At 9 am, I raised head from my pillow and looked at the clock. Then I realized I had a class at 9. A class where I had an assignment due in ten minutes.

I screamed at myself (okay, internally) for forgetting to set an alarm although I had intended that my roommate would wake me up from my slumber as she got up for an 8 am class. Then again, does she have an 8 am class on Monday…

I pulled on the first shirt and pants I found in my closet. At the last second, I decided to put on my contacts. Then I ran out the door with messy hair and feeling icky. Fortunately I got there in time…with a lot of time to spare. Because my TA for the lab Branden is cool…I bet I could have arrived 30 minutes late and not get points marked off.

Sigh, shouldn\’t have signed up for the 9 am lab.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

I am really pissed off. I used to talk this guy John back in the day (high school, in other words) online.

We got back into contact recently, but I regret iming him to remind him of who I was. Mostly, because all he ever does is make crude, feminist jokes. Suggest dirty thoughts. And today, he was bragging about how he just got a webcam. I knew what was coming, but I didn\’t stop him. So of all things, he sends me a picture of his very sad manhood.

Then I tell him that I have his ip number. After a pause, I tell him that I am going to hack his computer. He starts protesting. Then I tell him that I know someone from his college. Then I also add that my family (aka the mafia) lived in the same state. He begs for mercy. I decide to let him get off…this time.

Then he tells me that it\’s my turn to send him a naughty picture of myself.

Doesn\’t he even learn?!

Yesterday night, I worked for a good three hours on my cs homework. That\’s plus the three hours I already put in the previous Friday. Ugh, I feel dumb sometimes.

Then again, my classmates were struggling as well. I began lamenting the possibility of not getting into the computer science major. Karen then said she liked EE. Richard felt that he was better in math and intended to major in it. So as for me, I am not great at EE, nor at math…nor at CS.

\”You\’re screwed,\” Richard said with a smile.

Yes, I am. Thanks for telling me.

For the second week in a row, I woke up at 7:30 am. Sri and I went to the Contra Costa Food Bank this time. I don\’t know how it\’s possible, but I was a horrible driver all the way from Berkeley to Concord. I kinda side-swiped a car getting on the freeway in Walnut Creek (Sri wanted a psuedo-breakfast). I sorted cans for about three hours. Somehow this time, I was not as happy and joyful as the other times I had spent at the food bank. Maybe it was Sri\’s influence.

Because I was driving in the Integra, I got to listen to Sri\’s mp3s. To say the least…uuuuh. Although I had lived next to him all last year (and especially hearing his subwoofer), I never really heard his music before. Let\’s just say I am musically challenged. Or I am just lacking of music knowledge of real rock.

We ate this place called the Mediterrean Cafe in North Concord. Dude, it was like an old folks\’ home. I think…Rossmoor. And the crepe that they gave me was puny compared to the ones restaurants make in Berkeley.

Oh and yes, I was nice again…and drove Sri to a Safeway.

Let\’s see what happens next week.

Look! I got a letter from Kristen! :D

By the way, Stanford sucks.

Food is simply fascinating. I don\’t know why but my parents bought me a box of Twinkies last week. I didn\’t start eating them until four days later. Once I got started, I couldn\’t stop. I ate it, because…well I could eat it. Then again, I didn\’t even eat it. I swallowed it whole.

Wish I enjoyed the white lard inside some more.

By the way, didn\’t you ever know that I was a twinkie at heart? Not a banana, but a twinkie! Cuz I am very sweet (and bad for your health)! :D

Grrrrrr….

I am glad that I have a journal that only a selected amount of people know the link to. That\’s where I can rant about whatever I want. Let me answer that question. Why can\’t you have a link. Well simply put, yes, I am writing about you!!!

;)

Naim thinks I am bubbly. Lol. I don\’t know why that really struck me. *BUBBLES!!!!*

The psuedo-bio needs to be revamped. I was going to include the following piece in there, but I decided not to. But I would like to share some meaningless insight anyway.

I have been going online since I was in the sixth grade. When my dad bought us our first computer, I was the one who figured out how to set up America Online. Can you believe it? That giant of an online service was still around then. My first screenname (besides using my dad\’s name) was Ickis. The nervous monster in Aaah! Real Monsters on Nickelodeon. Eventually, high school rolled around and I grew up. Sorta. I had already been through America Online, Compuserve, Prodigy and eWorld. During sophomore year of high school, I adoped the screenname of Tinkle. Yes, tinkle. At that point of my life, my mind was constantly a blank slate. My new screenname was insired when I watched Barbie\’s little niece tinkle in her plastic toilet on TV. Then for short, Tink. Wasn\’t I so mature? That\’s what luckyduckluk (or Viv) still calls me even though the only place I use it now is on ICQ. Then I read literature. I don\’t know what was so magical about Homer\’s The Odyssey, but I adopted the names of Circe and Calypso from there. Usually…I go by Circia now.

Maybe I should just go by Jenn.

Woink! Poooom!

Yes, those sounds of the electricity going out. Don\’t they just sound dreadful?

I had my mini-heater going on. My computer on, blasting my music from the speakers. I also had my new George Foreman Lean, Mean Grilling Machine burning a fat piece of meat in the kitchen. Also, my roommate had her computer going, playing classical music. She was using my toaster oven to cook a drumstick. Oh, and not to mention we had nearly all the lights on.

No it wasn\’t our fault!

We were electricity-less for about thirty minutes, during which I took the initiative to call PG&E (plus my parents for advice). I shuffled to the kitchen in complete darkness, trying to find the lighter to light my roommate\’s candle. She then found her flashlight. With the light from the hallway, I called Omar, my landlord. He figured out to flip the switch. Weariness overcame me and I sorta forgot to ask him about fixing the window lock.

And here we are again…with three computers on full blast…lights on in every room in the apartment…cooking in the kitchen…charging my poor little cell…