The domo-kuns return!!!

Sometimes I just want to be a little alien (that looks so cute) who has a permanent look of anger and passes WIND when upset. Life would be simple that way, huh?

Last week, I had been in anxiety about my philosophy paper. The first philosophy class I took at cal (two years ago) was surprisingly difficult. It was one of those classes which I entered (almost pompously) thinking that the class would be ridiculously easy. Unfortunately, it was quite the opposite. It was the only class I have ever taken that I almost fell into the C range. So my current philosophy of language class, I was fretting about whether my \”tips appreciated\” paper would get that mark as well. And…to my shock (and delight), I got an A! :D

It reminds me of my \”friend\” paper from last year\’s Mind and Language class…

I had a practice videotaped interview today. Apparently, I am so critical of myself that most people didn\’t agree with the majority of my self-criticisms. I believed that I slur my words together too much but others didn\’t.

One of my friends was doing the workshop with me and when we were watching the video of someone who (obviously) didn\’t interview well. She kind of made a noise (almost like she was laughing). Bad manners! The guy didn\’t make that much of an acknowledgement. But the only reason I am blogging is…is because my friend was quite embarassed and I just want to put it somewhere where it\’s PERMANENT..FOREVER!!!

I always mean half of the time I joke. Maybe even more than that.

That\’s why I take people\’s joking partially seriously. They must have believed their joke enough to say it.

My special pencil of 3 years has…died. I guess mechanical pencils weren\’t supposed to last that long under the intense pressure of writing…from me. Recently, this pencil has been leaking oil from me squeezing the plastic rubber grip so hard. So I bought a new pencil yesterday (along with an expensive very-thin textbook for $50). This one has lifetime warranty. Note to self, if pencil breaks, send request (postage paid) to attn: QA Department, Pentel of America, Ltd., 2805 Columbia St., Torrance, CA 90509

Hey isn\’t that where my former BF was from?

Yesterday, my friend (easily) convinced me to attend the data auction for the Movement (yes, the dance organization of Berkeley that sent 6 girls to dance with William Hung – see my Google-popular post). So reliably bidded for him when he went on the stage. Twenty dollars for cleaning! :D It\’s amazing how generous I am when a friend asks me to donate to somewhere. But it\’s even more amazing how stingy I am spending money for myself.

Rainy day! Last night, I couldn\’t sleep well due to the heavy rainstorm. Since my bed is right next to the window, the heavy rain drops woke me up. Pouring!

Yet by the time I woke up for class, the rain had only become a trickle. And by the time my class was over, rain had stopped completely. So it goes right?

Went to the career fair today and I only returned with a small cylinder of…blue PLAY-DOH (and about 10 different pens splattered with a company logo). I fumbled my way through Microsoft (again), Amazon (again), Informatica, Ipsh, Mann Consulting…but this time more prospects than the previous fairs I have attended. There is something seriously wrong with the campus recruiting system since they won\’t allow people like me (graduating in may but attending graduate school in the fall) to find a summer internship. How annoying.

Three for three! I got accepted to RPI.

RPI, however, is one of my least favorite schools. They don\’t offer much research for the IT program I applied to. In addition, my dad is trying to encourage me to go…just because RPI is a private school (and may give endowments???) Finally, I am reluctant to even try to go to RPI for the fact that my supervisor last year (whom I had a \”conflict\” with) currently attends that school for his graduate studies.

I really want to redo my site. Just so that I don\’t look like another tennybopper who designs a site that isn\’t great to the eyes, small text, and annoying animation (although I still love the idea of my blinking cursor *BLINK* *BLINK*) There\’s always my stolen layout or the no-frills layout I made specifically for Rekuytn.

Today, I went for a walk to the Ed-psych library intending to finish my assignment due on Tuesday. (I would just like to say that one of my friends messed up my procrastination by telling me it was due this Thursday…) The air was somewhat refreshing, but not. I dropped by a campus bookstore to finally buy the text for one of my classes. Unfortunately, they only had new copies which was upwards to $40 for something that was ridiculously thin. I walked around the book for about 5 minutes, fingering the clothes they had on the rack. Five minutes until closing time, I put the book back on the shelf and walked out the store, empty-handed. And going back to my apartment, past a couple that was trying figure out where to eat and past a group of girls giggling over the latest event in their life. A homeless bum calling out, \”Ladies, spare a dime?\” And walking past the well-lighted dining commons full of gaggling freshmen.

It seems as though my life is going toward the quarter-life crisis phase (or drain). I have watched so many movies. I am a drama queen. I know how to start things and I know how to end things. Yet how do you manage what goes in between?

Without any homework assignments or project deadlines approaching, I always feel compelled just to sleep early. There\’s nothing stopping me. There\’s nobody keeping me up to talk. No forums to check. No new blog/journal entries to read. Just that there is nothing to do.

Four years ago, I thought 11 pm was a late time to sleep. Now it\’s early. And I go to bed feeling that I still have unfinished business, but I don\’t want to keep moping about something that can\’t resolve itself that easily.

Tomorrow is the last episode of Sex and the City! I have only been recently getting into that show. And unfortunately, I realized how unrealistic it is. Surely, the display of sexual appetite is not enough for a real relationship. To this day, I have yet to see someone act that suave as trying to pick up someone. Maybe I am in the wrong town?