Thanks to that no-good Louisa Chan (who's one of my best friends), I'm working right now. Technically working, but not, since the phones aren't ringing, and I've already made about 300 copies. L-Sa abandoned me... to go to CHINA! DAHHH! And... and... Karen is leaving tomorrow morning for HONG KONG! Ayah... that leaves me to do two jobs on Friday nights, while I sweat it out here at CB covering for Louisa on Saturday.

This winter break, I will have no life on weekends...
FRIDAY
Work @ gyno 5:30-9pm
File @ other gyno 9-11pm
SATURDAY
Work @ CB 9am-5pm
Tutor Crystal+Sandra 6:30-8:30pm
SUNDAY
Work @ CB 9am-5pm

And then... I might have to tutor Joseph in Calculus sometime during the week... Thank goodness I turned down that lady who wanted a 2nd-year Algebra tutor for her 11th-grade son who's on the wrestling team. Otherwise, I'd totally have NO life... but, oh yeah, I don't anyway.

LOTR was goooood... even though I swear they cut out at least 200 pages of the book. Be warned, though. It's 3 and half hours. Halfway during LOTR, I became concerned that my muscles might be atrophied before the end of the movie.

Jon (Joe the ho! haha) was over last night. We played Tetris Attack until about midnight, and then my dad said, "Hey, Jon, it's getting late. Last game." That sucker still can't beat me, even if he IS super smart. Thinks fast, clicks slower than I do. The result? 17-0. Ah, victory...

wake up late in the afternoon in a closet with a view...
It started raining the moment I walked out the door this afternoon! I LOVE RAIN! It's absolutely beautiful! It makes everything shimmer! I walked 2 miles... bought $19 shoes... black converse... Converse A/S Hi ones, since water keeps splashing into my Ox ones. Sigh... I like puddles, too ;)

Anyway, I'm still completely soaked. I'm happy, so I took pictures with the crappiest webcam ever! You probably can't tell that I'm sopping wet, but that's ok. At the very least, I can tell!


Yes, I know... that's very Asian-like... even the pose! ;)


*gasp* Even MORE Asian! Though... my bud thinks I look hapa in that one. No way. The full Asian, yo!


And... the last one... the crappiest one, where I look like a total fruitwad. I just like my necklace. Hail to the star mood necklace!

I can't really smile b/c my face still hurts. Luckily, I don't bruise easily... otherwise you'd see a black eye, and then I'd look even worse! Woohoo! [edit] My mom thinks I look dimwitted in those stills haha. I concur. ;)

Anyone remember when I couldn't get enough of the word "vehement"? And "qualms"? Well, now I can't stop using "ubiquitous", but it's difficult, so I make up stupid stuff like, "Man, GC is so ubiquitous, I can't go ANYWHERE without hearing their dumb songs." just so I can say "ubiquitous". Yep. Weird, eh?

we're too young to know we're old enough to die...
My life will never be a fairytale. If you're a wussy, spoiled, innocent brat, then don't read this... If you don't mind a little violence, then Read more..

And the funny thing is, I can justify everything she's ever done to me with "She just wants me to be respectful, respectable, and successful."

Avoiding him didn't go quite as planned. H wrote me a song. It's nice, but ridiculous. I don't want to sound heartless, but love songs are funny. Maybe if it had a bit more like "We" by Descendents, that would have been ok... Let's just pray that he doesn't take Shea's advice: "you got to BUY her something." I don't want anything from him.

Did I mention that Kelly Hu (X2) is gorgeous? I totally want to look like she does ;)

Last night's geek fest was fun. Matt just brought over a bunch of Mutant X, Pranesh brought over Pepsi Twist, and I provided the DVD player and computer on which to view things. We also watched Ocean's Eleven. Oh boy... haha It was good to hang out with 2 guys who are just dorky enough to be cool. ;)

Teresa, Catherine, Louisa, and I had a kind of girls night out thing tonight... except we didn't do girly things except talk about guys briefly. Went to Pasta Pomodoro for good Italian food and free unlimited bread. Awesome, considering I've barely eaten this week. The service was abominable, but the food was good. Our waiter was some guy named Ian, but we didn't know his name at first, so we named him Justin, like Justin Timberlake, as Teresa thought he looked like that freak. She also brought up the subject of guys, and we've all been pursued by nerdy Asian guys, except we're rather partial to white guys. Oh, the shame, the shame! Haha yeah... we're such a disgrace to our race. Ah, but mohawked Asian guys are so hot. Wow. If they're super cliche, then they're so hot. Ugh, disgusted with myself ;) We played Mah Jong like mad at my house after leaving Ian/Justin a $1 tip. He sucked.

This... is rather personal... and gross... and the subject came up while I was Louisa's car, and I realized that I need to dispel this from my system. So... Read more..

Dang. I need a fake ID. Then I can actually see Pirx the Pilot or Love Songs, or even Short Round b/c they only seem to play 21+ shows. Oh, I want to see Fleshies, too, but there is good reason for their only playing 21+ and Gilman shows - Johnny likes to get naked.

Peter Cincotti is crazy. I'd love to be able to play jazz piano like he does. Yes, I'm lame.

World's on Heroin. Seriously.

This may seem dumb, but it's important... Before you ask me out: Make sure you know my name. Make sure you're not proud of getting C's in all your classes (unless, of course, you go to an Ivy League, Stanford, Berkeley, one of the Claremonts, or maybe even UCSD). Make sure you aren't going to make me want to smack you. See, it's so simple, right? This is a conspiracy.

It's pretty awful when you wake up at 8 in the morning with an urge to watch a movie. And then you end up watching Ocean's Eleven for the fifth time. Brad Pitt is way, way too pretty.

The awkwardness must stop. Making a fool out of myself without actually doing anything wrong was just... dumb. I'm so, so awkward. Actually, I talked to Emmanuel and Kate, and of course Liana and Sonia are always nice, but I'm so unsure and timid. Presidential Scholars' meetings make me feel dumber than usual. I'm supposed to be academically inclined, but I'm nothing like them because they're all so confident and comfortable with speaking in front of a group of people.

Having insomnia sucks. The "heroin eyes" persist. My short attention span has gotten shorter. I have no idea how I'm acing 4/5 of my classes. That A+ on my last accounting midterm pushes my grade up to 87%. With a 94% on the final, I could get an A-. With 100% on the final, I could have an A. That's not likely, but I'll try for it anyway.

Down and out. Stressed out. Too many things going on too fast. Midterms, essays, homework, work, projects, scholar events, way too much drama at home, not enough sleep, insomnia anyway, and no time for relaxation. Sacrifice your life. It's the proper thing to do. Anger. Awkwardness. Frustration. Beat yourself up for the mistakes you've made. Obsess over the little things that won't matter in ten years. Put on a false face to protect yourself. You know how it is and it's too difficult to change.

So... it's safe to say that I'm not having the time of my life, but that's ok. Be an optimist. Lookin' on the bright side, cheer up, you and me will fuck shit up... - American Steel. Messed up. Screwed over. "Somebody needs a hug." - GIR. Squeal that. Heart beating so fast. Caffeine. I feel sick. Let me go. Rescue me.

By the way, California is really not how it's portrayed - at least, not NorCal. It's 56ºF. It is about time to layer my clothes SF-style. =P