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.

If life isn\’t the way it should be, then why are we all still living it? I think it\’s because of that glimmer of hope. That it could be possibly the way we thought it would be.

I am never going to have a $30 dinner. My grandmother slipped $300 into my sister\’s pocket, whispering do not tell your mother. One half was for her and the other half was me. And I ridiculously spent $30 today. Out of a sudden urge to splurge, I went with two friends to the 4th avenue district to Spenger\’s Fish Grotto. There I had my user study. And a $10.90 raw oyster plate (split with my friends), a $4 cup of clam chowder and a $20 mixed seafood grill plate. Not worth my $30 considering the server was slow in serving us. But all worth it to spend time with these people that I may barely see next year.

To my disappointment, Heathers wasn\’t a movie that summarized my entire Heather incident. I had thought it was going to be somewhat similar to Welcome to the Dollhouse. But unfortunately it wasn\’t.

My sister borrowed the video from the library. It\’s about the seventh movie I have watched in the last 2 days. A movie fest consisting of films like Old School, Thirteen, Enough, Pirates of the Carribean, Love Actually (yes again), Waking Ned Devine, The Graduate, Crazy/Beautiful…

I didn\’t realize how tired I was from a lack of sleep, last night reading The Da Vinci Code (surprisingly, it\’s a good novel with a well-researched, mythological story entwined with a modern-day thriller – it reminded me of why I wanted to be a writer a long time ago). When I met with the graduate student I am doing research with, I started being more uncoordinated than usual. Were my nerves that shot? I tangled my backpack with the chair. I almost tripped over myself a few times on the way out. For all I know, I could have walked into the traffic on Hearst Avenue in a half-dazed mode.

Some people say that how it is to be drunk. I don\’t think so.

For the last few days, I have been obsessed with my MBTI result of being an INFJ. The Meyers-Briggs test is a personality test. Apparently, an INFJ is the most rarest personality type. And it\’s also the personality type that most often has the ability for ESP. Most often, they\’re people that are characterized as Oracles or prophets.

Me? Funny that it feels good to be part of a minority of the population – 1%! Take the test here. Apparently, the best companion for me is someone with the opposite perosonality type. A ESFP. But that seems like someone who is a frat boy.

Edit: more personality types!