My friends came over to suck up java from me. Who wouldn\’t believe that explaining java could be so hard?

Webcam moment:

I got a tie! Oh sigh, I am a hopeless dreamer.

See what Care Bear you are.

How horrible.

The instructional EECS servers at Berkeley were down for 14 hours. My CS61B friends were fretting. Their homework was due today by noon.

Then cpnet went down. :( I was gasping for breath the entire span of a few hours (okay, it wasn\’t that long). Must…need…outlet. Can\’t breathe.

Gawd, I just can\’t ever concentrate. Somehow I haven\’t been able to focus in class ever since…hmm…I don\’t think I have ever focused in class. I am starting to wonder how I got to Berkeley.

In EE discussion, I know I missed more than half of what Eddie the TA was explaining the class. I got nodal analysis down, but not loop analysis, because I was thinking about what I was going to have for lunch. Yes.

Then in CS lecture, I had a hit of memories. Memories with Alan. That kinda messed me up for the hour. Although somehow I was able to understand next-fit allocation…that took me an extra ten minutes than the rest of the class. Oh yes, I was also trying to see where Rebecca was sitting to make sure I could avoid her. :p Long story.

In EE, Professor White\’s montonous voice basically drowned out any of my focusing energy. I was interested in what I was going to do with the six bucks that Cliff finally lended me.

Then American Studies. Oddly enough, the class that is the least important to me (since it\’s irrevelant to my major) I was able to pay attention instead of drifting off into lala land. Somehow Moran decided that my comment on the last response how romance novels provided a \”superficial escape\” for housewives was worthy enough of discussion. Nonetheless, anxety seized me and the other Jennifer in the class rose her hand to receive credit. I almost giggled outloud when she struggled to explain her comment. Yet, I wouldn\’t be able to explain mine. Eventually, I got my credit. Shortly after, my mind started drifting to bigger and better things. Like what I was going to have for dessert after dinner or before dinner…

I am not studious enough. My neighbors downstairs are making a ruckus. They are talking loud. Then they have their music pumped up. Fortunately or fortunately, I recognize the bass line in nearly every single song they play.

Was that Gigi D\’agnostino – Fly With Me? Then was that…POD?

Yes, noisy neighbors (although I usually have my headphones on, so I can\’t hear anything). However, I remember one Saturday morning when I woke up to her moaning…loud. I assume she and her boyfriend were having fun in their bed. But they didn\’t have to take away my fun of sleeping in the morning.

I went to yet another info session. Or for that matter, a presentation using food to lure poor, hungry college students.

It was AMD this time. Free soda. Free pasta. Didn\’t get the free pizza though. Mae talked for me when we talked to one of the AMD representatives.

It looks like I\’ll have to wait for another two years until I will get a nice, comfy internship.

Just like who I thought I was going to be. :) I had always envisioned my life as Daria. My sis as Quinn. My parents…well almost. My high school teachers were like O\’Neill and Barch. Scary stuff.

Daria is the poster child for \”teen misfit,\” and holds in high contempt what she sees as the shallowness and superficiality of the world around her. She is also cynical — though she\’d say she\’s \”realistic\” — and mistrustful of authority, and doesn\’t hesitate to make her opinions known when she sees fit. She has a talent for writing, a sharp intellect, an even sharper tongue (her sarcasm could cut tempered steel), and a wit so dry it makes the Sahara look like a rain forest.

Well, I am supposed to be Neo.

You sometimes doubt yourself – who you are and what you can do. You\’re a curious person, with questions and concerns about the world. You go along with the crowd and aim to please others to your best ability. But when you finally discover what you\’re really capable of, you can do some serious ass kickin\’! You\’re fast and furious, and you will always stick up for what you believe, and those who you care for. Not only that, but you\’re charming and charismatic, so you get along with people well, and others often look up to you.

This is weird. No, it\’s not of those wait-a-few-seconds-then-get-a-loud-noise-to-make-you-scream-and-your-friends-think-it-is-very-funny-that-you-got-scared. Lol, it\’s very FOBbish.

Java is the best programming language.

Scheme isn\’t. C isn\’t. Neither is the ramble dripping from your mouth.

Java rules!

Don\’t give me that face!!! :p