Common Sense

It never ceases to amaze me how some people have so little common sense, and are completely clueless about the world around them. Not even in the educated sense, just in the what the EFF were you thinking sense.
Take this guy who I will call J, J for Jewish. We used to be okay friends because I was blinded by x (whatever x is). Not anymore because he has slowly managed to piss me off and the rest of the people we live with.
It's not like he's ever done anything big to really aggravate me, but everything little he does slowly accumulates into a giant pile of WTF IS GOING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN!

Incident 1. He keeps a list of how much money people owe him for whatever reason. Doesn't seem like a big deal, right? Wrong. I was on there for fifty cents. FIFTY CENTS. And he wanted it before Thanksgiving. What are you going to go do with that fifty cents? Go Black Friday shopping? Good luck if that even covers your tax.

Incident 2. This was right before winter break after we all agreed to clean the apartment before we left so it didn't sit there developing more filth on top of filth for a month.
Me: Hey J. Did you clean the bathroom before you leave?
J: No.
Me: Why not?
J: There were no paper towels.
Me: Why do you need paper towels? We have sponges.
J: So I can wipe everything up.
Me: Use a sponge?
J: I'll clean it when I get back. Bye.

Seriously? Why the hell do you need paper towels to clean a bathroom? In all of my years of cleaning bathrooms, I have only needed paper towels to Windex mirrors. Provided I was feeling unlazy enough to Windex the mirrors, but that's a different story. Why do you need paper towels to wipe things up? A sink has a faucet where water comes out. People wash their hands; some flail hands wildly. No need for a paper towel because the counter or sink will get wet again. The shower? Same story. The toilet is debatable, but I live in an apartment with four (three at the time) guys. What are the chances of them needing to dump immediately after me cleaning the toilet so the water will not have evaporated? Very slim. Lazy ass prick.

Incident 3. We all agreed to purchasing a bunch of items for our apartment this quarter because we ran out of everything we bought at the beginning of the year. His task was to purchase SOAP, as in hand SOAP. He came home one day, very proud or something, with his soap. I looked at it, saw that it was hand sanitizer, and put it in the closet, because we don't really need hand sanitizer. Sounds okay, right? Wrong. He flipped out because his "soap" was missing. He searched high and low throughout the entire apartment for it, and finally found it in the closet. He griped about it being there. Then proceeded to unpackage it and put it next to the sink. I saw the hand sanitizers out a few days later and put them back in the closet, because you know, they aren't soap. He noticed and griped some more.

Is it really that difficult to distinguish between soap and hand sanitizer? I mean, even if you just glance at the label sanitizer is clearly a longer word. You can't even use hand sanitizer with water, because that's not what it's for! So dumb!

Incident 4. I was talking to my roommate, Alexis. He told me that this morning he needed to print some papers, so he asked J. J was busy so he told Alexis to wake me up so I can print his papers. What the heck? How difficult is it to print a few sheets of paper? Why do you have to wake up someone who is SLEEPING to print a few sheets of paper? And especially considering the fact that I have gotten minimal amounts of sleep for the past few weeks. But of course J wouldn't know that because he sits in his room with the door closed and locked, and hardly sees the light of day.

Incident 5. My other roommate, Alexis, and I are currently thawing a chicken in the plugged (read: PLUGGED, not clogged. PLUGGED) sink. J went to go do his dishes that had pasta sauce and stuff all over it. He took the chicken out of the sink. He did not unplug it, and went about doing his dishes. I emerged from my room to do something and I looked inside the kitchen sink. The water resembled watered down blood with little basil bits floating on top and oil here and there. Needless to say, I was not very pleased because I don't like dirty and disgusting things.

I unplugged the sink and scrubbed all the pasta residue off, then went to confront J about it. I asked him that if the sink was plugged (plugged, not clogged!) the next time he needed to wash whatever to unplug it and then proceed. He told me that the sink was not plugged. What the heck! I plugged the sink, filled it with water and plopped a chicken in it. And it was still very obviously plugged after he did his dishes. How could he NOT see it? He had to take a chicken out of a sink filled with water. How was the water in there? Magic? Then he told me that there was no pasta residue. Again, WTF! No pasta residue, my ass. Pasta sauce has things in it like basil, and oil. Tell me again that there was no pasta residue because I scrubbed that stuff off the sink. THEN he told me that he was waiting for the sink to drain. How is the sink supposed to drain if it's plugged? On top of that, you SAW the drain through the clear water after you took the chicken out. Can drains be clogged if they are empty? No. Of course not unless you have magical powers, which he very well does not have because he couldn't magically drain the sink. I told him again that there was a plug in there and to next time take it out. His response? "We have plugs for the sink?" No, dude. We just have five thousand sink parts lying around for whatever reason. Hello??? The two plugs have been sitting next to the faucet for the entire duration of us living in this apartment. We have two catcher things for food waste, and two plugs. Idiot.

At times I feel like I'm living with a five year old. I shouldn't have to talk to people about these things. It's not that hard. Ugh.

Noteworthy (& Unnoteworthy) Weekend Moments

- Edibles. Wow. While drunk, extra wow.
- Flesh Consumed is awesome. Also, apparently the vocalist, Alex Colon, used to do vocals for Dead Syndicate<3 as well. And the drummer also plays for Brain Drill. He added me on MySpace. I felt special.
- My friend's band, Disengorified, has a long way to go. Their MySpace sounds are deceiving.
- I have no reason to listen to Cattle Decapitation after last night's show. Don't really listen to them in the first place, but I am extra turned off now. Texting on stage and closing the show (after only playing four songs as the HEADLINER) with "We have one more song because we want to GTFO." is really rude. Also the vocalist is kind of gross. Spitting all over himself, the stage, and the drum set is not attractive.
- Bacon wrapped scallops on lettuce with avocado, and a mayonnaise-Sriracha sauce is absolutely delicious. Thanks, Alex Lou.
- Setting the smoke detector, and eventually the fire alarm off while making said food.
- Feeder fish look awfully cute swimming around in a toilet bowl. Yes, I put feeder fish in a toilet bowl to be flushed. They are in the process of dying. I figured toilet bowl water would be more heavenly than dying in a Tupperware bowl filled with their feces and two week old water. I envisioned a more sanitary death...
- My male roommates and some friends urinated on the fish. Poor fish. So much for sanitarily dying.

WOW, You're REALLY Idiots

I just got back from my chemistry lab. I hate chem lab, I really, really do. Chemistry sucks. My lab partners used to suck, but not anymore because I switched. My TA is cool, but his English sucks. Chem lab sucks. Anyway, today sucked as well. It involved a lot of waiting, and a lot of waiting. The experiment was split into three parts, and partners paired up with other partners to split up the parts so people had to do less work.
There was only one group in the entire class doing the last part. It looked like they'd finished, so I went to ask them about their results. They told me that they didn't finish. I asked them why because they were at the tables away from the lab area. They told me that their spectrometer (a device used to measure %T at various wavelengths) did not work so they threw away all their results. They told me that their SPECTROMETER DID NOT WORK SO THEY THREW AWAY ALL OF THEIR SOLUTIONS. ONE spectrometer out of TEN in the class did not work; it happened to be theirs so they THREW AWAY ALL OF THEIR SOLUTIONS. Has the absurdity of this action sunk in yet?
What type of inept retards do you have to be to throw away your solutions because the machine that you happen to be using is not functioning? What type of incompetent idiots do you have to be to not have the thought cross your mind that maybe you could use one of the other ten million spectrometers in the class? What type of complete dumbasses are you to not have common fucking sense pass through your brain? What type of inconsiderate assholes are you to simply throw away solutions that could be put in a different spectrometer so that the entire class can have results?
SERIOUSLY, what the HELL. It's cool if everyone had results. Whatever, your loss. It's a little bit more cool if someone else had done your part and you decided that you are too stupid to use another spectrometer and will instead copy their results. But it's not cool because you made everyone wait, and you made someone else do the part of the experiment to compensate for your complete fucking retarded, incompetent minds.
How are you even in college if you can't think of using another machine? How are you in college if you something so incredibly simple does not pass your mind? When your car runs out of gas, do you junk it because it "doesn't work"? When your computer crashes, do you throw it away because it "doesn't work"? If you can't figure out a calculation, do you just stop because it "doesn't work"? If your cellphone battery dies, do you throw your cellphone away because it is "broken"? If your pencil runs out of lead, or the lead breaks, or the point is dull, do you toss it because it "doesn't work"? Why is it then okay for you to throw away a bunch of solutions because your spectrometer doesn't work?
You're fucking idiots. I hope you get hit by a bus.

Are You Retarded?

In the past five or so months, the trusty TI-34 II calculator that I have had since sixth grade decided to slowly degenerate in my loving hands. It has worked sporadically on and off, and usually the 1, 2, 3, sto=>, clear, divide, multiply, subtract, add, enter, delete, clear, and the right arrow. It has accompanied through many tests, and I am sorry to say this, but I believe it is time for it to never feel an electrical current run through its veins again. It is time for me to get a new calculator. And by new, I mean as cheap as possible.
Where is the best place for as cheap as possible? Amazon, of course. And then eBay! I had no such luck with Amazon. It looked like I was having no luck with eBay either, until I stumbled across this lovely gem. It is a used, TI-34 II with no cover selling on eBay for $77.77. Did you read it correctly? Yes, seventy seven dollars and seventy seven cents. Who in their right mind would attempt to sell a used, not even full TI-34 II calculator for almost a hundred bucks?! The thing brand spankin' new is not even worth HALF that much, although it is worth a third of that price...
I made an offer of $5 for the used TI-83 II calculator missing its cover. The owner responded with $24.99. $24.99?! For a used scientific calculator with a missing cover? I could get one brand new on Amazon for that, maybe even cheaper with good luck! I reluctantly increased my price to $10.00 with a note saying that his price was not worth it. He accepted the offer. My prior research saved me $8-12 because I paid $17.00 for it, including S&H! Yay. I hate when people try to Jew me.
Seriously though, this guy must have been delusional or something if he thought that his calculator was worth three times as much as a brand new one, excluding shipping and handling. People are so dumb.

Also, on a random sidenote: My blog is being visited by random fashion bloggers with a decent following? This is pretty cool because I like seeing what people wear on a daily basis even if I am too lazy/uninspired to attempt any sort of personal style other than jeans and a t-shirt. Too bad I don't really blog about anything really fashion relevant other than things I would like and occasional rants about outrageously priced things.

...what?

Okay, not gonna lie. I spend probably 80% of my time on the internet (pretend) online shopping, mostly because I don't have any money/I can't spend anymore money. Otherwise I'd have clothes out the wazoo. Anyway, back to the point... I was browsing around on ShopBop today and I somehow stumbled across these Siwy Sophie Skinny Jeans. They're like a reverse mullet, but in denim form. And they are $242.
WHAT. THE. HECK. Those jeans are TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO DOLLARS. Can they even be considered jeans? Is there even enough denim to qualify them as jeans? Why would you want random mesh on your legs anyway?
You could pretty much achieve the same look with footless tights and a pair of shorts or denim cutoffs or something AND you could save a crapton of money. How can you justify paying $242 for these when you aren't even getting a full premium denim product?! I can pretend to justify paying $150+ for jeans because I've definitely done that before. But paying $240 for three quarters of a pair?! Absolutely ridiculous. I hate clothes. We should all run around naked.

A Funny Sight?

I would like to see this someday. I think it would make my dreams come true, namely because the thought of it tickles me quite so.
Imagine if a half-Asian, half-white female with a parent who has blond hair and blue eyes fornicated with a half-Asian, half-white male with a parent who has blond hair and blue eyes. What would their half-Asian, half-white kid look like?! Blond hair and blue eyes but half Asian? Dark hair and slanty blue eyes? Asian eyes, white person nose? Blond hair and slanty eyes?
I wish I were half Asian and half white with a blond parent so I could meet a boy who is half Asian and half white with a blond parent so we could try this out. ...except not.

When Will People Learn

I don't get it. When are people going to learn that messing with my stuff is NOT the way to make it easy to live with me? In fact, when are people going to learn that messing with other people's stuff in general doesn't make it easy to live with anyone, unless they're fucking retards and are completely oblivious, or if they are hippies?
Seriously. I am not that hard to get along with unless you're offended by the the things that come out of my mouth. I keep to myself a lot. I like to be awkward, but only for shitz & gigglez. But going through my stuff, stealing, and throwing my things away is INSTANTLY going to make me want to rip your fucking brains out. And everyone I live/d with doesn't seem to fucking understand that. It's not that fucking hard. Don't touch my things and there will be no disasters of epic proportions.

I Hate Twilight

I'm in the minority, but seriously, the book and movie are incredibly stupid and despicable. I read the book sometime last summer out of boredom, and tonight, I decided to watch the movie to see wtf was up. Both were a waste of time.

Let me sum up the novel/movie for you:
Bella: I just moved here and I don't know anybody, but there's this Edward guy and he's so pretty and gorgeous and he hates me. Oh wait, no, he loves me? He loves me!
Edward: Bella, I love you, but I'm a VAMPIRE. I'm evil! We can't be together. You'd be so much better off without me. I sparkle! I'm evil! I sparkle! I put you in danger.
*cue James, black guy, ugly woman*
James: I'm James, and I'm a tracker. Edward looked at me funny! What a challenge! I am going to kill Bella! Ha ha ha.
*cue five minutes/pages of anticlimactic fighting in Phoenix in which James is killed*
The end.

Not to mention the acting is terrible. Do Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart have expressions other than a stoned stare? I've seen more emotion out of a statue.

Also, I've come to the conclusion that Robert Pattinson is not that sexy.

Kill me, please.

Things That Are Cool & Things That Are Not Cool

Things That Are Cool
- Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
- seeing movies opening night
- water beds
- delicious food
- going to the beach
- painting my nails
- painting Mike's nails (lol)
- kisses
- boyfriend
- nice hair
- Taylor Swift
- Summer Slaughter
- Ben & Jerry's ice cream
- potential beer pong
- Dead Guy
- making money
- Facebook Scrabble (play me!)

Things That Are Not Cool
- allergies (not me)
- hot weather
- shitty weather for the coast
- being hungry
- crap hair
- fucking up painted nails
- people contacting me out of the blue under the pretense of wanting to hang out, except they only really need alcohol. Good thing I'm out of the state.
- my back hurting
- not playing volleyball for two weeks
- leaving in a few days
- going back to work
- school
- 3.44
- Facebook Scrabble

Nasty

A while ago, there was a bit of a plumbing issue underneath the sink in the bathroom. It leaked or something and got a roll of toilet paper wet. Well, eventually, that toilet paper got moldy, but it somehow remained in the bathroom. After we used up a bunch of toilet paper, that was the only one left. I was using my nice toilet paper that I purchased because I got tired of people not paying for toilet paper. Then my mom brought up some even nicer toilet paper, so I put all of my previous toilet paper in the bathroom for usage and horded the nice ones. Those ran out super magically quick as well. Now, the only toilet paper left in the bathroom is the moldy one. It's been sitting on the floor being moldy. IT IS STARTING TO GET USED. How nasty is that!!! Good thing I have my toilet paper for bringing in and out of the bathroom like a little Jew.
Anyway, I'm hitting that end of the school year slump. I don't really want to do school, but my grades are definitely that great so I can't slack off :( I don't have work this weekend so I'm going to be at the beach! I'm so excited. Also, Nick Rubin is coming to visit me tomorrow and he's taking me out to dinner. Woo! Good food :)

Wolverine

I saw it today and it was really cool! I don't know the back story or anything about it, but my friends dragged me along to see it. I liked it a lot! I probably wouldn't have liked it if I actually knew it, but who cares! Hugh Jackman is in it, NAKED. Mmmm. So sexy. Tyler Kitsch is in it. Very cute, and Penn Badgley-ish. Ryan Reynolds is in it. Totally cute. Dominic Monahagan is in it. Love him and his cute accent. Lots of nifty cool mutant powers that I wish I could have. Oh, and did I mention Hugh Jackman NAKED??? Yesss. The movie was cool. I did not expect it to be so.

Today, I also got awkwardly hit on by a high school gaming nerd. Mind you, not your typical gamer though. He was one of those socially inept, but tries really hard, but can't really win at life because he plays Dungeons & Dragons and Warhammer type things and loves them. It was reaaaally awkward. And semi-funny.
I also scarfed down a delicious burger in five minutes so we could run to the movie theatre because my friends decided to spend forty minutes in the D&D/Warhammer/nerd games store.
I played Lord of the Rings: Return of the King with Dave and I realized that my skills have gone to shit. I used to be really good at this game. Now, I'm not. I also watched "Borat" and I fell asleep about fifteen minutes in.
ALSO, my parents got me a MINIFRIDGE, so I went grocery shopping to stock up on food that people will never eat again because it is LOCKED UP, safe in my room.
YAY!

Is it me...

or does this Chanel purse look like a ballsack?

"Chanel continues to be the go-to designer for style, elegance, and timeless pieces that will last a lifetime."
Orly? Testicles don't really evoke the Chanel standard of style or elegance. Timeless, yes, but honestly, this just evokes many lolz from me. Of course, the shape and design of this bag won't stop people from buying this because they'd rather own something Chanel than not, and the price tag of these leather balls is a lot cheaper than one of their more classic styles. I am super excited to see people toting these around because I will probably die laughing!

A Random Thought

Consider this situation: A husband and a wife have a baby boy. When the boy is old enough to sexually perform, he has sex with his mother. His mother gets pregnant and has the baby. What is the baby's relationship to the boy, his mother, and his father? What would the family tree even look like?

I was walking back to my apartment from the bookstore today with my friend, and somehow this came into conversation. Probably because we were talking about your mom jokes. It's an odd thought. Or at least I think it's odd. If you're grossed out, pretend that you never read this post.

Life in a Single

It's great! :) I really like my new apartment so far. It's all girls this time, but that has proven to be not too shabby. I was friends with one of the girls, Morgan, prior to moving in, so we hang out. The girl across the hall from me has just moved in, as well. Her name is Meagan, and she's pretty cool as well. She also had a crazy bitch roommate. Two of the girls, Elaine and Cristine, watch "Gossip Girl", and I've watched with them before! This is going to be awesome. We might have a tequila night, tonight.
The only downside is that the apartment is semi-dirty (semi-dirty because I mopped the kitchen floor, my bathroom floor, and cleaned the ENTIRE bathroom) and they don't like cleaning. It really sucks and is sort of dumb. Seriously one girl, Jenny, was like "We don't like cleaning, so we don't clean." And another girl, Morgan (not my friend), was like "No, we will not give you money to chip in for cleaning supplies because we have this and that and toilet paper is not $5."
They have no cleaning supplies other than a good shower cleaner, and a crappy toilet bowl cleaner. And did I mention that they had no toilet paper?
I was just going to get cleaning supplies, and then use the rest of the money on a crapload of toilet paper, but instead, I purchased $30 worth of cleaning supplies and toilet paper. I should probably just keep the toilet paper to myself, which is what I might end up doing after this toilet paper runs out. My mom is bringing up a bunch from home--the Kirkland brand, so not very good but does the job, mind you. After that runs out, I think I will just get me some Charmin' just for myself. And as for the cleaning supplies, I bought enough to last me practically forever. Not even kidding. Longs discount, ftw! Two Lysol toilet bowl cleaners (the one they have is not good. And two because they were on sale for 2 for $5 and I got an extra discount off those), two Lysol kitchen 4-in-1 sprays, one CVS brand Windex (the girl tried to tell me that they had Windex, but Morgan and I searched everywhere and there was none), one Greenworks All-Purpose cleaner (absolutely AMAZING), one CVS brand box of Swiffer sheets, two packs of sponges, two boxes of 20 ct. CVS trash bags, and one six-pack of Cottonelle toilet paper, all for about $30! So cool. Catering to my Asian & cleaning needs.
Other than that, I've still been going back to my old apartment to hang out with the guys and such. Nolan and I get food quite frequently and I bother Paul. Nothing else is really new. I just don't live there and I sleep much better now.
Also, I met a metalhead yesterday at the Owl's Nest while getting food, and he thinks I'm totally cool, which I am, of course. But we like a lot of the same bands and I enjoy conversing with him. I definitely have a new show buddy.
Last night, I had one of those nights to myself where I relaxed, showered, and kind of had a ME night. It was quite nice since I've been running around all week. Now I am semi-revitalized and studying for chem. Yay!

Kung Fu Hustle

Most epic movie ever.
See it.

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.

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.

Weird!

Today, I was very bored, so I decided to internet creep on some of my old teachers (ie. find them on Facebook), and then, I did it to myself!

http://www.plurk.com/pj_dao - I'm some weird girl in Japan.
http://www.zoominfo.com/people/Dao_Paulina_1228020285.aspx - it's actually me!
http://www.svcn.com/archives/sunnyvalesun/20080116/sports2.shtml - also me!
http://63.117.206.217/node/111 - me!
http://www.aeonsafe.com/ShowArticle.aspx?ID=4726&AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1 - me!
http://www.facebook.com/people/Dao-Paulina/630322220 - There's a Dao Paulina out there!
http://shibim.blogspot.com/2008/05/senior-ditch-day-days-weeks.html - me on Shibi's blog!
http://www.linkedin.com/pub/dir/paulina/dao - I'm a nurse!

Try It!

1. Go to maps.google.com
2. Seach 8 Sampsonia Way, Pittsburgh, Allegheny, Pennsylvania 15212
3. Click Street View
4. Click left twice.
5. ?????
6. Profit!

Good Things

I'm having a lot of mixed days lately, seems like something always has to happen to counter out the awesome things, so I'm going to start making random lists of goodness in my day. After I bitch about something else, or complain, of course.

I have tremendous anxiety being in, near, or around my apartment. When I sit here in this room, doing whatever I do, I'm anxious. When I hear the doors open and shut, I'm on my toes getting ready. Why? Every day, the minute I walk through the door, I get bitched at. Every single fucking day. And it's fucking retarded because I should not be scared to come "home". I should not want to cry, or vomit, or both when I think about "home". I should not have to walk in and out of my room looking at stupid signs on the door about me. I should not have to be on my defenses all the time when I am here. Seriously. Sometimes it seems like people in college are even more immature than people in high school. I thought I left all that shit behind, but I guess not. Dumb.

Anyway, good things about today:
1. My chem textbook came in the mail today! YAY! I know, this is a semi-nerdy thing to be happy about, but now I can do my chem homework! FYI - one of my quarter goals is to get an A, if that gives me less nerd points.
2. My chem section TA is pretty funny, and there is a GUY IN MY CLASS ON THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM. I must befriend him. Haha.
3. I understand chemistry. Well, at least so far.
4. I have a new friend named Alex Kumar. He went to Fremont High School and played middle for their team. Oh and did I mention he knows GRANT JASMIN? (LOL, Natalie.) Also he wants to get together and play volleyball with me sometime.
5. I managed to get the schedule I wanted after much stalking of the website and frustration and fiddling around with it. SCORE. The only bad thing is Wednesdays are crazy. I have chem at 8 in the morning, precalc at 11am, chem section at 12:30pm, precalc section at 3:30pm, and writing 2 at 7pm. YIKES. Hopefully I don't get too tired.

And that's it for now.