Hello. I am an irked, dissatisfied chick.

Apartments were competitive. I didn\’t realize how many people needed housing. i.e. people who wanted to move out of their place because a gunfight occured in their neighborhood a few days ago.

I attended my networking class at the local community college. Unfortunately, due to rush hour on the 24, I was late. Yet, class hadn\’t even started. Most of the class arrived fifteen minutes later. Then the adults in the class were being loud and obnoxious. So the instructor started lecturing. At first I had believed that he would teach us some good networking…stuff. But no, he kept cracking jokes. Laughing at himself. Ranting about nothing. Well, the most interesting part was when one student asked why he wasn\’t a technician if he got all that certification – \”Because I have AIDS, and I am too tired all the time to be a technician.\” Pity. But still, that\’s no excuse for his behavior. Perhaps, I get miffed easily, but I was very offended when the instructor suddenly said, \”Guys, it\’s dark out there! Make sure you walk the ladies to their cars.\” That made my blood boil. Why not walk everybody?!?! In Berkeley, the statistics show that guys get robbed/attacked more often than girls. How macho for them to walk by themselves. In CalSo, the counselors made a point of how it is important to always call 642-WALK, even if you\’re male. GRRRRRRR… Plus the fact that the instructor didn\’t know how to teach. I already said that didn\’t I? He was teaching us binary calculation, which I already knew. Then he was criticizing some students for using other methods. He was teaching the subtraction method…and secretly, I did it the division method. Then when a student corrected him when he said 176 instead of 175 as was written on the board, he went off on a long tangent about how he might be thinking of different things while doing another thing. In this case, selecting a student while declaring the number. Geez, just focus. Please.

There are many idiots in the class. I am not just talking about the middle-aged people. No offense to them.

Now I am wondering if I should drop. It\’s thirty-seven dollars for this class…that I doubt is refundable. I also paid $65 for the text. Yet, if I complete the course, I supposedly have 60% (as the instructor proclaimed – \”60% of my students pass the certification exam\”) chance of passing the certification test. Also, it would look nice on my resume. Yet as for learning something worthwhile…I don\’t know.

Helllooooo out there. Because my late sleeping habits, I won\’t be around for most of the day. Woke up just 10 minutes ago at 12:50 pm. Then lunch. Then I have to go to my grandmother\’s place by 2 pm to do stuff. Then onwards to Berkeley to look at an apartment at 3:30. Why the huge time slot? It\’s hard to find parking in Berkeley, I would allot at least an hour just to find good parking. Then visiting Seth (AHA!) at 4. Then at 6, I am seeing two apartments. Then at 7 pm, I am going to have my first networking class at the local community college. GAH! What a busy day. :p

Okay my sis is weird. She has a xanga site, which I am irked about becuase I can\’t comment on it…unless I am part of Xanga. But she also has a here at cpnet. Boing?! Stay in one place! Or like be me, and have two sites. One that is completely private. ;)

Tomato face. I was reading Ann Landers today (yes I know how silly she is), but was reminded of my own high school trauma. Someone had responded to how a girl felt humilated after she fell and spilled food all over herself. Yet, I agree with Ann Landers\’ response. She just needs to laugh at herself.

It\’s interesting to note how embarrassing disasters may be averted by some sense of humor. As long as the classmates don\’t remember and tease her constantly, I don\’t see what\’s wrong in laughing at yourself.

I just don\’t like seriousness. I remember how in middle school how I was constantly made fun of…because I didn\’t wear normal clothes or had normal behavior. Constant torment may be a cause for transferring to another school, but not just one humiliating incident. College always proves high school people wrong…that people aren\’t always going to stay in cliques their entire life. Those who are happy in cliques may find college alienating and isolating. That\’s what they deserve anyway.

And I disagree with Orinda (how ironic that Orinda is really close to here), what..psychological counseling? I was the shyest student in high school. And look at what I have become. A blabbermouth monster. :) College solves nearly everything.

I admire Lele for finishing azn-bish.com so fast. :) And my vain photo album! Because I am special, I am the only hostee who has a non-blog/journal site. :D

I have an itch to put up Seth\’s South Park character. Okay I just did. :p It just so represents him. I JUST CAN\’T STAND IT! Except the height of course.

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Remember the cake? It was just like that! :D That\’s Stacee\’s cake plan. Plus two candles. Isn\’t it so pretty? :D All just for me! Thank you STACEE! Yes and we shall get another ice cream cake when Naim visits. Then do as we did, hand the five us forks and dig in! I would like to have my birthday again and again and again and again and again. By the way, Simon I have officially finished all the jelly belly beans and I still haven\’t listened to the CD you gave me.

Just like everyone else, I did a South Park character. I got the link from Lele. I remember watching my first South Park episode. It was…hmm. I liked reading about it rather than actually watching it. But I must say, their stories despite their grossness has morals. And to think, ten years ago, parents were protesting the broadcasting of Simpsons. Now Simpsons seems like Full House. Yes, my hair is stringy like that. And ever since I started college, I have been getting eyebags. And because of that…contacts keep irritating my eyes. ;p

I woke up at 1 pm (officially) because YEH kept me up until 4 am yesterday (well that plus shroom and my sis). Shame on him taking advantage of the fourteen hour difference. :p

Hello, Aaron. You removed me from your links. Remember this and this?!?!? No wonder.