I had a relatively good day today. Xab arrived here right before I had a class so we went to class and then ditched it within ten minutes because he just started talking about the midterm. I checked my midterm grade. I got 84 out of a 100 plus 5 extra credit points. Not as well as I would have liked it to be but I guess it's good. It could be better but it could also be alot worse. Afterwards, we basically did homework. I'm still not finished with that essay but I have all morning tomorrow and I'm almost done. I just need to organize it a little more. We walked around campus for a little bit too. The campus isn't that interesting but they have some interesting buildings.The Science Library, for example, is cylindrical with it's middle cut out, so you basically walk through each story in a circle. It's a pretty nice place to study because the windows have nice views.

For dinner, we were planning to eat Japanese food because miso soup is the best so we found this Japanese restaurant which was between some Albertson's and a KB toy store. Pretty middle class right? We walked in there and I instantly felt out of place because I must have been twenty years younger than everyone, $100,000 poorer than them and really in the wrong wardrobe. I think you had to call in advance to eat there, which is weird because it didn't appear to be some fancy restaurant on the outside.

After saying goodbye to Xab, (which took a really long time because he didn't want to leave. I don't understand why, he'd be back in less than a day to pick me up for the holiday weekend) I talked to my friends for a little bit. Actually two hours. I felt really bad because I was suppose to keep Xab company on his drive home. The time just flew by. I read his entry when I came back to my room and I'm real happy that he made it home safe. I feel terrible for not being there but I'm happy he's safe.

2/14/2002 02:59:29 AM

Happy freakin' Valentine's Day! Good Lord, it's three in the morning. What the heck am I doing up? I have class in six hours. Anyway, it's just going to be a review of the midterm that I probably screwed up on. Joy. Anyway, we had a change of plans. Xab is coming to visit anyway. I told him that he could come so long as I could get my studying done. He just wants to be here for Valentine's Day. I don't get Valentine's Day and I read that no one really knows who St. Valentine is. Rumor has it that he's a philanderer. I personally think that Valentine's Day is beyond all reason. It doesn't make sense that boyfriends and girlfriends fork over fifty dollars worth of useless gifts for each other. Especially in high school. Valentine's Day in high school was like being trapped in a room with pink, fluffy teddy bears that had the power to steal your lunch. I think Valentine's Day with little kids is really cute because it seems like they have no idea of what they're doing with their little valentine grams. It's funny.

Anyway, back to why I'm awake. I'm really not that sleepy. I was working on that Shakespeare essay until about one in the morning and then I just wasn't sleepy. I'm not done with the essay. Oh, maybe it's because my roommate is in the room.. sleeping.. before I did. Opportunity to exact revenge? Most likely. But I'll just settle on being annoying and leaving my desk light on whilst I type away till dawn breaks over the horizon that I can't see. Actually, I don't think I'm getting on her nerves since she's, well, sleeping like a log. A very loud log at that. Sometimes I wonder to myself "Is she possessed?" because she just keeps groaning, and snorting and snoring in her sleep. It's disturbing to hear how noisy she is. It's no wonder I can't ever sleep.

If the psychology major just didn't work out for me my backup plan was to become an English major. Hopefully, all this talk about neurons and rods and cones won't burn me out because I don't think I can be an English major. I think my writing and my reading skills are pretty good, I just hate writing essays! It takes the fun out of reading and writing. Analyze this and analyze that. Sure, I'll analyze it but do I really have to write a paper about it?? How is that going to help me take over the world??

Anyway, today we were suppose to turn in our thesis statements for the next essay we're writing which is about Measure for Measure. Last night, I really couldn't think of anything so I just put a bunch of words down on a piece of paper and brought it to class with me today. It turns out that only two other people did the assignment and that it really wasn't an assignment. She just wanted some thesis statements so we could analyze and critique them. But of course, after I realized that, she had already taken my paper. And she chose mine too. She read it outloud to my dread and said "Wow." Everyone thought it was complex. I'm probably scaring everyone now since they think they have to write a thesis that's just as compled. The thing is, I don't think I can even support my thesis! I didn't even know what I was writing. Joy. Maybe it will hit me around midnight when the pressure comes on.

Xab's a little upset. He was suppose to visit me tomorrow for Valentine's Day but I'm just so behind in everything and I have the paper due the next day that I just don't have the time to push things aside right. I feel really bad but I think I really need to study. Anyway, it's a three day weekend and the quarter is half way over so it's just a little bit until we can hang out and be dorks again.

I also did another layout for the main blog. And I wonder why I'm so behind. Anyway, it's now called 'Achromatic' for obvious reasons. Who knew I could have such an obsession with non-chromatic colors.

I just got back from a free screening of Hart's War. I don't know how much media is going out for this movie but it takes place during WWII and as the title suggests, it's about a war. Not really about fighting or military tactics or history. It revolved more around the American POWs captured in Germany. Not really much combat action, more legal action really. Yes, it's about law and lawyers. It was pretty interesting even though everyone was suspecting a bloody battlefield with stereotypical Germans with heavy accents. No, it was more about the Americans and how they treated each other in the prison camps. There's a whole plot to it, but I won't ruin it. Anyway, a character that I found interesting in the movie was the head Nazi officer. No, I'm not Nazi. The character was an educated German who really didn't seem to express any Nazi sentiment. He was quite aware of American culture. He attended Yale law school, listen to jazz and was aware of profane American words. He was quite witty, but of course he was the 'bad guy'. It seemed like any white guy was a bad guy in that movie.

Anyway, I had dinner with my very up-front, direct friend who met up with a bunch of weirdo people who happened to be psych majors like me. They were weird, but not my kind of weird. I don't particularly like having salt thrown at me or French fries thrown into my drink. Not that they did that to me, but they probably would have if I didn't have a glare on my face. Anyway, one of these guys is really obnoxious. One was in a trance the whole time and ate three bowls of cereal. The girl was ditzy and bitchy. Not a good combination sometimes. Anyway, the obnoxious guy was being interrogated by friend who loves to interrogate people and ask them their 'philosophy of life'. He said something to her very quietly so no one else could here and she shut up! I was astounded. I remarked to her friend how amazing it was that someone silenced her. He started laughing and she heard the comment. After dinner she asked me if she was annoying for talking so much. She does talk a lot but you really wouldn't say she talks to much. When someone talks too much, it's usually because they're not saying anything interesting and you just don't want to listen anymore. My friend, though, says a lot of interesting things and she's worth a listen. We went on talking about how it wasn't bad talking so much. And then she said "It's going to get me in trouble... Who's going to marry me?" which is really strange coming out of her because I think a lot of guys would be intimidated by her. And she said, "You do know that Snow White divorced her prince, right?" Hehe, she's so bitterly realistic. Anyway, we came to the conclusion that she would probably have to marry someone just like her who likes to make interrogations and getting up into people's faces. So she'll either live happily ever after or live in "constant tension", but either way is the same to her.

2/12/2002 03:34:17 PM

Remember how I said everyone thinks I'm homocidal? Well, my roommate probably thinks so too. Last night, I left the room to talk on the phone for a little bit because she was also talking on the phone. There's nothing wrong with two people sitting in a room having conversations with themselves but when my roommate talks on the phone she acts like she's talking on some obsolete radio transmitter. She yells basically. In a foreign language, too. I'm pretty sure it's not the language she's speaking but it's her tone and her volume that makes her sound loud and annoying. Hasn't she figured out that it's the 21th century and technology isn't that bad? Anyway, I walked back in the room after a few minutes and the same moment I walked into the room she was turning around. I guess I startled her pretty bad. She said "Oh [bleep], you scared me!" So I made her heart skip a beat. She looked at me with an angry face after I apologized. Not like I intended to scare her. She was acting like I was trying to give her a heart attack or something.

There's a dodgeball tournament between the dorms and my dorm and another dorm had the first game today. It was girls vs. boys for some reason. Only girls showed up from my hall and from the other hall were big, buff guys who were acting like "Oh, we should win" when they saw us. We lost, of course. But I think we did better than the guys. They of course had faster pitches but we were quicker overall. We couldn't aim but when we did, they just stood there in horror like deer and headlights. We carried out the game like a war campaign, which I thought was pretty cool. The other team didn't really have a strategy.

My roommate hates me. And I'm tired of swallowing my pride. I'm not going to take out her trash! She set a huge plastic page full oh her trash in my side of the room expecting me to take it out. Damnit. I really wouldn't mind so much but she's actually winning since it's on my side of the room. I told Xab that I'm going to put a note saying "Am I your garbage man?" If I'm going to get my butt kicked, bring it on. But he said that I should just put it on her side and leave a note saying "please throw me away." Arg. I guess I'll be doing that.

Anyway, the friend that lives downstairs might be moving out so I'm seriously thinking about moving into her spot because I don't think that two people who hate together should live together. That isn't right. Anyway, my friend's roommate is an international student from Korea and she's pretty nice. The only thing that my roommate complains about is that it's hard to communicate with her since her English is pretty bad. I don't think I'd mind that. She won't be a one way conversationalist. And she's never in the room. Just like my roommate. Except she's nice. I guess I could survive another five weeks with my estranged roommate but I'll try not to get my hopes up about moving downstairs because then I'll be disappointed if I have to spend another quarter with her.

Anyway, at dinner my future roommates were talking about living together next year. One of them has a roommate problems like me, but she was smarter and luckier to have spoken to her roommate before little annoyances turned into spite. We're hoping that we're not going to have any major conflicts next year. I said that if there is we're already very communicative with each other. She said that I'm right and and if they she's a little too slow around the apartment I could kick her to pick up the pace. I told her that I tend to get tempermental and moody and not to take it personally.