Saturday, February 28, 2009


That is all.
Ryan and I went to one of my coworker's dance parties and there were a lot of people and it was semi awkward and I didn't know anyone. But I was really drunk so it was okay. And then one of my managers showed up and we was chillin'.

Edit: Thanks to everyone who picked up my drunk dials. :)

Thursday, February 26, 2009

More Finger Crossing

I might have some exciting news tomorrow. I don't want to say much because I don't want to jinx it. But keep your eyes peeled and your fingers crossed.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A Smidgen of an Update

Not much has been going on in my life. Seriously. It's just college, college, college: papers, midterms, random drama.
I've been slacking off a bit since Brad visited and am trying to get back on track. Friday & Monday, I slept through my first two classes because my alarm didn't go off, or I turned it off in my sleep, or something. I've pretty much caught up on all the work that I've needed to do, but I feel like the rest of this quarter is like moving molasses. SLOW AS ALL HELL.
I am in dire need of another vacation. Or perhaps no more school forever.
The people who sit around me in my math class think I'm really dumb or something because I never show up to class. And when I do, I sleep through it or do other more interesting things like write letters of epic proportions or doodle and only semi-pay attention to what Bruno says. Then I make snide remarks and questions to Ryan. Then the people around me think that I don't know anything and they try to explain it to me and I sort of just give them a blank stare because what they are explaining is wrong and they stop. I don't know why I bother. Little do they know, I am actually semi-smart, and I have the only A in the class. That might go down after the midterm on Friday though. But I still like thinking about how I am temporarily good at math.
The girl who sits next to Ryan and me is very strange. She has a mustache and she smells bad. During class, she makes herself smell even worse by applying bad smelling lotion. Also, she looks like a long faced ghost man. She amuses us greatly, but I try not to look at her too much because that would be entirely too distracting and more of a stench than I can handle.
The guy who sits in front of me and sometimes to the side of me has Pumas with an olive green stripe that he wears with olive green corduroys. He has the body of Danny Katz, no joke. I mean, if you chopped off their heads and put them side by side, you wouldn't be able to tell who was Danny and who Puma boy was. Except one's hand might move to scratch its crotch, but I have not observed Puma boy enough, nor do I intend to because I don't want to go to class that much.
Spring break please come faster, thanks.

Also I realized that every time I blog, it's to complain about something, or to talk about something nonsensical. I might have to remedy this. Or maybe not.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Best Website Ever

Also lol. Brad asked if that was mine.

Thursday, February 19, 2009


I haven't checked my mail in a few days, so today was an excellent surprise!
I am opening it right now and I'm afraid I won't remember what I got so I am tallying them right now.
- a free Crest Advanced Whitening Strip sample AND coupon.
- an Aveda postcard advertising going into a store and getting a free skin care consultation and a three-time try sample of Enbrightenment Brightening Correcting Serum
- a coupon book filled with over $30 worth of coupons for Swiffer, Febreze, Dawn, Cascade and Mr. Clean.
- free samples of Sunsilk shampoo, conditioner, heat defense cream and two one dollar coupons.
- a free Trojan Her Pleasure lubricated condom
- a free sample of Garnier Nutritioniste Ultra Lift Daily Targeted Deep Wrinkle Treatment. INTENSIVE.
- a free Hugo Boss perfume sample
- free Harajuku Lovers fragrance samples
- a returned letter :(
- three free Yogi Tea samples
- a letter and a card from my cousin, Jessica
- a Cosmopolitan magazine
- a free Playtex Gentle Glide sample
- new Mizuno Wave Lightning 4's in the RIGHT SIZE.

A new update coming later on things that have happened in the past few days.

Also volleyball went REALLY WELL today. I got two sweet digs off my fist, complete with rolls. Absolutely beautiful ups. I got a few aces, and some more nice digs. My passing was pretty on, especially serve-receive, mostly. My hitting wasn't bad, but it wasn't my best. I would complain about the sets I got, but you're not really supposed to, and I'm lucky that I'm getting set, so, yay.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Oh, the Grind

I suppose it's time for a much needed update. In a way, I'm hoping that by not updating, everything will cease to end, but alas, it is not true. Things are back to the way they used to be, maybe even a little bit more deteriorated. Brad is home in Washington; I am here, trying not to be sad. And outside, the world moves on.

Thursday, February 12th
I rented a Zipcar, quite a nifty little thing, really. You pay a flat membership fee (for me, $35) and you have wheels at your pleasure, provided that they haven't been reserved. Depending on the car, the rates are $8+/hr and $65+/day. Also, they have a Toyota Matrix ($8/hr) and a Toyota Prius ($10/hr) right outside the intersection of Heller and McLaughlin where the bus stop is, just a stone's throw away from my apartment. Anyway, I rented a Zipcar and drove at 7 in the morning down Highway 1 & 17 to pick Brad up from the airport.
I love that first moment of seeing him standing there, then running into his arms, and the first kiss after beeing apart for months. It makes the endless distance and waiting so worth it.
We drove back and grabbed food at Kresge College's Owl's Nest Cafe, and then cuddled for a bit until I had to go to volleyball. He came with me to class and watched me play. It was his first time seeing me do anything volleyball related! Sadly, I didn't have a really good day/I didn't touch the ball very much because people suck. However, I did get some badass hits, a PANCAKE (omg, so gloriously beautiful. Also that was two pancakes in one week), a few digs, and some aces, which was kinda cool.

That's a pancake! Except mine was even more legit. It bounced off my palm perfectly.

Then we went back to my apartment, and took a nap. I woke up after about an hour and studied for my chem midterm the next day. We went to Tacos Moreno up at Crown/Merrill which has pretty awesome burritos and nachos and stuff. After that, I took him wandering down Merrill where we encountered some guy completely thizzed out of his mind who talked to us for about 30 minutes about metal. We, then, wandered over to Stevenson and met up with my friend, Thomas, for a little bit and hung out. Brad and I got tired and walked back to my apartment, and climbed into my bed and cuddled and watched "Rush Hour 3". It was cool.

Friday, February 13th
I woke up and took my chem midterm, headed over to the Porter/Kresge dining hall to grab a meal-to-go filled with breakfast shenanigans, and went back to my room where Brad was sleeping. Then we slept on and off, periodically getting woken up by my roommates coming in and out of the room, until about 1:30PM where we finally got out of be. We ate breakfast/lunch and listened to all the people going to Tahoe bicker, argue, bitch, and whine about going to Tahoe until they finally left. Then Brad and I went wandering around campus again and I dropped off my math homework at Jack Baskin Engineering. We hiked over around the library and stomped around the mud a bit till we got to the ARC. There is a huge meadow next to the ARC where we stomped around some more and filled in those little ground squirrel holes. It was fun!

I love torturing little animals. Kinda. Then we headed back to my apartment and dicked around for a bit before going downtown to see "Friday the Thirteenth".

It was cool. Really brutal, and gore-y-ish, and terror inducing. Also the soundtrack was composed by Steve Jablonsky who did "Transformers", but I will admit that I did not pay much attention to the background music. If anything, there were a lot of dark, and ominous tones. I'm not going to spoil the movie for anyone who hasn't seen it! Maybe I will blog about this later. I have to say, I enjoyed the original "Friday the Thirteenth" a lot more. Probably because it was ridiculously cheesy and silly. Post-movie, Brad and I went to Longs to stock up on alcohol (a HANDLE of Jagermeister<3, a handle of Svedka for Nolan and Jackson, and a fifth of Bailey's for Tim), milk and white-out. Then we went to Woodstock's for pizza! After much deliberation, we decided on the BBQ chicken over the all meat orgy. Now that I think about it, we probably should have gotten the all meat orgy, but the BBQ chicken was pretty excellent as well. Brad thinks Jake's BBQ chicken pizza is better than Woodstock's though. Oh well.

Saturday, February 14th
This was my first Valentine's Day actually with Brad. In fact, it was my first Valentine's Day with any boyfriend, for realsies! We woke up around 2PM, ate some clam chowder and went downtown to explore, and eventually back to eat for Valentine's Day dinner. We got caught up with a bunch of things, and ended up staying later than we'd thought, so we nixed the going back to campus to change and then go back downtown. We switched around some of our plans. We cleaned the kitchen because I'm pretty sure it has AIDS. And then, he made me dinner while I made awesome Reese's Peanut Butter Cup brownies! It was really cool :) We had pasta, and he made the sauce, not from a jar! Inside there were mushrooms, sausage and basil. It was yummy. I wish I had more, and I wish I took a picture! It was quite the odd Valentine's Day dinner. We were headbanging to Hate Eternal. Brad was drinking Widmer Hefeweizen and I was drinking Arbor Mist.

This picture doesn't quite do the metal justice. Namely because when you make the horns, YOU DO NOT STICK YOUR THUMB OUT. Anyway, I guess that if we ever get married and have kids or nieces and nephews or whatever, it'll be one of many stories we have to share. After the Hate Eternal, I decided that in light of Valentine's Day, it was time to listen to my arsenal of cheesy music! So we listened to our song (Carlos Santana's "Love of my Life", in case you were wondering), and we danced around the kitchen. Then I played "Can I Have This Dance" from "High School Musical 3" which I absolutely LOOOVE, and we danced the kitchen some more. Then we both decided that it was enough cheesy music, and we put on Bloodbath's "Nightmares Made Flesh" and stomped around the room. I love Bloodbath. I can't wait until they tour. Brad says they'll probably end up touring after Opeth is done touring, and I AM SO EXCITED. I am such a fangirl to the MAX. Yes.
After that, Brad helped me rearrange my desk and drawers so I have more space-ish. I like it a lot better because my back is to everyone who comes in the door, so I can just ignore everyone. Awesome.

Sunday, February 15
Brad and I woke up late and he made me breakfast! It was ballin'. Sausage and scrambled eggs. We did our laundry for like four hours since three of the six washing machines were broken, and some girl did like fifty loads of laundry. While we waited, we played some intense bad ping pong, and later, we went to the Kresge Rec Room and played some miserable pool; miserable meaning I lost badly to my boyfriend, the pool champion. We came back after finishing laundry to find out that Nicole and Jeremy came home from Tahoe a bit early. Jeremy had a midterm to study for and Nicole somehow hurt herself while sledding.

I googled sledding accident and that's what came up. Um. Yeah.

Then Brad and I dressed up sort of and went to dinner at Sabieng, AKA the best Thai food in Santa Cruz, but not as good as Layang Layang or Krungthai. Afterwards, we walked to Longs in the pouring rain to purchase one of those big Sterilite drawers for the top of my dresser so I can organize things more nicely. They were on sale for 25% off, but the BIGGEST ONES were on Last Chance for $10.50! SCORE!!! :) So we went back to my apartment with that and we gave it a bath because it was kind of dirty and put all my things in it. Then we drank with Paul, Nolan, Jackson, John and Jeremy. It was John's first time drinking too! Crazy! Also, I fucking love Jagermeister.

Yes, that is a Jagermeister E30 M3. Two fucking awesome things in one.

And that was pretty much the night + John puking and me puking after drinking Jager and a screwdriver and not smoking like a pussy and then falling asleep on the couch watching South Park. Also, I had this intense craving for bacon and Paul made some bacon before Brad and I went to bed and he gave me a piece because I made brownies and gave him pizza.

Monday, February 16
We woke up kind of late again and went to eat breakfast at 9/10 which goes until 3PM. BUT THERE WAS NO MORE BREAKFAST. It was semi-saddening. Instead, we resorted to eating the never changing food that 9/10 has: pizza, tacos/burritos/quesadillas, soups, salads, sandwiches, drinks, fruits and desserts. :( Gross. It started raining again, and we wandered around 9/10 for a bit and then headed back to my apartment. After that we went downtown and sort of wandered around some more. I found out that the Pacific Trading Co. sells the True Religion Stella skinny jeans that I want so I must stalk that place until they go on sale or something! After a while, it started getting dark, and cold and the stores closed, so we took the 16 back up to Bay/Mission so we could eat at the Greek place, Vasili's. When we got there it was CLOSED. Because for some reason, the store is CLOSED on Mondays. It was so lame. We ended up walking down Mission until it turned into Highway 1 again, to find food, but there was NONE. So we went to this restaurant that was semi-high end called HAWGS Seafood Bar. The food was pretty good, and we were both really hungry! AND I SATISFIED MY CREME BRULEE CRAVING. It was amazing. Then we went back to my apartment where everyone was back. Brad and I then watched "Gothika" which really isn't that scary anymore. I don't know why it used to scare me so much. But it's not that scary.
Also, Monday was our one year and nine month anniversary. COOL.

Tuesday, February 17
Originally we were going to wake up at 9 and go to breakfast, but that kind of didn't work out, and we ended up waking up at 11 so I could go to volleyball. Volleyball was kind of dumb, again. It made me sad. I wanted Brad to see me play well. We ate and we went back to my apartment and showered. I started to get really sad, and we climbed into my bed, locked the door, and cuddled. Then it gets awesome, except that's being really sarcastic.
Lisa tried to get in the room but she couldn't because it was locked. Then she said she was going to get her key, so she got her key and tried to unlock the door, but she couldn't? I don't understand how difficult it is to open a door with a key because it really isn't. Then she went back and got Eli and started screaming and swearing and flipping out. They both began banging on the door really annoyingly hoping to annoy us into opening the door, or something I guess when they had a key! Lisa started swearing at us and that made Brad mad because he was dealing with me being upset about him leaving so he called her a stupid bitch, and she flipped out even more and went crazy. Finally, he got fed up and opened the door and started yelling at them for not being able to open the door even though she had her key. Then she started screaming about him staying here and not being considerate or disrespectful or whatever and about how she lives here. Then he retorted with if she lived here then maybe she should carry a key on her because that is logical and the best solution. It was obvious that she got owned because then she started screaming about irrelevant shit, like being called a stupid bitch. She was shrieking about him not even knowing her and calling her a stupid bitch. And it was kind of like duh, he doesn't know you, but he knows enough from me and from encounters with her to deduct that she's a stupid bitch. It was GG x2 because then she resorted to screaming about him sitting on her bed. Not even kidding. She was like "Well, then get off my bed!". Eli and Jay got all up in Brad's face, and made him even more mad too. It was the stupidest and most pointless thing ever. But it was kind of funny because they were getting owned so hardcore. Brad was like "Sorry, I have more important things to deal with than you not being able to manipulate a key properly." And looking for an excuse to escape, Eli was like ZOMG, he said sorry, let's go Lisa. Then Lisa was like *shriekscream* "Fuck you" to Brad and they both flounced out.
That kind of ruined the cuddling that went on prior to the dumbness because Brad was pissed off. We hung out for a bit and then Brad came up with the best idea ever. He took down the signs that Nicole and Lisa put up for me and on the back of Lisa's he wrote a message: "Don't be a lock nazi... seriously. <3 Bradley" Then he drew a picture of a swastika in a circle with a slash through it. It made me laugh. And before we left for the airport, he put it up on the door and locked it and we left through the side door.
I wish I got a picture of it before they took it down, because when I got back it was gone. :(
The drive to the airport was fairly uneventful. When we got there, Brad's flight was delayed by like half an hour which made me a bit happier because that meant thirty more minutes with him. I was a mess by the time we got there, which kind of sucked. I hate it, but I can't help it. Then he had to go through security and it sucked even more. I had to pull myself together to drive back.
When I got onto 880, there was massive amounts of traffic 'cause there was an accident, so I didn't really get onto 17 until about 8PM. While stuck in traffic, I called Zipcar and extended my reservation from 8:30PM until 9PM so I didn't get charged late fees. Then it started raining, so it took me about an hour to navigate through 17 and back up to campus. I made it back at 8:50 and I missed my intramural volleyball game.
Santa Cruz sucks without Brad :( and this apartment sucks even more. Also it's kind of awkward and lonely again. I miss him a lot.
And that's basically it.
I miss having him here so much. It was such a nice break from the usual college boredom, semi-loneliness, and schoolwork. :( I can't wait until I see him again. So for now, it's back to what I've been doing for the past five months. Lots of joy and fun. Sigh.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Kung Fu Hustle

Most epic movie ever.
See it.

Saturday, February 7, 2009


I'm playing at Santa Cruz right now. And I've killed two people. I'm not quite sure who my third target is, but I know that some of my roommates know her. So hopefully I will be able to eliminate her. That will be awesome. My first two kills were pretty awesome. I caught them both completely unawares. I will not disclose names for the time being in case I get snooped on by other people. I don't want any data to leak that could potentially jeopardize me killing someone. And I am very determined to kill as many people as possible. This is the best game for me. Nobody knows who I am. But I am a very good creeper and I can and will find everyone.

Side rant--I think it's funny when I mention Brad and I see people's faces change immediately. Then they ask me to ask him to do something for them. Idiots. I know you guys don't like him, but don't be a fucking dick about it. That's all I ask. I don't care if you think he's ugly, not good enough for me, whatever, but tell me once and keep it to yourself, because more than that is not cool. He's someone who makes me happy, so accept that and dislodge the tree trunk out your ass. Thanks.

Side note--I also think it's funny that Nicole tries to unite people against people she doesn't like, and they basically end up uniting against her. Awesome.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Unneccessary Bullshit

Honestly, I'm so tired of the bullshit my fat roommate is pulling. She is annoying as all hell, and is completely passive-aggressive about everything. She is almost the sole reason as to why I hate fat people.
Last night, I sat here at this computer listening to her whine to John about how he didn't love her because he didn't want to sit in her bed with her while she wrote her essay. She announced to everyone walking by our room that she was lonely because her bed was empty and tried to convince other people to come sit with her. She started throwing her stuffed animals at him. Then when he tried to ask her about her essay, she announced that she was no longer going to talk to him. So he decided to ignore her. About thirty seconds later, she proceeded to pester him about what his essay was about until he finally got fed up with it and told her.
Why are you going to force him to sit in a bed with you when he doesn't want to and then throw a tantrum about it? What are you? Five? That's just ridiculous. If he's happy on the floor, leave him be. You both writing an essay, not playing House.
Today, I talked to John and I asked him how fond he was of Nicole. He said not very because of how childish she's being. When the Boiler Incident occurred (see previous post), Paul was sleeping. Nicole and Anya decided to go wake him up all up in giggles because they were like ZOMG the boiler is going to explode! Obviously it wasn't going to since the noise had been occurring on and off all night. He had an 8AM class and was very peeved at being woken up so early by two annoying, giggling idiots after being woken up by the boiler. He left for class and yelled at them, but came back about five minutes later since he forgot something. They started to tease him for being so angry, and he flipped a lid on them because they were being stupid. If they really thought the boiler was going to explode, they would not have been giggling. Interrupting his sleep was not a good idea. Nicole proceeded to yell at him about how he was being annoying and he needed to shut up, after SHE woke HIM up by being annoying.
Now, according to John, she's launched Operation Hate Paul, similar to one she did to me. She is trying to turn everyone against him by telling them that Paul is being mean. He didn't do anything to her other than get angry at her because she did something inconsiderate, and now she's trying to pull some petty, immature bullshit.
She also has Operation Hate Nolan, and Nolan is the nicest, most polite and respectful person in this apartment. He's the person who will take the door from you if you're holding it open from him. He's the type of person who if he senses he has done something wrong will apologize immediately. He always says please and thank you. He's that type of person. She constantly makes all these bitchy remarks to him. A few weeks ago, he said that something was probably not a good idea, and she freaked out at him and started to yell at him for being condescending. Also, she constantly accuses him of throwing banana peels in the garbage can even though she doesn't see him do it.
She annoys everyone in some manner. Last week, Jay was complaining about how she was being annoying, so he told her to shut it. She just replied, "Shut up, Jay. You love me" and began clinging to him.
Not to mention, she's just inconsiderate. Her stuff is everywhere in the room. Difficult to stumble around in the room at night everywhere because that's how everywhere it is. It's in a pile practically in front of the door. It's in a pile next to Lisa's desk, and on Lisa's dresser to the point where Lisa has to start kicking it around to get to her things. And Lisa doesn't even really live here anymore.
I don't know what else to say, but in case, somehow she's reading this... Let me tell you something. I'm not talking shit about you behind your back, because the next time you start acting like a little bitch, I will tell you to shut the fuck up and grow up. And all the above will be used as ammunition against you. So you might as well stop now.
Seriously? You're an adult. You can play polite with Nolan, Paul, and me. You don't have to waste your time doing dumb crap like this. I don't like you, but you don't see me flipping out at you randomly over stupid things. I just ignore you unless it is imperative that I can't. Why can't you do the same? It's not that difficult. Pretend I don't exist, and I will do just the same for you. I guarantee it.
I thought that in leaving high school, I'd be leaving this immature bullshit behind. Just goes to show how wrong I am. Places change, but people never do.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I went to bed sometime this morning around 2AM after being really frustrated with "Gossip Girl" (sorry, Yangdi!) and math homework combined with not being able to keep my eyes open. At 6AM I awoke to this loud crackling noise coming from the boiler room next to me. It kind of freaked me out because I didn't know what was going on there or if it was going to EXPLODE! I woke up my roommate and was like is this natural? She thought it was my fan being loud, but no way in heck is my fan ever that loud, even on the highest setting. Also my fan doesn't crackle like it's going to EXPLODE. Fixit wasn't on campus yet, and the CSOs were off duty, so I called Campus Dispatch and they said they would send someone over. We waited while everyone else woke up because of the noise, and Campus Dispatch's person still wasn't there. Another person from my apartment called and Campus Dispatch said that they would tell the person when he comes in at 7!!! 7AM! AKA THE BOILER COULD HAVE EXPLODED AND WE WOULD BE DEAD. So I packed all my valuables, like my laptop, camera, volleyball shoes, money, wallet & phone into my backpack and waited outside with the rest of my apartment minus Paul until the person came.

FYI--these are pictures from a boiler explosion. Lots and lots and lots of steam!
I would have died if the boiler exploded! My bed is right next to it above that white stripe against the wall over the car hood in my room, lol.

It turns out that the pump cup thing that puts water into the boiler was broken so it was trying to push water in but there was nothing so it made the creepy noise. The guy turned off the water heater and I went back to bed because I don't have class until 12PM.

The stupid one hour gap between me sleeping + me sleeping legitimately for only 4 hours really messed with volleyball today :( I was so exhausted. I didn't play terribly, but I was kind of slow and tired. Also, volleyball sucked in general today. The level of play was meh. There was some girl from the beginning class who decided to play with us today and it was the worst thing I've ever seen. She couldn't pass. She couldn't hit. She couldn't serve. She actually said, "Don't serve so hard guys, my arms hurt." Honestly, she was like Lora Lerner except younger, awkward giggle-laugh, weird shaped face and all.

I googled her and this picture came up.

Yeah, every time she screwed up, she was like teeheeheeheehee *flounce*. She wouldn't go for any balls if they landed in front of her, or behind her, or anywhere not at her. Then she tried to do that jungle ball crap. And also, there's this fob girl in the class who is really annoying and can't play. I also don't understand what she says. And when she says service it sounds like saaaaaahveeeeez. That kind of bothers me too, though I should be used to it.

Some guys playing jungle ball volleyball during the Vietnam War.

The caption for this was "Bad JV volleyball slut chain." My favorite.
This makes me miss my Point Break days with William Charles Fowler, AKA my most favorite person ever. "You guys play like a BAD JV TEAM!" *rapid eye blink* "You guys play like the Independence JV team!" *rapid eye blink*

It was very frustrating. I got a bunch of aces, some digs, and some kills though. That was cool.
I have a game tonight. Hopefully it goes better!
Tonight's intramural game went really well! For me, at least. I got some kills, some aces, and some flippin' sweet digs. My passing was definitely on! It was very, very awesome. Oh, and did I mention we KILLED the team, even though the guys were kind of sucking? Even more awesome. Also, I play outside for my team, and I got set the ball, and I had a huge blocker waiting for me, so I softly roll shotted it to my right (his left), right around the block, and it was ABSOLUTE & TOTAL WIN. YEAH!!! I love volleyball. I'm really sore. Haha.

Monday, February 2, 2009



PS - if you had a missed call from me, THIS ATROCITY is the reason why.
PPS - I must admit that scene was pretty hot though. BUT IT IS SO TERRIBLE. I HATE YOU DACHEL CUMPHREY.

The Best Ever!

I had a precalc midterm on Friday. I was pretty freaked out and semi-nervous before I took it because I thought I wasn't prepared. My professor kind of sucks at explaining things. And I suck at math. I started the test and I found it was relatively easy, and I finished fairly quickly, probably halfway through the period. I glanced around and I noticed that everyone else was still working diligently and breaking a sweat over their exotic math problems, so I was like WTF!!! I went back and double checked all my math problems and answers and everyone else was still working, so I was still like WTF!!! Then I decided to turn in my stuff and leave because I did not want to check my answers again or sit there staring into space. After the exam, I talked to Ryan and Morgan who are in my class and they both thought it was really difficult, and I was like WTF again because I thought it was ridiculously easy. The problems were just semi-tedious since the professor tried to trick you into getting the wrong multiple answer, rather than having just a bunch of random answers and the right answer. If you made a mistake somewhere in the problem, you would have gotten a wrong answer that corresponded with a multiple choice answer. Which is dumb because you're supposed to test what people know not trick them. Anyway, I was like uh oh because I didn't think it was very hard. Usually when that happens I end up failing.
I woke up this morning to a message from this guy, Robert, on my intramural volleyball team who I noticed was in my class on the day of the midterm, telling me that scores were up. So naturally being the curious, little Asian nerd that I am, I checked. I anxiously waited for the PDF file to download. I anxiously waited for it to open in Adobe Reader 9. I anxiously scrolled down the two pages looking for my ID number and scores after rows of scores with corresponding terrible grades, and then I got to mine. 96.30!!! 96 point fucking 30!!! After some more looking, I GOT THE HIGHEST GRADE ON THE MIDTERM. AND I GOT THE ONLY A!!! IN MATH. 96.30!!! I HATE MATH AND I SUCK AT IT. So I am really excited.
Plus Brad is here in ten days.