I decided to work 10.5 hours today (straight without much breaks beyond me going on aim and trying to take a breather) since noon. It was more exhausting than I thought. At one point, I was fixing three laptops, answering questions from residents, and monitoring the computing center all at the same time. There was one particular annoying resident whose computer got hacked…so that it was spamming everyone on the network. You would think she would be shut up by the severity of the problem, but she told us not to touch/look her files (her paranonia)…made self-pitying jokes (OH YOU\’RE GETTING FOOD? ARE YOU GOING TO GET SOME FOR ME?). Obnoxious? But she likes me. I don\’t know if that\’s a good thing.

In the morning, I helped Xing. :D Just a lesson to newbies out there…don\’t exaggerate what skills you do NOT have.

I have been out of my apartment since 8 am until 10:44 pm. More than 14 hours!

In other news, I have had very strange dreams lately. First, I dreamt that I was being rewarded for something and they gave me floss as a hint. Then, I dreamt that Justine made a pass at me although I am straight. SOBBY.

Also my college. I COPY LELE. What is so great about Berkeley is that Asians are the dominant ethicity wheras the Caucasians are a minority. And how the average gpa in high school is a 4.29. Berkeley is also number 18 on the list of \”is it food?\” aka WORST DORM FOOD IN THE NATION.

The last summer has sucked away a lot of my social anxiety, although now I am worried a lot about my repercussions of speaking aloud. I feel like I am more annoying and obnoxious now. And then I think, if I had said nothing at all, people would only think of me shy…rather than loud and rude.

On Sunday, I had little fears of making a 5 minute speech to 500 freshmen along with 10 VERY OUTGOING RAs. Today, I had to make 5 minute speeches several times throughout the day to rooms of 30 residents. And not only that, I had to make conversation with new people I met every 15 minutes.

At the same time, I know I am deeply cruel and sadistic. If I had a bigger voice, I would be a major BISH. That worries me.

The last few days, I realized…that one of the best feelings in the world is making someone laugh. TEE HEE.

The best part of move-in day (which I had to staff as part of my job) is watching the parents of the fresh meat. They are obviously hysterical and controlling of their children. Most of them don\’t think their child can do a single thing independently.

But most of all, I got a kick out of watching people get parking tickets. Oh I am sooo sadistic.

I always thought myself as different, but it turns out that I am like any other asian girl in those stereotypical novels, seeking approval from my parents.

I accidentally left my apartment keys in my mom\’s car Friday and she had gone to work with them in the car. Thus, I had to stall my return to Berkeley so that I could drive all the way to Martinez to get my keys. On the way to Berkeley, I could tell that my dad was unhappy about the situation. Not only did this week I lost my credit card but also I lost my mom\’s Costco card. And I delayed my response to the companies and them. Disgruntled. Plus I am sure they\’re still upset from how I procrastinate to the last minute to send my rent.

You would think that I had gotten high accolades for being a good child. For never getting into (deep) trouble in school or with the law. For never getting pregnant while I was underage (remember the last words that my mom gave to my sister before she went to college – DON\’T GET PREGNANT!) For attending the top public university in the nation. For always attaining good jobs and good internships throughout the year. For NEVER overspending. Alas, parents. I suppose this is because good becomes only average. And the view that the grass is always better on the other side.

Some guy I have gotten to know at Rescomp training decided to empty part of his water bottle on me during the BBQ. BLEH. It almost reminds me of sitting in Cheez\’ car last week, but as bad.

Awww…how cute! It\’s sort of like how I prefer iming people even if they\’re right next to me…

From a recent article about the blackout in Northeast US:
\”Consumers trapped in the outage found it wasn’t always easy to get through the telecommunications mess, especially initially. With cell phones flipped open, residents in Lower Manhattan circled buildings in search of reception.
“Eventually, people gave up and just started talking to the person next to them,” said Kanika Dewan, 26, who lives in the Battery Park neighborhood just blocks from the World Trade Center site.\”

This is UTTERLY SHOCKING.

January 31, 2003 around one night

me: you know stacee just told me to practice asking a guy friend out
me: and then
tanner: dont finish
me: tell him after he says yes that it was just an experiment!
tanner: to go away
tanner: sigh
tanner: *SIGH*
me: hahahaha
tanner: I dont like you anymore
me: what!!!
me: TANNER WILL YOU GO WITH ME
tanner signed off at 10:51:48 PM.

And it\’s almost 8 months later now…

And plug for one of my coworkers, his comic strip SOKS

Oh god, the photo of my unit for work is already up. It doesn\’t look like I am walking right! Evidently, it was supposed to be like this.

Because I am a returning RCC, I got to play the part of a wacky resident while the new RCCs had to fix computers. So I sat on the bed throwing oranges at the new RCC while he attempted to fix the computer. And when he opened up the case, I kept asking mundane curious questions such as Why is there a light? What is RAM? Why does it buzz when you turn it on? DID YOU BREAK IT?!

yeah, that was interesting.

ONE THING TO KNOW: never tell your parents that you lost a credit card. don\’t ever tell them that you lost it a few days ago and realized it yesterday and still have not cancelled it.

aaron today said I was too innocent since I have the tendency to tell my parents the truth. MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE SAID THAT I WAS VISITING GOOD FEMALE FRIENDS IN MINNY SODA. Because of recent incidents and their reactions, I want to keep my parents more in the dark.