was Immanuel Kant. This UCSF med student happened to post about him, and I was thinking about asking my philosopher roommate about him but never got around to it. I'm not sure why I'm still subscribe to UCSF blogs. Categorical imperative- that's the term that I forgot. I knew it was something imperative. Not imperative that I remember.
ignore posts "fresh fit" to "out of service." you know what lack of sleep and loading up on baked cheetos, newtons, and oatmeal squares can do to someone.
I get to interview in person next week. WHOO flying places!
Did you know that there are three programs in the U.S. where you can just skip the postdoc layover? You can just get PI status right out of grad school. Neat?
THERE IS. a shortage of change. in the service stations at the muni train stops, anyway. Both machines read: "out of service."
The afternoon interview: (>-_-)> <(^_^)> <(-_-<) dancing in my head. SUPAFREAK, she's SUPAFREAKAY! One drawback: not regular 9-5, sometimes weekends. Everything else: AH! 1st authorships, independent experiments, direct guidance, speaks english WELL, all research and NO bullshit organizing/ordering/cleaning. Many notes written down, except when I asked about her paper to show general interest, she didn't recite general details. Everything went over my head. "Hm." "Oh." "Right." "Yeah." "Neat."
I saw my roommate at dinner and decided to sit with him. We both instinctively said,"Long time no see!" I appeared excited to see him. God I hope I don't produce that reaction if I see Rice people again. Seeing Clare every time only makes me want to castrate him. Too horny for his own good- propositioning making out. GROSS!
What WAS stimulating was Immanuel Kant. This UCSF med student happened to post about him, and I was thinking about asking my philosopher roommate about him but never got around to it. I'm not sure why I'm still subscribe to UCSF blogs. Categorical imperative- that's the term that I forgot. I knew it was something imperative. Not imperative that I remember.
out of service
out of service?? FUCK!
I couldn't get on the muni because I didn't have exact change. Arcades- largely untapped potential, for getting quarters to take public transportation.
Nauseous. Hyperventilating. I'm better at freaking out and not caring than being composed for an interview.
Interview this afternoon with the postdoc. I hope she doesn't call me when I have class.
I'm applying for another job by the 15th, but I have to revise my resume first. The interview for that one shouldn't be as bad.
The image of the girl dancing like a stripper in little miss sunshine is imprinted into my mind. I hope I don't think of that while talking to the PI. Olive Hoover- Supafreak.
Too much adrenaline/epi rushing through my body. I start dancing in my room, coming up with new moves, and my head is telling me I'm in love. The colors! Lambada- the forbidden dance? AHHHHHHHH!!! I applied for another research job. Cancer is such a turn-on.
I couldn't get on the muni because I didn't have exact change. Arcades- largely untapped potential, for getting quarters to take public transportation.
Nauseous. Hyperventilating. I'm better at freaking out and not caring than being composed for an interview.
Interview this afternoon with the postdoc. I hope she doesn't call me when I have class.
I'm applying for another job by the 15th, but I have to revise my resume first. The interview for that one shouldn't be as bad.
The image of the girl dancing like a stripper in little miss sunshine is imprinted into my mind. I hope I don't think of that while talking to the PI. Olive Hoover- Supafreak.
Too much adrenaline/epi rushing through my body. I start dancing in my room, coming up with new moves, and my head is telling me I'm in love. The colors! Lambada- the forbidden dance? AHHHHHHHH!!! I applied for another research job. Cancer is such a turn-on.
麻婆豆腐 pt. 2
Ugh, they don't know how to make MaPo Doufu either! That's the first thing I'm going to ask my grandmother to cook, in addition to the bevy of dishes that I've already planned for her to make me. MMM!
She asked some question about how I would tackle a new protocol and learn it. Blah. I think that was the only behavioral interview question she asked. I actually researched that last night: how to tackle behavioral interview questions. ugh. so annoying.
STAR- situation/task, action, result.
I wonder if she were taking notes about me. I only wrote one line. This job is more technician than research. More Brooklyn than Manhattan. More routine than experimental.
I have no idea when the other lady is calling in the afternoon, and I have to go out and look at a place. There's actually heated swimming pools in the middle of the city. Hot child in the cold city could use a dip. Dippin' Dots- gross.
I'm getting annoyed by my roommate. Even though I've avoided interaction with them, I can't avoid the fact that he never takes out the fucking trash. He seriously let's the trash pile up one foot out of the trash can. Is he working on an art project using trash as the medium? Seriously, what the hell? So I'm putting petty before pal. And? Did you expect otherwise?
I would like to think that I will be where I want to be at age 25. I've probably said this before. It's a more definite thought/plan now.
She asked some question about how I would tackle a new protocol and learn it. Blah. I think that was the only behavioral interview question she asked. I actually researched that last night: how to tackle behavioral interview questions. ugh. so annoying.
STAR- situation/task, action, result.
I wonder if she were taking notes about me. I only wrote one line. This job is more technician than research. More Brooklyn than Manhattan. More routine than experimental.
I have no idea when the other lady is calling in the afternoon, and I have to go out and look at a place. There's actually heated swimming pools in the middle of the city. Hot child in the cold city could use a dip. Dippin' Dots- gross.
I'm getting annoyed by my roommate. Even though I've avoided interaction with them, I can't avoid the fact that he never takes out the fucking trash. He seriously let's the trash pile up one foot out of the trash can. Is he working on an art project using trash as the medium? Seriously, what the hell? So I'm putting petty before pal. And? Did you expect otherwise?
I would like to think that I will be where I want to be at age 25. I've probably said this before. It's a more definite thought/plan now.
andrea true connection
Hmm, I thought I published this post. Guess I'll have to rewrite it again, ugh.
Hematopathology? That's what it's called?! The first interview happened. She was late in calling. I'd have to go back for an in-person interview if I get a callback. Ugh, I'm tired. I'm going to go eat Chinese food.
YES I ate the last dolphin- there were only 17 left to begin with, anyway, as of 2006. Supersize me, please. Yes I WOULD like some fries with that. If people have been eating dolphin meat in tuna for the longest time, I don't see the harm in a little cetacean here and there.
haha I don't know if I got the job. Is the feedback usually that quick? And what makes you think it's at UCSF?! Ugh, I'm trying to get out of this place. Northern California.
The lady asked what brought me up here. I told her schoolmates with misperceptions about certain regions of the West coast.
She also said that I answered one question really well. She's an interview virgin- first time interviewing people.
Then my heart you'll steal. MORE MORE MORE! HOW DO YA LIKE IT, HOW DO YA LIKE IT???
Hematopathology? That's what it's called?! The first interview happened. She was late in calling. I'd have to go back for an in-person interview if I get a callback. Ugh, I'm tired. I'm going to go eat Chinese food.
YES I ate the last dolphin- there were only 17 left to begin with, anyway, as of 2006. Supersize me, please. Yes I WOULD like some fries with that. If people have been eating dolphin meat in tuna for the longest time, I don't see the harm in a little cetacean here and there.
haha I don't know if I got the job. Is the feedback usually that quick? And what makes you think it's at UCSF?! Ugh, I'm trying to get out of this place. Northern California.
The lady asked what brought me up here. I told her schoolmates with misperceptions about certain regions of the West coast.
She also said that I answered one question really well. She's an interview virgin- first time interviewing people.
Then my heart you'll steal. MORE MORE MORE! HOW DO YA LIKE IT, HOW DO YA LIKE IT???
8.07.2007
boy interrupted
so maybe the chinese music isn't helping me calm down. food, yes. love, no.
特别地爱给特别的你！！！
i want that cosmic universal love that transcends sex, gender, time; rocks my core. Ignore this sentence- I'm only saying it in a delirious state and it has nothing to do with my subconscious. My body's breaking out in a rash just by typing it. I develop an immune response to love.
I'm defining terms I'm not familiar with DOING: QPCR, probe design, mass spec, microarray, Excel macros. Seems knowing what something is doesn't help if I don't know how to do it.
Turn off call waiting.
The Chinese freshwater dolphin is now extinct.
Do Hungarians have a hot accent? The lady interviewing me is Hungarian, I think. I googled her, pubmed-ed her, the works. Somebody who has my name is published?!
特别地爱给特别的你！！！
i want that cosmic universal love that transcends sex, gender, time; rocks my core. Ignore this sentence- I'm only saying it in a delirious state and it has nothing to do with my subconscious. My body's breaking out in a rash just by typing it. I develop an immune response to love.
I'm defining terms I'm not familiar with DOING: QPCR, probe design, mass spec, microarray, Excel macros. Seems knowing what something is doesn't help if I don't know how to do it.
Turn off call waiting.
The Chinese freshwater dolphin is now extinct.
Do Hungarians have a hot accent? The lady interviewing me is Hungarian, I think. I googled her, pubmed-ed her, the works. Somebody who has my name is published?!
angsty
I can't stop shaking. So I have a solution.
Diabetic grape fruit juice, Quaker oatmeal squares, and sappy Chinese songs about love.
SO GOOD!
I finally emailed my volunteer coordinator that I wasn't volunteering at TCH anymore. About 8 months late. OOPS.
I'm going to email Claire and my PI with the hot Italian accent, let them know what I've been up to, see what they've been up to. Think I'm a caring person? Don't. It's all a rouge, just to get them to forward letters of reference to my interviewers.
The interview to research for pediatric myeloid leukemia- at UCSF. Talk about getting lucky, and then through my carefree way, not bother to check my voicemail. Seriously, who leaves voice messages on people's phones anymore?
Diabetic grape fruit juice, Quaker oatmeal squares, and sappy Chinese songs about love.
SO GOOD!
I finally emailed my volunteer coordinator that I wasn't volunteering at TCH anymore. About 8 months late. OOPS.
I'm going to email Claire and my PI with the hot Italian accent, let them know what I've been up to, see what they've been up to. Think I'm a caring person? Don't. It's all a rouge, just to get them to forward letters of reference to my interviewers.
The interview to research for pediatric myeloid leukemia- at UCSF. Talk about getting lucky, and then through my carefree way, not bother to check my voicemail. Seriously, who leaves voice messages on people's phones anymore?
antsy
PSH hiding from people by signing off aim... isn't that a little immature? i do it, too, except i just keep my away message up. OH WELL. I tried distracting Janey, manipulating her by inserting a heart into conversation, thinking love would do the trick. Apparently avoiding people you're not fond of talking to trumps love.
Genentech hall is a pretty neat place. I might have to go over there and check the place out.
I bailed out of the plane.
My parents are wondering if I've signed a lease yet. I've been talking to them about recent occurrences, and they want me to either focus whole-heartedly on research or on school. I can't have both?! If some people can have the career and the family, I'm sure a career and a few books aren't too far behind. Besides, books trump love and marriage. I don't know about the horse and carriage, though. It would depend on how fast the horse could high-tail it out of the bank. You know, if someone were to rob a bank using the horse and carriage as transportation.
Too many thoughts, too many emotions in my head right now. Damn hormonal imbalances. It's all these callbacks for interviews. I didn't even like interviewing back when I was applying to college.
Would you lie for a friend, if they asked you to? Would you withhold information for a friend, if they asked you to?
Genentech hall is a pretty neat place. I might have to go over there and check the place out.
I bailed out of the plane.
My parents are wondering if I've signed a lease yet. I've been talking to them about recent occurrences, and they want me to either focus whole-heartedly on research or on school. I can't have both?! If some people can have the career and the family, I'm sure a career and a few books aren't too far behind. Besides, books trump love and marriage. I don't know about the horse and carriage, though. It would depend on how fast the horse could high-tail it out of the bank. You know, if someone were to rob a bank using the horse and carriage as transportation.
Too many thoughts, too many emotions in my head right now. Damn hormonal imbalances. It's all these callbacks for interviews. I didn't even like interviewing back when I was applying to college.
Would you lie for a friend, if they asked you to? Would you withhold information for a friend, if they asked you to?
fresh fit
you've got me feelin' emotions. ~Mariah Carey
It seems I can't quite get rid of them. Clare said something in the car the other day that made me blush. This guy called me just a few minutes ago, saying he was very anxious to meet me to talk about his apartment for rent, when I had in fact just emailed him minutes before that saying that I couldn't. I starting blushing over the phone.
It's a work in progress.
What should I ask during the interview? What else should I do to prepare? I've started looking at their websites trying to get as much info as I can. The lady asked to interview me at 10:30 AM tomorrow. I agreed. ugh. The other one is in the afternoon, I just don't know when.
My parents are going to cosign with me. Again. I hate looking for apartments. I just need to find a furnished place that includes all utilities so that I don't have to deal with separate bills. Can't believe I'm busy this week. This is supposed to be my vacation away from school- Grampa's bday, chilling with family. Instead, I'm flailing all over town looking at apartments. I'll be flailing all over LA too as I look for apartments there, register to vote, and get a Cali ID.
Maybe it's this town and the toxic atmosphere. I microwaved some Chinese food last night, and I felt sick going to bed.
It seems I can't quite get rid of them. Clare said something in the car the other day that made me blush. This guy called me just a few minutes ago, saying he was very anxious to meet me to talk about his apartment for rent, when I had in fact just emailed him minutes before that saying that I couldn't. I starting blushing over the phone.
It's a work in progress.
What should I ask during the interview? What else should I do to prepare? I've started looking at their websites trying to get as much info as I can. The lady asked to interview me at 10:30 AM tomorrow. I agreed. ugh. The other one is in the afternoon, I just don't know when.
My parents are going to cosign with me. Again. I hate looking for apartments. I just need to find a furnished place that includes all utilities so that I don't have to deal with separate bills. Can't believe I'm busy this week. This is supposed to be my vacation away from school- Grampa's bday, chilling with family. Instead, I'm flailing all over town looking at apartments. I'll be flailing all over LA too as I look for apartments there, register to vote, and get a Cali ID.
Maybe it's this town and the toxic atmosphere. I microwaved some Chinese food last night, and I felt sick going to bed.
chick magnet
Double rainbow on a leap day?!? So you're saying your nuts are actually fruity, transparent, and just an illusion? If by innumerable, you mean NEVER, then yes. no freebies to anybody, and I ALWAYS scrub down there when I shower. They're not dirty like your little boys. I will NOT air them out, and they ARE already singing. My bells toll for everybody. You're all going to die.
I decided not to call back for the teaching gig and the retail job. Group interviews- fuuuuuck that!
Research position: Developmental Biology, ugh. Chick and mouse embryo, tissue morphogenesis and patterning. Mainly tissue sectioning and microscopy- new techniques I could learn. I've just studied body patterning in Drosophila in my class, and I've done a comparative genome project on chickens in my Evolution of Genes/Genomes class. Maybe that'll help.
Research position 2: Analyze nt samples for PIs. Mainly PCR and primer design, things I've already done for my previous lab EXTENSIVELY. Genotyping, expression analysis, epigenetic analysis, and mass spec. The job involves assisting investigators, contributing to over 20 publications in the last 18 months, but I have no idea if my name would get published along with theirs.
I can't pay 2,000 for rent. Hopefully 1,000? I should put a cap on 1,500, yes? including or not including utilities?
I decided not to call back for the teaching gig and the retail job. Group interviews- fuuuuuck that!
Research position: Developmental Biology, ugh. Chick and mouse embryo, tissue morphogenesis and patterning. Mainly tissue sectioning and microscopy- new techniques I could learn. I've just studied body patterning in Drosophila in my class, and I've done a comparative genome project on chickens in my Evolution of Genes/Genomes class. Maybe that'll help.
Research position 2: Analyze nt samples for PIs. Mainly PCR and primer design, things I've already done for my previous lab EXTENSIVELY. Genotyping, expression analysis, epigenetic analysis, and mass spec. The job involves assisting investigators, contributing to over 20 publications in the last 18 months, but I have no idea if my name would get published along with theirs.
I can't pay 2,000 for rent. Hopefully 1,000? I should put a cap on 1,500, yes? including or not including utilities?
8.06.2007
the search continues
What the hell is wrong with people?! Did they all just conspire to bombard me with news on the worst day of the week?! I even got phone calls during my second midterm, jesus christ!
In addition to the previously mentioned audition/testprep gig and the research position, I just got another interview for another research position and a fourth job opening elsewhere. I just want to be left alone, UGH!
At least the two research positions are phone interviews. Good thing I saved those tabs on Vienna so that I can review them before they call me tomorrow and Wednesday. God, I have to look at their lab group homepage, too, don't I? Is it good to be researching under a Fellow, someone relatively new?
Assholes, distracting me from studying for my test tonight. I think I rocked it; I only hope others didn't so that the mean would be lower, and my grade this time would compensate for the first one. Teachers and their different testing tactics also pissed me off. This class tests information off the notes more than the book while the other class tests solely out of the book.
I'm tired of this shit. I'm going to watch some TV episodes and eat.
In addition to the previously mentioned audition/testprep gig and the research position, I just got another interview for another research position and a fourth job opening elsewhere. I just want to be left alone, UGH!
At least the two research positions are phone interviews. Good thing I saved those tabs on Vienna so that I can review them before they call me tomorrow and Wednesday. God, I have to look at their lab group homepage, too, don't I? Is it good to be researching under a Fellow, someone relatively new?
Assholes, distracting me from studying for my test tonight. I think I rocked it; I only hope others didn't so that the mean would be lower, and my grade this time would compensate for the first one. Teachers and their different testing tactics also pissed me off. This class tests information off the notes more than the book while the other class tests solely out of the book.
I'm tired of this shit. I'm going to watch some TV episodes and eat.
job search agent
just when I made plans for everything else. sheesh.
I get an offer to audition as a testprep instructor. I get emails for available apartments. I get a phone interview for this job researching on cancer.
I'm getting too nervous. I'm going to eat. Maybe I shouldn't botch it like the last phone interview I had. Although, it only didn't work out because I lost my voice-mailbox number.
Chinese food!
I get an offer to audition as a testprep instructor. I get emails for available apartments. I get a phone interview for this job researching on cancer.
I'm getting too nervous. I'm going to eat. Maybe I shouldn't botch it like the last phone interview I had. Although, it only didn't work out because I lost my voice-mailbox number.
Chinese food!
full frontal
People always wonder what area code my phone number is.
Clare's name should be C-game because he never brings his A-game when I'm around. Today at the bistro, he managed to spill his fork and food onto the ground. I laughed at him, naturally.
The more I think about it, the more I discover that I'm often involved with someone else's genitals or that general region. These moments I have with that one other person are awkward, possibly embarrassing, and humorous after the fact. I start chuckling to myself when I start thinking about these mishaps. Case and point:
One time we were having Chicken Kitchen in the Jones quad. Jalto was in his pajamas, and I was sitting across from him. Somehow, Jalto's gems managed to sparkle before my eyes, and I tried to subtly signal to him that his junk was showing. That failed, since Elle starting screaming and told everyone what happened.
Janey. Again, flashing of the genital region. I managed to see her downtown as we were taking the metro rail on the way to downtown. I see a cloudy day even though it's sunny outside.
Friend from high school. She wasn't feeling so well, so she sat on the seat of the bus with her legs propped on the seat, in a sitting, crouched position. She wasn't wearing underwear that day. I tried to warn her, but she kept mumbling; she didn't care because she was having a bad day or was just tired. I didn't need to hear anything- I could read her lips.
Drab. We were sitting in a circle in the singles suite, with me on the floor across the coffee table from drab, who was on the couch. He covered his legs with a blanket, so he thought he could be surreptitious with scratching an itch. Some itches don't need to be scratched, especially since I was sitting right across from him, and his blanket didn't completely cover, oh, his crotch and his hand. I turn away to shift my attention towards the people that were conversing, and he just kept scratching away! The scratching wouldn't stop, so I had to tell drab to cut it out.
This is what goes on in my head at 3 in the morning while taking a 10-minute rest in bed from studying for an exam. I chuckle under the sheets.
Clare's name should be C-game because he never brings his A-game when I'm around. Today at the bistro, he managed to spill his fork and food onto the ground. I laughed at him, naturally.
The more I think about it, the more I discover that I'm often involved with someone else's genitals or that general region. These moments I have with that one other person are awkward, possibly embarrassing, and humorous after the fact. I start chuckling to myself when I start thinking about these mishaps. Case and point:
One time we were having Chicken Kitchen in the Jones quad. Jalto was in his pajamas, and I was sitting across from him. Somehow, Jalto's gems managed to sparkle before my eyes, and I tried to subtly signal to him that his junk was showing. That failed, since Elle starting screaming and told everyone what happened.
Janey. Again, flashing of the genital region. I managed to see her downtown as we were taking the metro rail on the way to downtown. I see a cloudy day even though it's sunny outside.
Friend from high school. She wasn't feeling so well, so she sat on the seat of the bus with her legs propped on the seat, in a sitting, crouched position. She wasn't wearing underwear that day. I tried to warn her, but she kept mumbling; she didn't care because she was having a bad day or was just tired. I didn't need to hear anything- I could read her lips.
Drab. We were sitting in a circle in the singles suite, with me on the floor across the coffee table from drab, who was on the couch. He covered his legs with a blanket, so he thought he could be surreptitious with scratching an itch. Some itches don't need to be scratched, especially since I was sitting right across from him, and his blanket didn't completely cover, oh, his crotch and his hand. I turn away to shift my attention towards the people that were conversing, and he just kept scratching away! The scratching wouldn't stop, so I had to tell drab to cut it out.
This is what goes on in my head at 3 in the morning while taking a 10-minute rest in bed from studying for an exam. I chuckle under the sheets.
8.05.2007
give peace a chance. or not.
"you had BEST stop dreamin' about me, boy." Ugh, the things Tennessee and fire tunnels will do to your manner of speech. What the hell is wrong with the south?? That I can't explain, or choose not to, but why I'm made this morning, I can.
I was forced to give peace a chance, as I was running late to breakfast. Having gone to bed at 3:30 last night and not falling asleep until 5:00, I thought about skipping breakfast when my alarm rang. I woke up later after another odd dream and decided to head down to the servery.
-dream: christmas party, friends from high school were there, being their usual band-nerdy selves. I can't give too much detail since I didn't immediately write after I woke up. The last scenes I remember were Charlotte from SATC giving harry a blowjob with some contraption that had a straw attached where she could, you know, drink up. The other scene was me sitting at a couch while people were giving away presents for the secret santa, and these three girls surrounded me, trying to get me to take my shirt off, providing several examples of why being shirtless at this party for them was such a great idea. stop.-
"Buddhism: A Peace of the Puzzle." This was the title of the banner they held after eating breakfast, after having pissed me off. They were DEFINITELY the missing piece to the puzzle: the missing peace from my breakfast. I was already running late, thinking the servery would close in 10 minutes, but no- there was a line stretching outside the doors. I had to wait to get them to swipe my card, and then I had to wait until the line inside dissipated before I could have my way with the tator tots and sausage links. I decided to eat healthy, at first. Cereal, milk, banana, fruit, grapefruit, bagels. The worse thing about not having the cereal that you want is having to pick a cereal and then take out the marshmallows because you don't like sweets. Hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers and blue moons; pots of gold and rainbows, and his fucking red balloons. I took them all out. The grapefruit was extremely sour and bitter, the milk was too fatty for low-fat milk, and the cereal sans marshmallows was still too sweet. The tator tots were soggy, and the sausage links were cold. At least Murakami wasn't too disappointing in his book.
I was forced to give peace a chance, as I was running late to breakfast. Having gone to bed at 3:30 last night and not falling asleep until 5:00, I thought about skipping breakfast when my alarm rang. I woke up later after another odd dream and decided to head down to the servery.
-dream: christmas party, friends from high school were there, being their usual band-nerdy selves. I can't give too much detail since I didn't immediately write after I woke up. The last scenes I remember were Charlotte from SATC giving harry a blowjob with some contraption that had a straw attached where she could, you know, drink up. The other scene was me sitting at a couch while people were giving away presents for the secret santa, and these three girls surrounded me, trying to get me to take my shirt off, providing several examples of why being shirtless at this party for them was such a great idea. stop.-
"Buddhism: A Peace of the Puzzle." This was the title of the banner they held after eating breakfast, after having pissed me off. They were DEFINITELY the missing piece to the puzzle: the missing peace from my breakfast. I was already running late, thinking the servery would close in 10 minutes, but no- there was a line stretching outside the doors. I had to wait to get them to swipe my card, and then I had to wait until the line inside dissipated before I could have my way with the tator tots and sausage links. I decided to eat healthy, at first. Cereal, milk, banana, fruit, grapefruit, bagels. The worse thing about not having the cereal that you want is having to pick a cereal and then take out the marshmallows because you don't like sweets. Hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers and blue moons; pots of gold and rainbows, and his fucking red balloons. I took them all out. The grapefruit was extremely sour and bitter, the milk was too fatty for low-fat milk, and the cereal sans marshmallows was still too sweet. The tator tots were soggy, and the sausage links were cold. At least Murakami wasn't too disappointing in his book.
8.04.2007
freefallin'
I have/had a dream about skydiving, which consisted of a mix of high school/college people. We jumped from the rooftop of a school onto a football field.
Scene change- a giant house. The issue of recycling/littering came up, and I was yelling at some couple for not separating their trash. Then I find myself having put plastic on the ground outside the house. I picked up the two soda bottles and placed them in a garbage bag. I go inside the house to find my gray New Balance shoes and B-米's black suede sneakers in the way. I was mad that the shoes were so disorganized at the front door and put them in order on the tiled area after you enter the front door. I thought about placing B－米's shoes right where the doorstop was so that whoever opened the door would crush his shoes first, but somehow I was nice in the dream and placed them next to mine.
Back to the high school. There were 4 old ladies on the rooftop, yelling obscene comments, twirling their clothes in the air. Then they jumped off the building, too.
Everyone came back up to the rooftop, waiting for something to happen. The instructor jumped off the building, left us stranded. I never got the chance to jump. I didn't go when everybody else went.
I got into van. Ryan, Chris, Andy, Andy's sister (people from my high school), the driver, Alec, and Drab. From the rearview mirror, I tried to fix my hair. I kept moving my hand and shifting my hair, but nothing was happening to the mirror image. I slowly looked back, and there was a guy sleeping behind me in the space where you usually store the luggage in the van: Jonathan Lu! I screamed. Everyone looked back. Lu woke up, Drab then pulled out this packaged, frozen ice cream cone from his pocket and offered it to Lu. I couldn't find my car keys, so I got out of the van. Andy finally gave it back to me. I told him i couldn't have lost them because I never brought them with me. My dad pops out of nowhere, handing me my new car keys. In the car I talked to Chris about being super seniors/5th years and medical school. Then I told him about another Chris from HS, who failed out of UT and went back to community college. Finally back at someone's place, we got out of garage, and there were two giant poodles, the female humping the male. Drab came out of the bathroom and asked me," Did you ever play mummy as a kid?" Me: "No. I tried, but it turned out to be a waste of paper. My brother started those things. It's always the oldest brother's fault." Drab then says that I'm the oldest, and I said no, he has no idea about my family. We were laying in bed side by side talking and looking at something in our hands. I turned to him, and woke up.
Scene change- a giant house. The issue of recycling/littering came up, and I was yelling at some couple for not separating their trash. Then I find myself having put plastic on the ground outside the house. I picked up the two soda bottles and placed them in a garbage bag. I go inside the house to find my gray New Balance shoes and B-米's black suede sneakers in the way. I was mad that the shoes were so disorganized at the front door and put them in order on the tiled area after you enter the front door. I thought about placing B－米's shoes right where the doorstop was so that whoever opened the door would crush his shoes first, but somehow I was nice in the dream and placed them next to mine.
Back to the high school. There were 4 old ladies on the rooftop, yelling obscene comments, twirling their clothes in the air. Then they jumped off the building, too.
Everyone came back up to the rooftop, waiting for something to happen. The instructor jumped off the building, left us stranded. I never got the chance to jump. I didn't go when everybody else went.
I got into van. Ryan, Chris, Andy, Andy's sister (people from my high school), the driver, Alec, and Drab. From the rearview mirror, I tried to fix my hair. I kept moving my hand and shifting my hair, but nothing was happening to the mirror image. I slowly looked back, and there was a guy sleeping behind me in the space where you usually store the luggage in the van: Jonathan Lu! I screamed. Everyone looked back. Lu woke up, Drab then pulled out this packaged, frozen ice cream cone from his pocket and offered it to Lu. I couldn't find my car keys, so I got out of the van. Andy finally gave it back to me. I told him i couldn't have lost them because I never brought them with me. My dad pops out of nowhere, handing me my new car keys. In the car I talked to Chris about being super seniors/5th years and medical school. Then I told him about another Chris from HS, who failed out of UT and went back to community college. Finally back at someone's place, we got out of garage, and there were two giant poodles, the female humping the male. Drab came out of the bathroom and asked me," Did you ever play mummy as a kid?" Me: "No. I tried, but it turned out to be a waste of paper. My brother started those things. It's always the oldest brother's fault." Drab then says that I'm the oldest, and I said no, he has no idea about my family. We were laying in bed side by side talking and looking at something in our hands. I turned to him, and woke up.
8.03.2007
Love cHina
zhanjing- NO! i didn't love you guys! the random memory popped up where both of actually suggested to me that i go to esperanza with either of you. HAHA!
what the hell is up with that, anyway?! the way to get a girl to like you is NOT be interested in girls?!
ooh. send that deathcard in a deathcab, cd. hmm, i like neither hoes nors gardens. don't think that i would like both at the same time.
don't worry about them postcards. i will contact you.
oh the terrors of last night. i slept off my anger, only to be pissed off again this morning.
So I finally get up at 8:30 to go down to breakfast and have my soggy eggs and fake sausage patties. I go over to the drinks area only to find two unattractive girls by the hot water machine. Not only were they standing in the way of me getting hot water, but they were talking to each other, not bothering to move at all. Furthermore, they were talking about "Chinese Food."
"Oh yeah, I love Chinese Food!" "You know, they call chow mein Lo Mein over here."
This bitch from New York first of all thinks either chow mein or lo mein are Chinese food items. She then goes on to incorrectly distinguish the two from each other. I could probably mix crap in her food, and she'd think it were great.
I ate my meal and read some more of Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart. I have yet to find a grapefruit half as holy as the one from a few weeks ago.
I come back to my apartment to find that my Aunt is on Facebook now. What the hell?! AND she broke up with her boyfriend of x number of years. What?! A couple of months ago. HUH?! So I spent some time after breakfast setting up her account for her. Her yoga friends registered her and gave her her name and password.
The girl who called me last night? Instantly instant-messaged me once I got back from breakfast. I instinctively hid under the chair just so that she couldn't see me. I had my away message on. Whew. I surfed the internet for jobs. Overall, I was overwhelmed and went to bed.
I kept sleeping, waking up and searching these jobsites, got overwhelmed and went back to bed. It's 3 o'clock. WIDE AWAKE. Why? Because the last dream I had pissed me off too.
Bits and pieces of the dream: I was working in some place cataloging things, an open office space blended with a San Francisco train stop. Some guy was tinkering with me laptop. My brother made a cameo, having this winning strategy for a card game we were playing.
Final act: I woke up in my dream, wearing this giant white T-shirt with an ironed-on design-the ones relatives bought their children from Six Flags or other gift shops, and often two sizes too large. I walked out of my room, in the apartment I'm living in now, proceed towards the kitchen, and I see a figure. This guy looks up and grins/smiles. DRAB. Immediately I ran back to my room and closed the door, laying in bed. Then I hear drab singing right outside my door, a voice that resembles a mix of the lead singers from the cars, talking heads, and depeche mode. I decided to go outside and try to shut him up. Only, he wasn't outside my door anymore. He was in my roommate's room listening to music! I walk through the corridor and try to drag him out of the room, but he wouldn't budge. Suddenly, he started doing this awkward crab dance. I didn't know whether to laugh or still be angry. So I did both, and woke up. I am SO angry, UGH! I can't even sleep off my anger anymore, for fear of this happening!
OHHHH! the new manga is out. That made my day. Some of it, anyway.
what the hell is up with that, anyway?! the way to get a girl to like you is NOT be interested in girls?!
ooh. send that deathcard in a deathcab, cd. hmm, i like neither hoes nors gardens. don't think that i would like both at the same time.
don't worry about them postcards. i will contact you.
oh the terrors of last night. i slept off my anger, only to be pissed off again this morning.
So I finally get up at 8:30 to go down to breakfast and have my soggy eggs and fake sausage patties. I go over to the drinks area only to find two unattractive girls by the hot water machine. Not only were they standing in the way of me getting hot water, but they were talking to each other, not bothering to move at all. Furthermore, they were talking about "Chinese Food."
"Oh yeah, I love Chinese Food!" "You know, they call chow mein Lo Mein over here."
This bitch from New York first of all thinks either chow mein or lo mein are Chinese food items. She then goes on to incorrectly distinguish the two from each other. I could probably mix crap in her food, and she'd think it were great.
I ate my meal and read some more of Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart. I have yet to find a grapefruit half as holy as the one from a few weeks ago.
I come back to my apartment to find that my Aunt is on Facebook now. What the hell?! AND she broke up with her boyfriend of x number of years. What?! A couple of months ago. HUH?! So I spent some time after breakfast setting up her account for her. Her yoga friends registered her and gave her her name and password.
The girl who called me last night? Instantly instant-messaged me once I got back from breakfast. I instinctively hid under the chair just so that she couldn't see me. I had my away message on. Whew. I surfed the internet for jobs. Overall, I was overwhelmed and went to bed.
I kept sleeping, waking up and searching these jobsites, got overwhelmed and went back to bed. It's 3 o'clock. WIDE AWAKE. Why? Because the last dream I had pissed me off too.
Bits and pieces of the dream: I was working in some place cataloging things, an open office space blended with a San Francisco train stop. Some guy was tinkering with me laptop. My brother made a cameo, having this winning strategy for a card game we were playing.
Final act: I woke up in my dream, wearing this giant white T-shirt with an ironed-on design-the ones relatives bought their children from Six Flags or other gift shops, and often two sizes too large. I walked out of my room, in the apartment I'm living in now, proceed towards the kitchen, and I see a figure. This guy looks up and grins/smiles. DRAB. Immediately I ran back to my room and closed the door, laying in bed. Then I hear drab singing right outside my door, a voice that resembles a mix of the lead singers from the cars, talking heads, and depeche mode. I decided to go outside and try to shut him up. Only, he wasn't outside my door anymore. He was in my roommate's room listening to music! I walk through the corridor and try to drag him out of the room, but he wouldn't budge. Suddenly, he started doing this awkward crab dance. I didn't know whether to laugh or still be angry. So I did both, and woke up. I am SO angry, UGH! I can't even sleep off my anger anymore, for fear of this happening!
OHHHH! the new manga is out. That made my day. Some of it, anyway.
8.02.2007
autumn breeze
oh my god, it's august. boy, does time fly when i'm not having fun. my stay here is almost up. what to do next.
i saw a playing card on the ground as i was walking back from albertson's- converting to lucky's?!? wearing my lucky jeans at lucky's, oh my. no card needed! i didn't know it would be THAT good. clare was just babbling on about some grocery store i've never heard of before, with great deals and all-around good prices or some shit. i do like their logo.
back to the playing card- it reminded me of jack berger in SATC collecting playing cards that he finds all over town and posting it onto his clipboard in his apartment. i picked it up, about to do the same thing, before dropping it 5 seconds later, realizing that the card's probably really dirty. i washed my hands later.
squeal. new episode of naruto. manga comes out tomorrow.
"i was just thinking about you for some reason and decided to call." ~ a girl. should i be flattered or grossed out? anywho, we talked for about half an hour, only because i told her she wasn't keeping me from my studies. BIG MISTAKE! she also asked for my aim screen name. i gave away that piece of information as well. OH WELL.
psh, if you say it like that, then it couldn't be that good. oh, and what does your family know- they've never had mapo tofu before in their life. they wouldn't be able to gauge it against one like, for example, the place across the street from fufu shopping center.
i looked at the list of people who were going to attend the alum happy hour, which i considered with minimal interest, and one glance at the list wiped out any inclination i had at all of wanting to go. although i did walk through the cold section of albertsons into the beer aisle and was craving a beer, even though i don't really like beer.
i saw a playing card on the ground as i was walking back from albertson's- converting to lucky's?!? wearing my lucky jeans at lucky's, oh my. no card needed! i didn't know it would be THAT good. clare was just babbling on about some grocery store i've never heard of before, with great deals and all-around good prices or some shit. i do like their logo.
back to the playing card- it reminded me of jack berger in SATC collecting playing cards that he finds all over town and posting it onto his clipboard in his apartment. i picked it up, about to do the same thing, before dropping it 5 seconds later, realizing that the card's probably really dirty. i washed my hands later.
squeal. new episode of naruto. manga comes out tomorrow.
"i was just thinking about you for some reason and decided to call." ~ a girl. should i be flattered or grossed out? anywho, we talked for about half an hour, only because i told her she wasn't keeping me from my studies. BIG MISTAKE! she also asked for my aim screen name. i gave away that piece of information as well. OH WELL.
psh, if you say it like that, then it couldn't be that good. oh, and what does your family know- they've never had mapo tofu before in their life. they wouldn't be able to gauge it against one like, for example, the place across the street from fufu shopping center.
i looked at the list of people who were going to attend the alum happy hour, which i considered with minimal interest, and one glance at the list wiped out any inclination i had at all of wanting to go. although i did walk through the cold section of albertsons into the beer aisle and was craving a beer, even though i don't really like beer.
麻婆豆腐
i am SO angry at drab right now. UGH!
the only thing he and his family should be saying in the southern country outskirts of tennessee is "MMM, MORE SPAM!," not "mmm, extra peppercorns please!" AGH!!!!!
i can imagine everything going wrong with that dinner tonight- not using the correct peppercorns (sichuan/szechwan), using the wrong kind of meat, not adding preserved vegetable, the list goes on. ohhhhhhh my stars and garters.
i know i've lambasted B－米 for being too emotional at airports, but i think i just may cry here as well. ohhh the thoughts of drab in an american kitchen ill-equipped for cooking chinese food. WHY?! that religious experience must have cleaned out his soul as well as his brain.
i'm exasperated. i'm going to sleep off my peevishness.
the only thing he and his family should be saying in the southern country outskirts of tennessee is "MMM, MORE SPAM!," not "mmm, extra peppercorns please!" AGH!!!!!
i can imagine everything going wrong with that dinner tonight- not using the correct peppercorns (sichuan/szechwan), using the wrong kind of meat, not adding preserved vegetable, the list goes on. ohhhhhhh my stars and garters.
i know i've lambasted B－米 for being too emotional at airports, but i think i just may cry here as well. ohhh the thoughts of drab in an american kitchen ill-equipped for cooking chinese food. WHY?! that religious experience must have cleaned out his soul as well as his brain.
i'm exasperated. i'm going to sleep off my peevishness.
strain theory
my mailbox last night was filled with new messages. some of them included drab tagging me in another photo. oh joy, what is it THIS time? i looked. i wasn't impressed. i tried to go to bed by one, i didn't fall asleep until around 4/5! i sleep when i don't want to, and i don't fall asleep when i try to get to bed early. early to bed, early to rise, right? which could explain why i woke up past the time class was supposed to start.
my mailbox was flooded this morning with new messages. i'm 15 minutes late for class. i decide to read them, thinking they might be important. they weren't. comments on fucking facebook photos. i was then running 20 minutes late, and it would take me 10 minutes to get to the classroom. i walked all the way there; i just didn't go inside. i stalled until the lecture ended, went in, and picked up my test. i look at the test and find out that it's covering another chapter that i didn't know we had to read. oh well.
"don't stress out! smoke some weed!" that's what i heard on campus walking back to my room. sound advice?
memories going through my head last night as i lay there trying to slumber: living in the apartment with nants and janey (i realized that no it wasn't that great- i slept on a fucking cot the time i was there!), the people that defiled my bed junior year (which led me to never use those sheets ever again), clare's bandanna (HAHA ARGH!), and more. i don't care to write anymore. there's food on my table.
i might be blogging less (relatively) to try and figure out this manga software. i thought i might be able to have a colored manga, but the software doesn't include a color palette. maybe mangas are only supposed to be in shades of black and white.
my mailbox was flooded this morning with new messages. i'm 15 minutes late for class. i decide to read them, thinking they might be important. they weren't. comments on fucking facebook photos. i was then running 20 minutes late, and it would take me 10 minutes to get to the classroom. i walked all the way there; i just didn't go inside. i stalled until the lecture ended, went in, and picked up my test. i look at the test and find out that it's covering another chapter that i didn't know we had to read. oh well.
"don't stress out! smoke some weed!" that's what i heard on campus walking back to my room. sound advice?
memories going through my head last night as i lay there trying to slumber: living in the apartment with nants and janey (i realized that no it wasn't that great- i slept on a fucking cot the time i was there!), the people that defiled my bed junior year (which led me to never use those sheets ever again), clare's bandanna (HAHA ARGH!), and more. i don't care to write anymore. there's food on my table.
i might be blogging less (relatively) to try and figure out this manga software. i thought i might be able to have a colored manga, but the software doesn't include a color palette. maybe mangas are only supposed to be in shades of black and white.
8.01.2007
卡通
nonono, a ka-tong/kat-tun/cartoon. just a manga. no kat-tun, unless you're talking about the ladies, drab, clare, and me.
my software came in. i got a B+/A- on my exam. FUCK! but i'm too excited that my package came in. i installed the thing onto my macbook immediately. aaaaaaaaand then i stopped. i'm going to have to look at the manual if i want to finish even one page. jesus.
my software came in. i got a B+/A- on my exam. FUCK! but i'm too excited that my package came in. i installed the thing onto my macbook immediately. aaaaaaaaand then i stopped. i'm going to have to look at the manual if i want to finish even one page. jesus.
venezia
song in my head in the shower: "why don't you get a job?" yes, the offspring.
philadelphia story better than pillow talk hmm? and it's (huh) Henry Higgins. the rain in spain falls mainly on the plain. i agree with his perspective of love, maybe, but not the subservient nature of the opposite sex. or DO i? i could rent movies, but i would at most only watch 2 a month, which is about the same price as netflix each month. i might as well buy two $5 dvds and be able to watch them whenever.
i joined the rice caa group- the chinese alumni. no idea what got into my head.
hesse- bar. on friday?? so what other alums besides you and leigh-ugh are going to the bar, since i'm NOT going?
i don't have time for old farty rice alums. i have a weekly manga that i need to start work on so i can churn it out weekly as I intended. writing daily is draining enough. i don't have enough time every day to produce a manga publication. weekly is good- i'll have enough ideas in a week to construct an organized, angry kat-tun.
philadelphia story better than pillow talk hmm? and it's (huh) Henry Higgins. the rain in spain falls mainly on the plain. i agree with his perspective of love, maybe, but not the subservient nature of the opposite sex. or DO i? i could rent movies, but i would at most only watch 2 a month, which is about the same price as netflix each month. i might as well buy two $5 dvds and be able to watch them whenever.
i joined the rice caa group- the chinese alumni. no idea what got into my head.
hesse- bar. on friday?? so what other alums besides you and leigh-ugh are going to the bar, since i'm NOT going?
i don't have time for old farty rice alums. i have a weekly manga that i need to start work on so i can churn it out weekly as I intended. writing daily is draining enough. i don't have enough time every day to produce a manga publication. weekly is good- i'll have enough ideas in a week to construct an organized, angry kat-tun.
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