Break Thus Far

- work at CVS ~> hate Indian, Russian, Asian, and coupon people
- work at Moffet Field ~> more intensely hate fat, non-hygienic, stupid people
- gym ~> hate fat people, smelly people, fat people who think it's okay for them to wear tight clothing, and people who wear granny panties and tight pants
- internet ~> hate procrastinating
- parents' house ~> hate my bed, not having space, annoying family shit

So much hate. Oh well.

Just a Thought

Lately, I've been having a lot of these moments where I've been evaluating myself and the paths I've chosen (clicheee!). It's mostly been brought on by a certain string of events induced by my sister. It's no secret that we are two very different people. And it is definitely no secret that we don't get along. However, I'm usually pretty tolerant of the stupid shit she pulls (ie. stealing underwear, $90 necklaces, makeup, condoms, money, etc. from me or being a skank). This time though, she's taken things entirely too far.

We got into a huge argument because she flipped out over me taking the car to go to the gym with my little brother, even though I'd already confirmed with my mom that I could use it that day. (People with their own cars, be thankful you don't have to share one with someone crazy!) Then she started screaming about how I always ruin everything, how she hates living here with me, and how life is so much better when I'm not around, etc. And then she started shrieking about how she hopes that I get pregnant and die. I collected all of my gym belongings and then left with my brother to the echoes of her screams.

I came home to find the following:
1. my birth control missing from my purse where I'd left it after I took my pill at about 12:45PM. (And no, in case you're wondering, she's not stealing so she can have some of her own. She went to Planned Parenthood and got her own. She took it out of spite.) And yes, it is still missing.
2. my nearly empty Earth Science moisturizer filled with some white crap (possibly John Frieda Brilliant Brunette conditioner)
3. Nair Hair Removal Cream mixed with my Catwalk conditioner.

First of all, 1 & 3 are so LOW. Why would you do that to someone, not to someone who is your FAMILY. And obviously they are all incredibly immature and childish. Rant, rant, rant, I could go on for hours, but that's the gist of my ranting.

Secondly, you really have to evaluate the type of person you're becoming if you are willing to go so far as to take someone's birth control in the hopes that the person gets pregnant. Not to mention that someone is your sister. Is that who you really want to be? Someone so selfish and childish that you put others at risk for something because you can't deal with whatever issues and insecurities you have in a constructive manner? Do you really want to have to grasp at something so petty, ridiculous, and incredibly immature so you feel a little bit better about yourself? Do you really want to be someone who goes completely out of his/her way to cause someone misery just because you didn't get something that you wanted?

There are a lot of terrible and evil things I could do to everyone who has wronged me in some way. I could take my sister's birth control. I could let "accidentally" let it slip out of her purse and in front of my parents. I could urinate in her facewash. I could rub my shitstained butthole all over her pillow. The list goes on. The key word in there is could. I could do all of those things, but I don't. I would like to think that I am a better person that. I would like to think that I don't need to stoop to childish levels to make up for hurt feelings and annoyance. I would like to say that I am above letting petty arguments and nuances ago, because they're just that: petty. I may say a lot of snide and snarky stuff on the side for some LOLz or because I'm furious, but that's an entirely different level than physically messing with someone and trying to make his or her life miserable. So on that note, I do think that I am turning out morally okay despite living with complete bitches for all my life. Or borrowing a line from "27 Dresses", my moral compass does point due north... mostly.

I Really Hate De Anza

The first reason why I don't like De Anza is because it feels like high school all over again. Don't get me wrong, high school was cool and all, but not the classes. I like sitting in a five million person lecture hall and not having the professor ever know me. I like not having professors in said lecture hall not give a damn about whether or not I am there (ie. attendance!). I like not having to deal with group discussions and daily assigned readings with responses (unless I'm in some sort of writing class). I like stuff like that.

But most of all, I really hate De Anza because of the absolutely brilliant parking lot design they've got going on. Seriously, it has got to be every Asians' best dream, allowing for driving like idiots, not paying attention to laws and proper driving etiquette. To demonstrate, I've broken it down into several WTF points, labeled A-G.


A - Considering the fact that they only have three (technically, two) known entrances onto campus, this spot has a lot of congestion. This point has several pedestrian crosswalks and fifty stop signs too many, thus leading to a long line of traffic and people constantly missing the stoplight. In addition, at any given class time, it is nearly impossible to turn out of the parking lot onto Campus Drive because people are trying to get in and out all at once.
B - This is a serious WTF point. It's a small intersection, but not really, and somehow you have to do a semi-U-turn to get out of campus from the parking lot? And if you somehow don't register that there's a semi-U-turn to be made, you have to dodge cars leaving their stop signs. Also, the exit can only fit two cars at most, so anymore than that and the roadway is blocked. Epic design fail.
C - Due to people rice rocketting past and the lack of a stop sign, it is nearly impossible to turn into the parking lot at this point.
D - This is just a WTF point. It SEEMS like when you get over here there'd be some sort of exit from the WTF parking lot, but WRONG. COMPLETELY WRONG. It's just a row of a few shrubs laughing maniacally at you for thinking, like any normal human being, that there would be an exit.
F - This is an exit from the parking lot where nobody pays attention to the stop sign and decides to cut in front of you.
G - UGH. This is the WORST PLACE EVER. I don't know who the FUCK thought this was a good idea, but they should probably be crucified. It is almost impossible to get out of Campus Drive from here at any given time because you always have people turning in from Stelling. Now, if they were all heading in one direction (like to the right), it would be all fine and dandy, but they don't. The entrance from Stelling splits off into two lanes, one for people turning right (the cool people) and the other for people going straight or turning left (the motherfuckers). You never really know which lane people are going to go into, and more often than not they'll change lanes really quick, thus confusing people trying to turn into the five feet of space that allows for you to exit Campus Drive onto Stelling. Then you have to play guess what the people are gonna do at the myriad of stop signs opposite from you, and they're doing the same. And if you err on the side of caution, you have a line of twenty pissed off probably-Asians honking at you to move your ass.

Reason number three as to why I hate De Anza is because their website is confusing as fuck and has no relevant information. In addition, everything on there contradicts everything else. And they're not giving me a $54 refund for withdrawing from a class within the withdraw period. WTF.

In short, I really hate De Anza, and some day, I will purchase a bulldozer and bulldoze entrances and exits wherever I please.

Bland

I don't really have anything to say, so I don't update. My summer has been pretty boring. I don't do much other than school, work & being not fat. I am going to the beach on Sunday though, so I am really excited. And I can't wait to see a few of my Santa Cruz friends. I miss them a lot.
I had my first midterm for Abnormal Psychology on Thursday. 60 multiple choice questions about 4 chapters worth of material. It was pretty easy. I don't mind this class. It's fairly interesting, and I can see random symptoms of various disorders in people I know. It makes me laugh.
I really, really, really hate Intro to Sociology though. This might be the worst class I've ever taken. This might even be worse than Music in Latin America. It's like a high school class, complete with assigned readings that you have to respond to, taking attendance, and small group discussions. I want to drop this class, but I'm not going to because I want to be done with GEs. Good thing I only have like four more weeks of this bullshit. I hope I survive because every day I go, I want to kill myself.
I'm kind of excited for the summer to end and to go back to school, actually. I love home, but I can only take so much of it.
Off to volleyball!

Busy-ish

Summer school's alright. Both of my classes feel more like high school classes. I'm taking Abnormal Psychology & Intro to Sociology. They're both pretty boring, but they take up a good five hours (10-3~) of my Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.
I've got volleyball on Mondays through Thursdays at various times as of now. The Lynbrook open gym is pretty cool, most of the time. Billy is my favorite. The Monta Vista open gym is pretty sucky because it's not even a real open gym. I hate playing six on six when it is unnecessary. Plus it's a giant waste of time. However, work starts sometime soon and hopefully I'll be working Monday, Friday & Saturday mornings, as well as Tuesday and Thursday evenings so I won't have to go to MV open gyms anymore.
Also, I just got a gym membership at 24 Hour Fitness, so I'm going to try to hit that up Tuesday & Thursday before class, and maybe Fridays & Saturdays too. Gotta stay in shape and not be fat.
Sweet. That's it.

An Interesting Title

Today, my volleyball class was canceled. I was very sad. But then some of us went down to OPERS, rented a few beach balls and played on the sand court instead. It was less high level playing, more fun, which was nice. Bonding with other people and laughing endlessly is fun.
Tonight was the Porter/Kresge college night in the dining hall. The theme was Lunar New Year. The food was okay except the orange chicken which was KILLER. MMM. Then they had this international kung fu place putting on performances. When I got there, there was this little boy who was seriously like a roly poly wiggling on the ground and stuff. He was so adorable. All the Asian-ness reminded me of home, as in the Cupertino sense, not specifically my house.
Also, the kung fu place had those dragons with flappy mouths. I was standing with Nolan, looking for a place to sit down and he started gesturing behind me, but I didn't know what he was doing. All of a sudden, I felt something pulling on my hair and I turned and there was a BIG DRAGON with a BIG (tall) GUY standing there behind me. I waved. It was really awkward because everyone was sort of just watching me. That was my awkward moment of the day.

Home...

...is very strange. I don't know what else to say. Currently I'm annoyed by everyone and anyone. I really just want to go crawl into a hole. I miss him. I want to be left alone, but that's probably the worst idea, ever.
Help keep me busy, plz?

Rambles

I'm on the verge of finishing my first quarter at UCSC. I've been waiting all week for my first, and last final for this year. It's kind of strange.
There are only three people left in my apartment now, including myself. I'm surprisingly all packed, but I'm not ready for my final? I think I'll be okay once I take it though.
Today has been a roller coaster of stress with trying to pack not only for home, but for Washington as well. My suitcase is completely overstuffed with all the stuff I wear, stuff I might wear, toiletries, shoes, random things I might need. It's really strange.
There's a strange empty feeling here now, but I'm kind of really excited to go home. I am fully aware of the fact that once I am home, I will want to leave again, despite the fact that my parents really don't give a rat's ass about what I do or who I am doing it with.
I am rambling.
And now I will attempt to cram for the final I have in 22 minutes.

Major LOLZ

All I can say is...

Things I Am Excited For (In No Particular Order)

- getting lots of sleep over the next few days
- (successfully?) finishing my first quarter in college
- seeing my awesome boyfriend
- hanging out with all my friends
- CHRISTMAS
- food (getting fat?)
- volleyball
- my Writing 2 class about reading into American pop culture (omg story of my life)
- Gossip Girl
- New Year's--let's figure this drunken shit out, homies.

Awesome

Yesterday, as in Sunday, November 23, 2008, Nicholas C. Rubin came up to visit me. It was awesome. It was the first time someone came to see me! Nobody loves me, I guess, haha.
I go home tomorrow, as in Tuesday, November 25, 2008. I'm kind of excited. I also found someone to cover my shift for me on Wednesday so I don't get fired.
I hope this means that this week will be better because I'm counting all the positive things. I hope they outweigh all the negative things that have happened so far because I would really like one good week. That's all I'm asking. One.

FOOD

I think I am perpetually hungry. It makes me sad because I want to eat all the time. And no, it's not because I am depressed.

Thanksgiving Break is coming up SOONER THAN SOON. Two weeks from now I will be at home. Let's go eat! Preferably places from the following list:
- Mandarin Gourmet--NATE!!!
- Baja Cactus--also NATE!!!
- Layang Layang--family!!!
- KFC--family!! Just kidding.
- Pho Bac So Mot--aka the best pho place known to man/Vietkind
- Quickly's, plz thx--family
- Florentine's
- Chipotle!
- In'n'Out. It's an exception to the no burgers thing, but only once.
- Perkins house
- FOOD!!! :) Yes, food is a place.

Preferably not food from the following list:
- Pizza
- Hamburgers
- Pizza
- Hamburgers
- Fries
- Pizza
- Shitty pasta
- Hamburgers

My Davis Adventure

On the way to Davis
- I sat next to an annoying baby plus hippie mother on Bus 16 - Laurel East to the Santa Cruz Metro. The baby pulled its mom shirt down and started sucking on the boob. It then tried to grab me and touch me. It also bit the rubber part around the window and drooled all over it. Fucking babies.
- There was a lot of traffic. When there was finally minimal amounts of traffic, I told Ryan to haul ass. He drove 75 mph.

At Davis
- Meher, Hermes, Katherine, Ryan, RJ & I got really drunk. Really, really drunk.
- I wrote a song for Neri Lubomirsky. It is amazing. Hopefully I will remember it around Thanksgiving so I can sing it for everyone!
- I finished off OVER half a fifth of Jager. Ballin'!
- I beat Arjun up for being a dumbass.
- I played Gears of War 2! Good thing my roommate, Paul, taught me how to play before I left.
- I went to my first college football game as a college student. Kind of.

Back from Davis
- My mom refuses to replace the rum she took from me.
- She took me out for Chinese food. YUM.
- I miss everyone a lot already. And I don't like Santa Cruz very much, even though it's still kind of fun. Someone keeps moving my stuff around, ie. stacking my shoe boxes and clearing my bookshelf. I know I didn't do it because I always keep my Uggs on top of them when I'm there, and I never stack my shit. Nor do I keep anything clean. Lame.
- I miss everyone.
- I miss everyone.
- I miss everyone.
- I'll be back for Thanksgiving break on Tuesday night. HANG OUT PLZ? When will everyone else be back?

Strangely enough, this was the most fun I've had since college started. Epic fail. (Wow, I used almost all of my tags in this post.)

I Miss

home, and the way things used to be: normal.
I can't handle this shit. I hate college.

No Life

The best thing about being SO FAR away at college is that people think I can just drop everything to pop back home randomly on weekdays. Not like I don't have classes or any obligations or anything. Next time anything happens to me, I'll make sure that they come immediately. Not like they don't have obligations or anything, right?

On a random note, or several random notes...
The FedEx guy at Longs gave me a mini pumpkin today!
I found a third tree sitter, hidden mysteriously above me. I always wondered why that orange cone was there. Now, I know why!
I saw a guy on a bike get hit by a car last week! I forgot to blog about it.
In my Documenting Oral History class, there's a girl whose lower half of her face looks like the Joker's. NOT EVEN KIDDING. It even moves similarly. It sort of freaks me out, a lot. I always stared at her oddly in class to try and figure it out. Now I have.
I hate buses and missing them. Yesterday, a bus left me behind. Today, I was more assertive and I banged violently on the door, and the bus stopped and let me on. Then some guy made fun of me. It's not my fault the stop lights don't change fast enough.

Watch this video. It's very insightful.

In fact, check this shit out. Your life will change. Not gonna lie. www.mrchicity.com

Home

This is the first time I've legitimately gone home this school year, and frankly, I won't be doing it often. Save for concerts and whatnot. I took the Highway 17 Express back from Santa Cruz for $4, and I am never standing up on it again. I got there around 1 o'clock and there was a long line for the bus. Two people before me, the bus driver stopped people from boarding and said that if we were willing to stand the entire ride, and not wait an hour for the next bus, he'd let us on. I thought to myself, Hmmm, I don't want to wait. I'll just stand. Good idea, right? Wrong. It was the worst Highway 17 trip I've ever taken. Complete with nausea and motion sickness, and cigarette-stenched people surrounding me. I will never stand on that bus again.
Now I'm home, and I wish I weren't home. I mean it's nice, but it's different. My parents keep bothering. Everyone's fucked up my stuff. Things are generally annoying. I'm going to go nap and get ready for VIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS.