Apparently, I also have a pulled hamstring or something. And my right ankle that forces me to limp. I think I may have to take an elevator tomorrow for my internship (we\’re learning actionscript in Macromedia Flash Mx!).

Magically, my car door was fixed. My mom went to three auto shops and got a rough estimate. From $1000 to $1238. Then my mom asked them just to make the door open. $200. Thank god. Sigh.

So my dad has bestowed on me the title of \”irresponsible\”.

I was standing obliviously on the passenger side of my car with Xing…discussing how to move my stuff from my apartment. Then a car was backing up and Xing exclaimed that the guy hit my car. Slow reaction? YES. I sort of trotted to the driver\’s side of the car and looked to see if there was any damage. Didn\’t see any. I looked at the car driving away…and glanced at the license plate for a second. Then I went to my apartment to move my stuff.

THEN I returned. I opened the door on the driver\’s side. It only opened a crack. I tugged on it and it refused to budge. TO MY HORROR, Xing pointed out a round dent near the door hinge. GRRRRR..

Then I went home and my dad gave me a lecture on responsibility. How if I paid for the car and insurance, I would have ran after the guy like a maniac. And I guess that\’s true because I would wring the neck of the first person that drops my digicam. BUT MY CAR. sobby.

In other news, I twisted my right ankle (again). I tripped three times near the back of my car.

Yes, hi I moved my site AGAIN. Sniff, I promise I won\’t move it again! And I am not done with the layout either. Hopefully I will finish later today!

Starting a sublease today. This means I have to move all my stuff out. This also means no backup high-speed internet. Sobby.

I have driven more than 2 hours every day this week to go to my internship and back. Being stuck in traffic. Other cars tailgating me. One car turning on their highlights because I was going too slow (80 mph) in the fast lane. Having nothing to listen to on the radio because stations in NorCal are full of commercials and dumb talk shows…and I can\’t find the car kit for my cd player.

Driving. Bleh. :p

Edit: I have noticed how hard I grip the wheel nowadays. Red marks on the palms of my hands. :p It all started when I used to drive with one hand…and that one hand on the bottom of the wheel. Passengers *ahem* complained about my driving, because I tended to swerve and have pseudo death accidents. GRIP GRIP.

I see you never.

Sometimes people leave without realizing that they will never see you again. And sometimes you leave someone without realizing that you\’ll never talk or hear them again. Sometimes.

That has been bothering me the last few weeks. During the commencement ceremonies, I realized that the majority of the people I had met this semester…I would never see them again. The acquaintances I had met…we would not come into contact again. And that hit me as at David\’s grad party. David. You have to reach a certain level of friendship where you feel comfortable going out of the way for someone. You wouldn\’t drive to someone\’s place who lived out of your way. Nor would you ask someone to travel to your place if you only talked to them once. It\’s just uncomfortable. Which brings me back to…I see you never.

In high school, I knew that I would not see the majority of the people again. I didn\’t care anyway. And despite all the \”I hope to see you around!\” lines in the yearbook…I didn\’t see a single person.

And so David. I will never see you again. And there are some people I have been around with…that I would have to give my last goodbye.

Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

Never really looked through it, but there\’s a photo gallery at Rescomp. Because I have been so (indirectly) involved for so long…I appear in not one, not two but three albums (okay so that\’s not a lot, but still)! The 2000 Rescomp Holiday Party, Spring 2002 picnic and the Fall 2002 BBQ.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

I have discovered that going to sleep early isn\’t working. Thus, I am tired when I am driving back from Santa Clara. A NOT SO GOOD THING.

After the internship had ended for the day, I headed to Valley Fair. And because of this I decided to go to J. Crew to see if my second ex was there. I got lost thrice trying to find the store. It would have been one year and two days exactly since we last talked. The last time we talked he called me immature and childish. :D Because I had told him that he was boring…um…yeah. BUT TO MY DISAPPOINTMENT, he wasn\’t there.

Next time, I think.

Then Amy treated me to a dinner at Cheesecake Factory. I got very fattened. :) And lots of fun discussing that OH SO GREAT TOPIC OF \”ST00PID\” BOYZ.

LOOK I AM BLOGGING FROM MY INTERNSHIP. OMG. USING UP COMPANY\’S RESOURCES!

And I know it\’s hard
And I know it hurts you
And I know you cry sometimes
And I know you miss her all the time

Sometimes I look back at myself in high school. I wouldn\’t want to call myself a nerd nor a geek. I was an outsider. I tried hard to fit in, but without success. And every day I would look forward to the next day, thinking I could improve myself so much better. I wanted to be somebody else. Somebody that was not me. So I would study people and try to apply the traits I admired to myself.

And then zoom three years later. I have reached many goals and surpassed them. I have had a boyfriend. I have had heartbreak. I have caused heartbreak. I have attended parties. A drinking party. Where I refused to drink. I am allowed to be independent. I can drive more than an hour away without swerving. I have to drop off people. I can look \”beautiful\”. I feel disgust as someone says so. I have gotten a job. I have gone through interviews with success, knowing that I impressed them. I have no dependency on money.

I am everybody, but I am nobody.