When I was a young girl, people made fun of me because I liked picking my nose. And as society does, I followed suit and withdrew from boogering.

But how about this article about picking your nose makes you feel good about yourself?

It makes sense. But am I that in tune with my body? Evidence only shows that I cringe everytime someone calls me thin. Because I am not. I am not \”fat\” either. I am just me.

So when you discover what someone told you is wrong, don\’t you want to rush to that someone and show how right you were? Well, I normally do. There are times when I just want to ruin someone\’s pride.

There\’s a friend I used to have that influenced my judgments too often. I often would take his word as truth. But then later, I would discover how irrelevant his statements were.

When I was applying for graduate school, he bluntly told me how ridiculous the whole process was. He also told me that I should just get recommendation letters from whoever. And that letters of recommendations didn\’t have much weight on the admissions process, because the letters would always have good things to say about the student. Yet when I received a surprising acceptance letter, I knew he was wrong. Surely, my aquiantance with someone who was an alumunus of that school must have had some effect.

And etc. blah blah blah he used me blah blah blah. blah more about his superficiality. blah blah about hypocrisy. How can someone miss a LSAT test (just because it\’s at 8 am) two times in a row? Hello, I woke up at 6:30 am and drove all the way to Sacramento to take my test when he took in Berkeley. ALLDJFLDJFLDJLDJDFL It\’s this kind of underachievement that pisses me off. [/end rant]

Do you think it\’s funny to see someone running in circles in a large open-air parking lot?

So why does it cost $1000+ to rent a u-haul to drive from California to Pennsylvania? I need to buy new furniture there!

It\’s the end of my spring break. The most dominant feature of my spring break were my parents\’ apparent dissatisfaction with my sister and my choices in life. Both of us want to go to professional school. Specifically a type of school that doesn\’t provide financial aid. When I was rejected from Berkeley (is this more proof that my own dear university dislikes their own kind? this is a widespread rumor throughout campus, by the way), my parents asked me to go grovel at the admissions office, begging to be put on the waitlist. No. Way. I discovered that the waitlist is 20 people anyway (no chances). Four years ago, I made a wish that UCLA or Berkeley would reject me so that I could make my decision easier. I got my wish. UCLA had rejected me then. And now, Berkeley has rejected me which makes my decision easier to go to CMU.

I digress. My parents were particularly irritating this spring break. It may be because both of my parents especially my dad is under pressure careerwise. The last time my sister came back to the Bay Area, my parents treated like royalty. Welcoming her with Krispy Kreme and other great extras (I got to partake in the bonuses of course). But this time, my parents seemed so…stoned. Despite their comments of how they missed having us around, it seemed as if their irritation was telling us to just go back to college. No more accusations about why we stay up late. No more complaining about how we can mindlessly watch HBO all day and watch Old School 10 times in one week (hey it was playing non-stop on hbo!). No more whining about how my sister and I spend too much money (this is an understatement – have you ever seen me go to a takeout restaurant, standing there then turning around emptyhanded?)

I would hate to turn down a huge opportunity in education. In the interview I had on Thursday, they asked me if my career goals would change if I received $20 million. (Okay, so I was surprised by the question and sputtered. But I regained my confidence within moments.) I had said no. Honestly, I had said that I wanted to find something I enjoyed. It was never the salary. It was always the feeling that came with the job.

Even with my current job as a RCC, I often feel like I would still do it…even if it was volunteering. The satisfaction of making someone\’s day is better than any piles of bills. Although I do like admiring my growing bank account from time to time. :)

Would you erase me?

It\’s the end of spring break and I still have yet to get my powerbook. It\’s mostly because I am reluctant to spend $1800 on a computer. My plans to leech off the Berkeley network have not been set in stone…yet.

How do you say no?

There is someone from Berkeley who is quite irritating in person. He is arrognant. Egotistical. Self-righteous. And he has tried to add me on friendster twice and orkut twice. I have rejected him all 4 times. Just for the fact that I don\’t want my friends lists to be littered with people I don\’t respect as a \”friend\”. Some would say it\’s mean, but isn\’t it better to be brutally honest not superficially nice?

He apparently visited my blog recently according to my latest comments.

EDIT: I would rather not lead people on. If I dislike someone\’s presence so much, do I not have the right to move on (circumstances withstanding…no obligations holding me back)? But the enjoyment/disgust of someone\’s presence tends to be temporary. Some people are afraid to be direct and they find themselves being in a mess.

A few years ago, I made a vow to myself that I would try to meet more people in person. People IRL. But I keep breaking that vow. Meeting people online is too easy. Establishing friendships through the Internet is as easy as one single comment on my blog.

I counted the amount of people that I met online…and it\’s approximately 28 people. This doesn\’t include people that I got to know someone online, but already were slightly aquainted with them in person.

It\’s just too easy.

So I met this guy today in person. He found me through orkut of all things. And just like my stalkerish inclinations, I knew more about him than he knew about me. ;)

Also, I would like to say Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind causes motion sickness from its handheld camera movements (I got a major headache at the end of the film and my friend threw up afterwards). But it is a good movie.

Yesterday, my dad told my sister and me how he felt sad that he couldn\’t go on a short day trip during our spring break. And how he regretted it since it was something that we did every year.

To me, it seemed like he was missing the point. He has pressured my sister and me so much. Nagging! Things like: Me on having \”proper table manners\”. Me considering Berkeley as my future graduate school (fyi: I was rejected, but my parents wanted me to ask to be put on the wait-list). Just everything. So when he started nagging me at a restaurant today, I bluntly asked what he would as a manager. He said he wouldnt\’ say anything. I pressed on the issue and he finally relented. He said he would give an indirect answer, instead of nag. I doubt that the lesson is learned. I prefer a spring break that is free nagging than a spring break full of nagging and a family road trip.