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Woke up this morning feeling like P. Diddy. How does P. Diddy feel like in the morning anyways? Ke$sha is a crazy person... then again, the majority of people on Earth are crazy. It just depends on if they're the good kind of crazy or the bad kind of crazy.

I totally forgot the fact that Roland Garros was in progress until I went to the gym and saw this girl watching a replay of yesterday's Federer match. In High School I would always wake up really early or stay up late to watch the Roland Garros, Wimbledon, or Australian Open, but now that it's college and I can't BS everything, I don't think that's going to be possible. But the thing is... Elena Demetieva (my favorite player) made it to the semi-finals so I'm really tempted to wake up at 6:00am to watch the match live and then watch Federer's match right after. However, if I wake up at 6:00am I'm probably going to fall asleep in my stupid Native American class, which really isn't that big of a deal because I always fall asleep in that class as it is. I don't know what to do. Oh, the dilemmas of life. You know, I don't think it'll be that big of a waste of time if I study Chemistry at the same time right? Maybe I'll do that.

I really shouldn't be blogging right now. I'm already behind on being ahead as it is. Darn. 8 days, 8 days don't slack off now, almost there (that goes for the rest of you as well).

color & buy whiteout (I ran out) <3

Noodles?

You know, out of all the days that I've been at this miserable school, I've never had this much fun before... which is kind of pathetic but it makes me wonder: why? Aside from the fact that there's pragmatically a midterm every single sodden week of the quarter why have I not had the opportunity to relax and do something fun in my life. After all, everyone deserves to have fun right?

Yesterday was so tiring. We went downtown searching for "Pasta?" for thirty minutes. Yeah, if you're wondering why they named it Pasta with a question mark, I'm kind of wondering the same thing. Maybe what they're serving isn't actually pasta... it must be some sort of mystery noodle. Anyway, it was pretty good. I ended up getting Salmon Fettuccine and we shared Bruschetta which was pretty much just delicious. Then we went to watch Shrek Forever After... in 3D of course because that just makes everything better. To my luck, after we sat down a million children swarmed in like bees starving for pollen. There were so many children in there it was disgusting. The girl next to me kept rubbing her shoe on my leg. Nasty child. Do I look like a pedophile to you? Don't try to seduce me because it's not going to work. Then at the same time the stupid girl was chewing Big Red gum... You all know how I hate cinnamon right? Sigh. It was definitely the last straw when they tried to "grab" the things that popped out at them during the movie. Ah, we were all young and stupid once right? Not me though. I skipped that stage and now I'm in college. I'm only stupid :)

The Memorial Union was closed or else we would have gone bowling. You would think that because it's a long weekend people don't have anything to do so they would want to go play games or something. Ah well, it's all good, we went Friday night. I'm just saying... if they want to have more business I should be running the place. I'm kidding, not really I would probably just eat everything in sight.

Oh, and also, I went to Segundo dining commons for the first time over the weekend. Did anyone else know Segundo DC was that big? Amazing.

Today I really need to get down to business. It's time to study for finals (which is... I guess, Chemistry because math and English are whatever and Native Americans can suck my non-existent--).

pin hair & play checkers

Eliza's here

I really don't think I've been this happy in my whole life. Wow. Everything is just working out this weekend and it's amazing. The math midterm was a complete joke. I finished in ten minutes and thought to myself, "Yeah this isn't possible I think I'm missing a page, or something must be wrong" so I ask the TA and he tells me that I'm done. I hand in my exam to my professor and he looks at me and gives me the "what the heck" face as I leave the building.

I bike back to the dorm and I'm still smiling (I've been having this constant dopey smile on my face since last night, I'm probably starting to creep people out). So I decide that I need a few more bottles of water and I went to Emerson to get some. I grabbed two bottles and went to the register,

"Are you paying with swipes?" she asks.

I say yes and I'm smiling once again like an idiot. She kind of gave me this look: "what the heck is wrong with you" (this one was different from the what the heck look that my math teacher gave me). I'm definitely creeping people out, but it's all good. Spread the happiness, spread the joy.

And to top it all off, my home girl Eliza is here, she's been here since Friday. In conclusion... Life is good :)

procrastinate & thank the people that died in war for the holiday <3

Unusual

Hello everyone! So I don't really have time to write much but here's the thing: I'm extremely happy :) [I know right? For the first time in my life here]. At the moment, I'm loving life. Nothing can make the next few days go wrong... okay unless I fail my midterm, but I refuse to let that happen.

Anyway, I just wanted to share my happiness with you guys because I believe that happiness is contagious. Whenever you see a happy person you naturally want to be happy as well. That's why generally, happy people like other happy people. What a concept. Spread the happiness :)

life life & jump on the bed <3

For the high

I'm falling asleep. Oh man. Today is going to be a long day (ironic because my last class ends at 12:00pm).

I am tempted to go to the gym today. I really want to go after that stupid Native American lousy excuse for a class but I think I might be turning into a gym junkie and I've always been afraid of those obsessive people. Besides, I heard that if you go over three times a week it defeats the purpose of exercise (says Jillian Michaels, and we all know she's the pro... I mean seriously look at those abs, crazy sexy). Then again... I'm pretty sure the gym will be closed on Memorial Day... ah the decisions in life. I should probably just study.

I'm not looking forward to Friday's midterm. I mean I can tell you what the power series is, I can find the radius of convergence, I can tell you what you have to do to get it, I just don't want to physically do it. Seriously. It's tedious busy work and I have no interest in writing on a full page for one problem. What a waste of life.

You know, I figure, instead of taking finals and midterms, if everyone picked up five pieces of trash off the ground do you know how clean the world would be? I'm just saying we could be using our time more efficiently. (don't even lie, you know you forget everything after the test)

wear a shirt & don't get botulism <3

The crazies

You know that saying? It takes two to tango? I don't believe it. I'm pretty sure you can tango with yourself if you really wanted to. I know that this saying means that there are two sides of a fight and it takes two people to get into an argument. But I don't really think that's true either. I'm pretty sure you can fight with yourself if you wanted to... it's just... who would want to waste their lives like that? Then again there are some crazy people out there... and here for that matter. The world is just a crazy place. To find someone that is sane and that you can talk to? That has got to be one of the rarities of life.

Alright this has got to be the third time that I've said this but people really need to get over themselves. The other day, this girl that I haven't talk to in the longest time decided to call me and we were talking for a while when she admits to me that she reads my blog. She then asks me if I was writing about her. Are you serious? Don't flatter yourself. None of my posts are directed at anyone unless I specifically mention a name or an event. Most of everything that I write about is random. I get inspirational blog topics while I'm biking. That's when you see me fumbling for my iPod (so I can write it down before I forget). If only I could become inspired to write my research paper.

I keep messing up on my post lab and I'm starting to feel bad because I keep having to email my TA. Oh well... I guess that's what they're getting payed for right?

I'm not stupid. I can take a hint, it's just the fact that 假裝沒事比承認容易... 其實我是很脆弱的女孩 (okay you guys might not agree but that's only because I try to hide it). Why am I typing in Chinese? Wrong blog. My bad. I'll update the other one some other time.

One last thing. I fell off the treadmill today because my shoelace became untied as I was running. That wasn't embarrassing at all. Go me.

eat fruit & carve pumpkins <3

Faint of heart

Right after I blogged yesterday a mountain of atypical stuff happened. I really hate using the word "stuff" but I think I'll let it slide this one time.

As I have previously described, I'm kind of in a non-eating stress mode right now but I usually remember to stuff something in my mouth because I see my suite mate eating (and trust me, she eats nonstop; yet, she's still a twig, I'm very jealous). Well, yesterday neither did I see my suite mate nor did I see her eat anything so I completely forgot to eat, even after I went to the gym. (You might not see why this is relevant but you'll know later)

So it was time for class and I left for Chemistry at the usual time. I was feeling kind of dizzy so I thought I should go and get some water from the Junction. I slowed down on my bike and looked back to see if anyone was approaching. All clear. I start making my U-turn and low and behold, some guy biking extremely fast crashes into the side of my bike and I died. I kind of just lay there for a while saying "ouch, frick" repeatedly. At least the guy was nice enough to pick up my bike and ask if I was alright. Though, I'm pretty sure this was partly my fault because as of late I've been kind of out of it. I didn't end up getting the water because I would have been late for class.

Time passed by and I found myself in English where I was kind of dozing. We were supposed to be reading some article and when I finished reading it, I rest my head on my hand pretending to be reading while secretly sneaking in a nap. The weird thing is, out of nowhere I felt like everything was closing in on me and there were these fuzzy black spots. When I "woke up" or whatever happened, I was really confused and out of it but everyone else was in the same exact position as when I... fainted? fell asleep? I'm really not sure. I know that there were the black dots closing in on me and then darkness but after that I'm not too sure what happened. Trippy right?

What I think is... I need some kind of contraption that shocks me every few hours to remind me to put something in my mouth. Anyone want to do that for me? I'm so retarded I swear.

clean toilets & fly airplanes (paper ones of course) <3

Typical

Nothing much to say here, just a typical day.

However, today is going to be the last lab of the quarter! I'm super excited. Although I'm probably going to miss my lab partner. She was pretty cool. It's so rare that you find someone that you can actually have fun with in lab. I'm pretty grateful this quarter.

cut cheese & don't fail at life <3

S'mores

I'm a marshmallow. Not only because I'm a fat kid, but because I'm squishy. I guess this would make sense both literally and metaphorically... let me explain myself. Like I said before, I'm a total pushover. If you ask me to do something, chances are I'll do it for you whether I want to or not (this doesn't apply to my friends because if you're my friend, I'll be comfortable enough to say no when I don't feel like doing something). But because of that people have the tendency to take advantage of me. They think that because I won't say no they can make me do anything they please. Am I a slave? No. I'm not stupid, I know when I'm being used. If I like you (which, trust me, is extremely rare) I'll probably do things for you automatically and without being asked to do so. If I don't like you and you ask me to do something, yeah, I'll do it for you but I won't be happy about it. Of course, I won't vocalize my contempt but I will remember the fact that you're using me. What I mean is, it's only possible to squish me so many times before I burst into a ball of flames. I think everyone has that point or that one little thing that drives them off the cliff. For me, if something bothers me and it happens constantly I'll probably let you know once or twice, but if you don't do anything about it and you repeating the same thing over and over again, that will push me to the edge of the cliff. I have a lot of patience (after years of training), so it takes a lot to push me to that point (and if you're able to make that that frustrated, congratulations), which means you better run the other way-- and fast.

I never used to always be a marshmallow though. I wonder if any of you guys remember middle school... I had so much anger, and I used to swear uncontrollably and I used to be unnecessarily violent. I'm pretty sure nearly every other word would be a swear word. Eventually, people grow out of things. Thank goodness I grew up.

play games & tie hair <3

Stress

I don't know why I feel so exhausted today, I didn't even run as much as I usually do. Even as I'm typing this I'm lying with my face down because I don't have enough energy to look up at the screen. My theory is that because I haven't been eating much lately I don't have enough energy to run at the gym. Oh well, I just have to wait a few more days and all of the stress will be over with and I can eat again. Thank goodness.

What I think is really strange is the fact that whenever I'm stressed, I don't eat. The majority of the people that I've spoken with upon this topic tell me that when they stress out, if they're depressed, or if they have any type of negative emotion, they eat. I learned a while back that eating makes people happy because it releases endorphins, the natural happy chemical, in the mind and it makes you feel good in general. So why don't I eat when I'm stressed out or unhappy? I actually don't know the answer to this either... probably because I'm an alien. I always take out my emotions on the piano or guitar.

I think it really depends on the person. Everyone has something that they do when they're stressing out. Well, whatever works for you, as long as you're not cutting yourself or something along the lines of that.

I don't know what has been wrong with me lately. Last week as I was brushing my teeth I noticed that I had a giant round "thing" protruding out of my gums. It was about the size of a single yogo and it was really hard when I tried to push it so I freaked out because I thought I had some kind of oral cancer. I called my dentist the next day and I asked him if I needed to get surgery on that in addition to the surgery that I must receive for my stress-related gum infection. He responded and told me that because I seem to be under a lot of stress at the moment, things like this happen. Apparently, the bump in my mouth is just another stress related consequence and it will probably go away in a week or so. Guess what? It just popped as I was typing. Now it won't stop bleeding. Delicious. What's strange is the fact that mentally, I don't feel like I'm under so much stress that I would have any type of physical problem. Unfortunately, my body begs to differ.

study & blow bubbles <3

Refresh

Well, the time has come. Today is the day for death. Not really, but Chemistry always feels like death to me. I feel alright about this one though, I mean there are only so many different types of ice tables that you can write out.

Side note: my Native American studies TA really needs to get slapped, shoved off the cliff, and fed to a bunch of rabid starving African children, I'm so over Native Americans. Seriously guys, how many times have I complained about them? This has got to be at least the third time, if not more. This stupid TA takes points off and doesn't explain why. I swear he's out to ruin my GPA. Now you all probably hope that he dies just so I'll stop complaining about him. Sorry, but this is the only place I complain to my heart's content.

I swear to you this girl is a psycho. One second she wants to talk to me, next second she doesn't want to talk to me, and then with the non-stop calling and voice messages. Woman make up your mind. If you're reading this (and I know you are because you tell me that you stalk me) please just go away. Junior year was bad enough is this necessary? Freaking insane. Come to think of it, the world is just full of a bunch of crazy people.

Yesterday I had a long conversation with an old friend. It was quite refreshing.

I feel like this week went by at crazy speed. I think I blinked and the week just flew away. Maybe being in "study zone" makes me feel like I constantly don't have enough time. (By the way if you guys don't know, "study zone" is me + Chem + the blasting of classical music on Pandora).

Angry birds is super addicting, you guys should play if you own an iTouch. That's some good stuff right there, I'm totally hooked. Oh, but on the other hand you might want to wait until summer if you have any finals or midterms coming up soon.

Have a good weekend :)

squeeze lemons & smile at people (but not creepily) <3

Chew chew

I have an enormous bone to pick. It's been bothering me for the longest time and it's so big that it's the size of a t-rex thigh bone, but I'm afraid I can't tell you guys what it is until after my last final. It's going to be an epic post so stay tuned in... 19 days (this is counting weekends, 10 more school days left). You get to know about everything that has happened this year I'll only withhold a few events in which I'll probably complain to you about when you see me in person.

Anyway, before I get ahead of myself and get into summer vacation mode I realize that I haven't really updated much on my personal life lately and that's kind of the point of this blog. However, I'm sure all of you know the extent of my college life is studying for exams so there's really nothing to talk about. Like I said, if you want any of the juicy stuff you're either going to have to wait until my last post before summer, read story behind the story, or call me. Unfortunately, I have previously underestimated peoples' stalking abilities.

I've been extremely lazy lately. I've been so lazy that I haven't fed myself. That combined with the fact that I only have mangos and soup left, makes me want to just lay down and die. Let's see, what did I eat yesterday? A mango and 2 packs of gum. I don't know I really don't have the energy to go out and feed myself. Oh, about the gum. I actually do have a story to tell you guys.

Yesterday I was in my English class and I was bored out of my mind because the teacher tends to drag out the class in order for it to reach 2 hours. So, in the middle of class I was falling asleep and I decided to chew some gum. Being an idiot as usual I decide to see if I can manage to chew the whole pack of gum at once. I shoved all twelve pieces of gum in my mouth and started chewing. Knowing my luck, right at that very moment the teacher said, "Okay, now turn to a partner and discuss blah blah blah." Great. I turned to the guy sitting next to me and I smiled at him trying to hide the giant wad of semi-chewed gum in my mouth. He took my silence as a signal that I didn't want to talk first, so he started talking. While he was talking I just kept nodding my head while trying to find somewhere to spit out the gum. No such luck, the trashcan was miles away. He probably thought something was wrong with me, but everyone seems to think that so there's nothing different there. Conclusion? I guess there really is no conclusion to this story... except for the fact that: yeah, it's possible to chew 12 pieces of gum at one time, you'll just look like an idiot doing so.

use valet parking & get pinkberry mango mini with fruits <3

Sweet little buds

What I've realized recently is the fact that nearly everyone on the face of the Earth owns or has previously owned an iPod (I include the term previously because apple fails at life and people that don't own an iPod right now probably have a broken one stored in a shoe box somewhere). When you walk outside and look around what you see is a sea of people bobbing their heads and shaking their butts along to the music coming out of this magical little device. Everyone is in their own little bubble, tuning out the world and along with it anything that happens around them. The feeling of isolation from society has its perks. I too, am one of those people that tune the world out. It makes life so much easier to ignore everything around you. Then you don't have to encounter or interact with the people that you don't want to interact with.

In a way I think that's the signal. When you see someone with their little white earphones in their ears, eyes closed and swaying to music, it's code for "don't talk to me I'm in my bubble." At the same time, it's possible to say that if you don't want to talk to anyone you pop your earphones in and people will understand that you would like to be left alone (if only telemarketers and those stupid people that try to sell you things at the booths in Valley Fair would get the message).

Over 100 million iPods have been sold and the number is still rapidly increasing as people press the little blue buy now button on the Apple website. But then I wonder, if everyone has an iPod and everyone puts in their earphones, then when will people speak with one another?

Last Wednesday I left my iPod in the room when I was in a rush and I had a panic attack because I thought I would die without music on the way to class. However, it was kind of nice to not constantly have these little ear buds in my ear. For once I could actually hear the quiet, subtle noises around me. It was a nice break from the norm.

Take out your ear buds once in a while and see how it feels.

Just some food for thought. This is kind of a hippy post.

Gahh why am I so obsessed with Rent - Seasons of Love right now? It's so beautiful.

hug trees & free the whales <3

Chemistry stalking

Frick. Someone help me find a house. I'm seriously going to end up being homeless. I can't find anything that I like a lot. I mean I figure if I'm going to live there I might as well like it right? There's really no point in living in a crap hole. Besides, I must keep up appearances. Apparently (according to some fool) my real name is Joanna Hilton. Goodness gracious. I wouldn't mind having that much money though.

Recently life has been pretty pathetic. All I've been doing is studying for my Chemistry midterm, which is Friday, and stalking a professor. The stalking is justified. I'm trying to get into his class but he keeps rejecting me. Third times the charm? I'm desperate okay? Leave me alone. Seriously though, I have got to find a more efficient way to spend my time. I was looking for the professor for an hour before I gave up.

What else have I been doing? I've been rationing food and peeing in weird places. Why do I keep talking about pee? It's just been so relevant these past few days. First things first the food rationing. Apparently I didn't buy enough food when I went to Safeway this weekend with my suite mate. What I have left: 1 banana, 4 mangos, 1 slice of bread, 3 cans of soup. Meaning I'm screwed, basically. Hopefully I can hold out until Saturday. I'm so hungry right now.

As for the peeing. Well after what happened on Saturday (I can't write about that here, I'll write it on my other blog) I've been avoiding the bathroom like the plague. So, I haven't peed in my own bathroom for the past three days. Instead I've been choosing to go down to the first floor and pee in the public bathroom, which is relatively clean considering. I mean, at least they have toilet seat covers and the janitor cleans it every day (she's a very nice lady, I talked to her before).

try to find a star & don't procrastinate <3

Sing or pee?

Kids are not too great. Seriously, what do they contribute to the world? All they do is whine at grocery stores, eat their boogers, and pee in pools. Have you guys been to the pool at YMCA? They put ridiculous amounts of chlorine in it because the stupid kids pee in there all the time. I don't really relish swimming in someone else's pee. I'll swim in my own. Ew. No I won't but I'd prefer it over some kid's pee. Besides, I drink so much water my pee is clear anyways. Why am I talking about pee...

Right. The other day I was wondering: If kids pee in pools do they pee in showers? Or maybe just, do people pee in showers in general? I mean theoretically, all of the water goes to the same place right? So in some strange twisted way I suppose it makes sense. I mean this is easier to explain than to try and argue that Redvines are a fruit (which they're really not... they don't even have fruit flavoring). In that case, is it comfortable? I don't know I can't really imagine peeing anywhere other than a toilet. If you pee in the shower then you're going to have to explain that to me one of these days; however, please don't pee in my shower. Thanks.

Well, I think I'll be a normal person and sing in the shower instead.

avoid idiots & bring an umbrella just in case <3

Homeless

I need to find somewhere to live. Deng it. I called the guy that was selling the 1 bedroom studio and it went to his voice mail. I was half expecting it to be some girl but it wasn't. Also, he had a very murderer-esque voice so I hung up without leaving my name and phone number like he asked. I'm not too sure if I'm comfortable living somewhere in which a guy has previously lived. Mostly because guys are disgusting and I'm the sanitation police. I'm not too sure if I want to call him back or not; I'm kind of scared.

I've been loving the weather lately. I love spring. It's just so perfect (minus April, there's always something wrong with April). May is absolutely perfect. The fact that there are only 13 school days left just makes life that much more bearable (this doesn't include finals). I cannot wait to get out of here. I don't think I can emphasize this enough. I'm suffocating in this nasty atmosphere. This is metaphorical of course... the air here isn't bad. It is dusty though. What I'm trying to get at here is the fact that certain people smell... unpleasant... to say the least. Just saying.

Oh! The guy just called me back. I was too afraid to answer, though. Whatever I'll find another house.

Jay Chou came out with a new CD. I can't wait until it comes in the mail. My aunt (Taiwan) got it for me the day it came out. She's the best in the whole wide world :) it should be a crime that I only get to see her every other year (sometimes less than that). She doesn't have any kids. In middle school I asked her what she would do when she retired. She said that she would just live by herself like usual. I said "No, you're going to live with me!!" and she said, "What if you're broke?" Haha, I love my aunt.

show some leg & chat with someone awesome <3

A lot of nothing

Alright guys, so here's the verdict: summer session 1 - Chemistry 2c + pre-medical/nutrition research internship. That's what I was advised to do yesterday. Apparently I have too many classes I need to take. I told him that I could handle 19 units a quarter but he gave me that "are you f-ing retarded" look so I decided it would be best to shut my mouth. In that case, I guess my summer doesn't start until July 30th. Oh, but it turns out I was right, they didn't let me talk to the faculty advisor; however, they did let me talk to a senior advisor which is relatively decent considering the fact that I am a first year student: the unimportant ant wandering amongst the world of tigers.

You guys know that I've always lived by the theory that it's better to have one or two really good friends than 100 friends that are just okay. I actually feel sorry for the people that don't have any close friends, 100 friends doesn't mean a thing. Time and time again my theory is proven correct. It doesn't make sense to change a good thing. Well, that brings me to human nature.

Human nature is a strange. I'm sure everyone has been disappointed in someone or something that someone has done right? Well that's just the thing, I find myself disappointed all the time. This is surprising because by default I'm a pretty pessimistic person; however, I think I can attribute my disappointment to certain expectations that I set forth for certain people. Then, when they fail to meet my expectations I get upset. Given this information, I think the ideal situation is to not have expectations for anyone. That way no one gets upset right? The moment you let your guard down and get comfortable with someone is "the danger zone". Why? Because that's when expectations naturally develop. You assume that they're going to be the person you expect them to be and when they deviate from your expectation you have the tendency to get upset. This holds true for pretty much everyone (except for those friends that are really stable and never fluctuate: thank goodness for you guys or else I would have been driven to insanity by now [warning: these are extremely hard to find and it doesn't help that I took most of them; get your own]). So what's my point? Never let your guard down, don't get too comfortable, don't have any expectations, and avoid people that fluctuate at all costs (remember junior year? bad. bipolar people = red flag). Then if by chance you find a really good friend, cling on to that like a fat kid and cake (Joanna and tiramisu), if not then just let it go, you can allocate your time more efficiently.

drink carrot juice & braid hair <3

My foot

The weekend is here! Yesterday was a bit disappointing. I always feel really crappy after I talk to my advisors. I have another meeting with my pre-med advisor today at 3:00 so I'll probably be depressed after that too. I don't know, I just feel like the world is coming too an end and it's too much to digest at once. Which probably explains my delirium when I walked into South Hall to make an appointment.

I thought I was going into the right building and I ran up the three stairs because of my anxiety complex. Unfortunately for me I didn't see the half stair that was a bit further away after the third stair. I kept running, tripped over the half step and went face first into the glass doors. The weed smokers on the side of the building laughed at me. Of course I tried to play it cool and I walked in like nothing happened (the side of my foot was bleeding, that's what you get for being stupid). So, I went towards the same room that I went to first quarter.

"Hey can I make an appointment for advising?" I asked.

"Um.. this is the Breast Cancer Research Foundation" says the lady.

Oh. I look down at my boobs. Yep. No breast cancer. I think I'm good. Really though, how embarrassing. Who does that? Well to conclude this story I found my way into the right building.

Hopefully this John guy (the advisor) will be useful. He's not one of the peer advisors he's a staff member which is very rare because usually they're too cheap to waste staff members on Freshmen. I guess I'm just going to have to seduce him into making me a four year plan. Too bad my seduction skills are a bit shabby. Anyone have tips for me?

Have a good weekend guys, hopefully I will too.

run in circles & bleach the floor <3

Hot stuff

Well as you all know, I fail at life in general. So let me tell you all about another failure that occurred yesterday. My suite mate was making tea using the water from the hot water boiler and she used up all of the water. Of course I didn't want the boiler to explode, so I unplugged it and brought it to the sink (if you leave it on without water in it, it reboils, pressure increases and boom exploded water boiler). When I opened the top of the hot water boiler and looked inside I noticed that there were things floating around the bottom. It was calcified. Actually this has been happening for a while now but we chose not to do anything about it because we're lazy people. That's when I decided that someone should clean out the the boiler. I guess that someone is me.

I swirled the water around trying to get every last piece of calcified junk out of the bottom and I then proceeded to dump it out. That's when my hand slipped. I mean I did dump out all of the hot water... onto my arm that is. It hurt like childbirth. Okay, I don't know what child birth feels like... let me think of another analogy. It hurt like a dentist drilling into your exposed cavity without using anything to numb the area. The worst part of this was the fact that we don't have any ice in the dorms so I had to do with a makeshift ice pack: two cans of coke. It worked for a while until the coke wasn't cold anymore. Good thing there's a stash in the fridge.

I was trying to think up other remedies that I could implement when my genius of a friend told me to use toothpaste because it makes the cooling last longer. Sounds reasonable enough to me, I mean, that's what you're supposed to do to your pimples to decrease redness. So of course I reach for the toothpaste and put it on my arm. It wasn't on my arm for long when the same genius sent me this link:

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Should_you_put_toothpaste_on_your_burn

And there I was. Sitting with toothpaste on my arm like an idiot. On the plus side, my arm smelled minty for a while (I went back to using the coke cans though).

The moral of this story? Don't swirl a hot water boiler around if you're not ready for the consequences and don't take medical advice from self acclaimed medical practitioners majoring in English and History (I kid :] if you told me to burn myself I would probably still do it <3).>

Well there goes another failure in the sad comedy that we call my life, I know you guys enjoy these.

use ice packs & tap dance <3

Out of diapers

Guess what guys? It's that time of the month. I'm so bloated. I feel like a beached whale. I kind of want to go to class in a giant black trash bag. Better yet I want to just not go to class and rot in my room. Well, not in my room per se, (because really, who wants to be in there) but a room nonetheless. Being the smart one I am I decided to go to the gym and run 3 miles. Go me. To make matters worse, being the stupid person that I am I brought all of my diapers home and I only left three here. Obviously I have more blood than that. In that case, I must make a Rite Aid run today. Stupid over-priced convenience store.

Well, after today is over with the week goes by rather quickly. I suppose that's the only thing that's relatively good about Wednesdays.

Also I can't believe Carmen got eliminated from Top Chef Masters last week. She was so cool and awesome. It should have been that cocky guy that everyone hates. I don't even remember his name. Oh, it's Marcus or something.

eat salads & bike without a helmet <3

Guys and dolls

I've realized that it's hard to be friends with guys. I'm not sure if it's because the majority of guys I've encountered are jerks or weirdos or if it's because I don't like to mislead people. Maybe it's the fact that guys are, for the most part, insensitive baboons stuck in the primal caveman era. I think it's harder to trust guys in general. I probably only have one guy friend that I can actually have a conversation with. Okay, I might be stretching the truth a little, but at most I have two or three. These guys are so rare, at least I snatched a couple of good ones :)

Customers are freaking annoying. First this stupid girl wants a full refund for the book and she wants full return shipping payed for as well. Are you kidding me? Do I look like some homeless shelter to you? I need money too, you know? So fine whatever I'll just refund her stupid order. I refund her order. Then guess what she does? She emails me back and asks me if she can get a partial refund instead because she thinks that it'll be too bothersome to return the book and she might not have it in time for class. Well gee stupid girl, you should have thought of that before don't you think? The stupid girl doesn't know that Amazon processes refunds immediately and I can't do a thing about it. So really, the stupid girl should have thought about that in the first place instead of sending me an angry email asking for a refund. I swear, I will never start a business. People are such disgusting things.

eat bagels & stare at the wall <3

Beyond kids

What's with this Yaz thing that has been in all of the commercials lately (or maybe it's just Hulu)? Have you guys seen this thing? It's pretty ridiculous. Apparently it's some kind of magical birth control pill. Though I don't quite understand it.

Something else I don't understand is the fact that they have a bunch of smiling women in the background blowing bubbles and laughing by themselves in the car. Have you ever realized that for any and every drug commercial they always have people smiling, laughing, and having a good time in the background? While I'm on the subject there's one more thing. At the end of drug commercials they always talk about the side effects and the risks associated with taking the drug. No one can ever understand what they're saying because they're speaking so fast that it's incomprehensible, which kind of defeats the purpose of even informing people at all. It's kind of like they're speaking another language. I'm pretty sure if they muttered that the drug would turn you into an alien no one would catch it.

Anyway, back to Yaz. They chose "Beyond birth control" as their slogan. But how does a birth control pill go beyond being a birth control pill? That just doesn't happen. That is, unless it has the ability to literally rip the eggs out of your ovaries, then I would understand.

Happy late mother's day. However, I hope no one reading this is a mother... or using Yaz for that matter.

open envelopes (n-veh-loaps not on-veh-loaps) & shower <3

Pinkberry mango

I bought new seat covers and they looked pretty decent after I put them in. I suppose summer will be the time for change. I'm planning on adding a few more things in my car and of course the anti-whale revolution that must be taken. That's going to be a pretty difficult task with Pinkberry's mango tempting me (but now they do home delivery which I think is hilarious).

Did you know that the Pinkberry at Santana Row is the only one in the Bay Area? There's a small one at the Stanford shopping center in El Camino but that doesn't count. They're building one at SFO, in addition to another one that is going to open in Saratoga and finally, Davis as well (lucky me, if they keep the mango that is).

It's about time to go.

blend fruit & peel mangoes <3

Delirium

So I ended up deciding not to sleep last night. Once again. Counter productive. But I have an excuse! For once in my life I don't need to be productive this weekend. Thank goodness. I think once in a while everyone deserves a break right? What did I end up doing you ask? Well. I ended up watching "Have you met the morgans?" (which was so deng funny that I was laughing like an idiot at 5am in the morning; Hugh Grant and SJP of course!) while simultaneously attempting to kick Apple's butt. Unfortunately, as of late, my ipod has started to become a troublesome piece of rubbish and itunes is making the situation worse. Essentially, itunes on a PC is the equivalent of eating celery with whipped cream. Simply put: it just doesn't work like that (unless you really do eat celery with whipped cream... I won't judge, whatever floats your boat).

I was so tempted to not go to my math class yesterday. I stood in front of the building for 10 minutes before I gave in to my guilty conscience. My math teacher is ridiculous. I suppose he tries to make class interesting by naming all of the equations and functions he writes on the board. For example, function "smiley face," "square," "happy," etc. I mean at least he tries... but when you're half asleep and you hear the professor talk about integrating from happy face to sausage and then deriving the big tuna with respect to dy, you become confused (and hungry as well if you're like me). So during class I was thinking about sausages and tuna (which of course led to crab legs) and about how I haven't had real food in the longest time.

I'm really tempted to buy a netbook even though there's really no point in getting one. I need to stop spending money. Hi, my name is Joanna and I have a problem. I fail at life. Online shopping will be the death of me.

Am I the only one that thinks Asher Brook is cute? He's only 20. Hard to believe right? He's not very photogenic but he makes up for that by being extremely good looking in music videos. "Yummy" (it's in quotes).

I'm kind of delirious. The sun is coming out. Good morning world.

buy shampoo & use earphones <3

Number 100

Okay I just noticed that I passed my hundredth blog a couple days ago and I didn't even realize it. So here's a late celebration of that: whoo hoo! How exciting. Yeah. That's about it for today. I figure I had too much excitement yesterday so today's lack of activity evens it out.

I'm in for a relaxing weekend. Yee!

eat avocados & plant sunflower seeds (psych) <3

Free samples

I've just about had it with these stupid Native Americans. They're making me angry. Life isn't helping much. I was really tempted to just skip Chemistry discussion this morning because he said he was just going to go over lab but I decided against it because well, I can't skip a class... it's just not right. I can't even arrive late to a class because I feel guilty to the max. Needless to say I'm chicken poo. Ah well, Chemistry discussion is actually one of the useful discussion classes out there.

However, it turns out Chemistry discussion was a complete waste of time today. I was sitting there staring at the wall and writing angrily in Chinese. Come to think of it I always write in Chinese if I'm irritated. I feel like if I write in Chinese then whatever I write is secretive and no one knows what I'm writing about which is stupid because I'm obviously not the only person that knows how to read/write Chinese. Clearly there's something wrong with my logic.

I was on my way back from Chemistry discussion and the wind was trying to push me off my bike with the strength that a fat man exerts when he blows out his birthday candles. Anyway, I'm there trying to get the bike to move when my hat decides to fly off so I stop my bike and chase my hat down in the middle of the road. My hat keeps moving as I'm running after it like a mad woman (I was afraid my bike would get stolen) but finally I picked it up. When I looked up, a white pick-up truck had stopped and the driver was laughing at me as he watched the whole ordeal. Well. Wonderful. As I continued biking, I biked past the pine trees and the wind was blowing so hard that a branch of bushy pine needles decides to fall down right in front of me. I screamed and hit the brakes. I thought that the pine needles were some drunken bird that fell out of the nest and the next thing I thought was that I would run over the drunken bird. Believe me, the last thing I needed on this lousy morning was bird guts all over my bike. After I realized that it was just a bundle of pine needles I felt like an idiot. How embarrassing. I suppose that's all for this morning. Fail and fail.

I don't know why, but as of now I'm pretty addicted to Tipsy (by J-Kwon). It's probably because the beat is really catchy. I might be turning into a gangster. I must be developing some kind of problem because in the music video on youtube there's a doorbell that keeps ringing and I keep thinking that it's the AIM sound coming from my suite mates computer even though I know that there's a door bell in the music video.

My eyes are closing on me. I think I need some eye drops. Whenever I use eye drops someone always accuses me of being high and trying to hide the fact that my eyes are red. Do I look like the type of person that would get high? Goodness. Just because I have an endless supply of eye drops it doesn't mean that I smoke weed. It just means that I buy my eye drops from Costco, the happiest place on Earth where Churros are only 99 cents, and homeless people can get full off of free samples. Why do they always ask you how old you are before you try to grab a sample? I swear, those people need to just be quiet and hand out the samples. The children are hungry!

Alright. I'm going off in tangents. That means it's about time I leave this post. Native American testing time. Let's get this over with. Quick and painless, hopefully.

wear gloves & wash bowls <3

Fire

This bipolar little weather box is driving me insane. I swear something is wrong with it. In the winter it shoots out air conditioning and now the heater is on when it's 80 degrees outside which makes it extremely hard to breathe at night. But oh man, 80 degrees. I feel like spring was cut short by a month. I'm deprived of a month of my favorite season?! Where's the justice in that? I think if any season should be cut it should be summer. I cannot for the life of me stand the heat. I mean, there's only so much clothes you can take off before you're naked.

Unless you like being naked... then maybe you like summer.

wear rings & run <3

Supersize me

I don't understand why people eat in class. Let me explain this with more detail. I know why people eat snacks and whatnot in class, (heck, I munch on oddities in class at times as well; I know, big surprise right? whale's got to eat) but what I don't understand is why people would go so far as to bring meals to class and eat them there. I suppose this would be the norm in big lecture halls; however, if it was in my English class which only consists of 30 people, that's just ridiculous.

Yesterday this guy decides to bring a giant burger (with fries and a drink) from Carl's Jr. to class and eat it there. I was sitting all the way across the room from this guy and I could still smell it. Diffusion, you know? (ha, leave me alone let me be nerdy) First of all, who the heck eats a whole burger in a class in which the teacher knows you by name? Are you stupid or stupid? Secondly, why must you eat a burger in class when the majority of the class is probably starving to death you evil baboon. I swear our society nowadays. We're all going to look like the people in wall-E in the future.

Now I'm hungry.

don't eat the "three bean salad" & enjoy the weather <3

Paper clip

As I was sending an email to myself the other day (yes, because I have no friends and I try to make myself feel better) I was going to attach my essay onto the email. Of course being the challenged person that I am, I didn't attach it and I sent it. When I went to the other computer to print it out and I opened my email, there was the email to myself. Without the attachment.

The sad thing is this isn't the first time that I've done this. It actually happens a lot. Being the strange person that I am, whenever I do something embarrassing, I always look around to see if anyone saw me. So there I was, looking around at an empty room to make sure no one was there to witness my failure.

I remember this one time I was at Safeway and I was walking along buying groceries and whatnot then out of nowhere everything inside my basket fell to the ground. I don't know how I did it (I think in this case I'm going to choose to blame gravity). Then as I pick up my basket full of vegetables and fruit I look around to see if anyone is watching. Oh yeah, there's always someone watching. This little boy was pointing at me (now now, don't get too excited) and telling his mom that I had just dropped everything out of my basket. Thanks, kid.

And to end this blog, some words of wisdom from my dear friend Garfield:

http://www.popartuk.com/g/l/lgpp30152+monday-sucks-garfield-the-cat-poster.jpg

shake & bake <3

85

Another lazy weekend. I haven't even written my essay yet. Procrastination will be the death of me.

So much for getting ahead. Again.

But on the plus side someone bought one of my textbooks on Amazon. That means I get to do $85 worth of shopping. I mean, I could save it... but... well... :)

I called my grandma yesterday night and she asked me if I had a lot of pimples. I said yes. Then she told me to drink water and bumblebees. That made me laugh. She meant honey but she said the words backwards. 蜜蜂 instead of 蜂蜜. Drink some bumblebees. My grandma is so cute.

I bet no one understood that. Anyway, I should probably stop talking now and go do my essay.

peel oranges & pick strawberries <3

Part II of my

I can't believe it's May already. Where do the days go?

I've never really given much thought about Native Americans. Probably because I have never seen any of them around my neighborhood or at school. I've never really felt anything towards them either. They just happened to be there. Total indifference. Now everything has changed. After taking a Native American Studies course at school, I have never hated anyone more. I know this is wrong and I know this is the largest over-generalization that I've ever made in my life. But what I learned so far from the course is this: all Native Americans are whiny-arse-beaches that can't get over themselves long enough to realize that they need to move on with their lives and stop harassing the government for the money that their long-dead ancestors rightfully deserved. The material isn't even hard, it's just cumbersome and unnecessary. I'm sorry, but seriously, this is irritating me. Is it wrong to have the desire to throw rotten food at my professor every time I see her? Probably. Is it wrong that I want to dunk my TA in ranch and feed him to my suite mate? I suppose. But, I swear to you if I hear another complaint about the hardship and travesty that they've been through I am going to scream and bash my head into the wall. I'm sure after the course is over I will return to my indifference; however, I thought I should mention how I feel at the moment because it's wrong that I'm so irritated. That is, unless this course decides to ruin my GPA. In event that happens, someone is going to get hurt (probably my stuffed animals).

My perfect day would be having friends attempting to light candles in front of Santa Clara Billiards next to a bunch of shady looking smokers, eating tiramisu on the hood of a car with stolen Fantasia spoons, and taking pictures in dim yellow lighting with a lousy phone camera. This probably isn't normal in contrast to what the majority of the world does on a Friday night, but this is what we do on Friday nights and I wouldn't change it for a thing. The way I describe the scene makes my friends sound like ghetto drug dealers, but they're really not. They're the best. I'm really lucky that the coolest people on earth just happened to go to the same middle school/high school as I did. Best coincidence in my life. I love them so deng much and I would probably circle the drain and spiral into insanity if not for their existence, but of course I would never tell them this in person because that would be way too gross (not to mention they would probably send me to a psychiatric ward).

And there you go, that is something that I think can be cancelled out. Finally, all better. Thanks guys :)

Sleep in & play trumpet <3