so i finally get to sit down, in my own chair, in my own room, in my own freaking apartment (finally!) with time to actually write more than three lines of bullshit. perhaps it was due to last week's sleeping schedule, but i woke up at like ten thirty in the morning and could not go back to sleep, even though i slept around three, four? but i got up, walked to tully's a block over to buy my coffee, and have been fiddling at organizing and arranging my room ever since. christine is still asleep - go figure; i called richard and he's not responding. i already have a missing roommate! =)

damn, what a messed (substituting a non-curse word) up party that was last night. i knew i didn't have much of a penchant for frat parties, especially asian frat parties, but this was worse than i imagined. highlight of the night definitely goes to a friend, whose identity will not be revealed (haha), getting a bit buzzed off of one shot. party on girl, i wish i had a video camera.

this beats dorm life totally. but yet, i still miss home (yes i know, after a week). the convenience that surburban life brings is a wonderous feeling. ah, i miss my car so much already! take the 57, exit lambert, brea mall. go on the 55, then the 405, south coast. 60, exit fullerton, sigh, we're at life.

a couple of months at school and we'll definitely do that all again. why is it that i cannot wait until winter break?

tired, sick, and still living out of a duffel bag. tomorrow marks the end of the first week back at berkeley. and yet, no apartment. fucking shit, this sucks.

apartment: still cannot live in it. it's been what? five or so days? i'm typing this on brenda's computer and my stomach hurts and i think i walked like two miles on campus today. i'm still pissed about the apartment, fucking shit...yeah. anyhow.

damn, i start fall semester in a week. back to the damn worn down buildings, the cold, the rain, the bums on the street that leer at you, the outrageous bay living expenses, the anal TA's, the heartless professors, the competition! i distanced myself from berkeley all summer long (and yes, it has been ultimate bliss) and now, it's back back back to berkeley.

oh well, perhaps less rain this year, cute TA's, compassionate professors, and hot guys i've yet to discover. haha, no, i forgot. it is berkeley.

it's really funny how thongs are so damn uncomfortable when you're wearing like soft cotten boxers but yet you don't feel it riding up your friggin ass when you're wearing jean shorts. (i know you all wanted to know that)

hahah, angela passed poli sci!!! i'm so proud of you honey!! i knew my essay would take some toll in your final grade!! (i'm still a bit furious though - i spent like four hours writing about abortion having come out actually defending the pro-lifers, contrary to my very strong pro-choice views, and he, that damn ucsd TA, gave me a B+!! i worked hard, perhaps harder than i ever did on any papers in berkeley!!)

i haven't started packing yet (I DON'T WANNA GO SO SOON!!!) but i know that as soon as i step into bed bath and beyond later this afternoon with jess, i'm going to end up buying a portion of the store. it always happens like that.

my plant (now two months old i think) is growing so quickly. leaves are everywhere, stems sprouting. i think i need to get him a new pot. i can't believe a plant can make me so happy sometimes, just looking at it. it's just so green, so bouncy, so adorable. really!

i am finally done with summer school! sad thing is, i might actually pull of a B in mass communications. i knew taking an online class would be the bane of me.

i would never call myself spontaneous but sometimes i just get these urges to do something. and i need to do it right away; almost like i need to satisfy my wants before the firery bubble of momentum explodes. i began talking about piercing the area between my cartilege and my second hole a week ago. now it's gone to level max. tomorrow i need to get it pierced. and to think, i almost got a tattoo because now, looking back, i probably would have been already sick of it by now. earrings at least you can take out.

i've been really into old depeche mode lately. the early wave techno just puts me in a good mood.

sinch - something more. (road rules soundtrack) i can feel myself singing this song loudly in the shower sometime soon. haha, well, maybe not but it's a really good song for those alternative/rock minds like myself.

mientras haya unos ojos que reflejan
los ojos que los miran;
mientras responda el labio suspirando
al labio que suspira;

mientras sentirse puedan en el beso
dos almas confudidas;
mientras exista una mujer hermosa,
habra poesia!

gustavo adolfo becquer : rima IV

i remember stumbling upon this portion of the poem in one of my random searches on the internet and i read it thinking, hmm, this sounds so familiar. ap spanish IV. there was a reason i didn't remember, i never did any profound homework; either it was bullshitted or copied. and then when i find spanish literature and marvel at its excellence and simplistic beauty i slap myself, angry that i didn't take advantage of actually learning some of the language.

why is it that some things sound better in one language but stupid in another? you know what would be so damn sexy - if my boyfriend knew how to seduce me in like three languages and say different things every time. boy, the moment i find him, granted he has a brain and is decent looking, i won't let go. yeah, but that won't happen in a million years. another example of my ludicrous high expectations that will never be met. how sad. hmmm.

awww thanks jenn (the sweetest) what did i tell you? if you weren't so damn afraid of the, how shall i phrase it, controversial way of having sexual intercourse, then we'd be a go! and poof, all our guy insecurities and non-existent boyfriend traumas are solved! think about it, reward your curiosity =)

i can't stop laughing, the absurdity of what i just wrote.

hey i just looked at the date:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENN!!! ONE MORE YEAR TILL DRUNKEN OBLIVION!!!

is berkeley really 300/300 on playboy's damn list of best looking college campuses? i mean, it's not surprising but it's a bit insulting. well, incredibly insulting. not to say i'm super attractive or anything but i don't think i'm 300 out of 300! i guess they just didn't take a good look at the incoming freshmen last year (haha, i sound so much like brenda don't i?). yeah anyhow, i was being sarcastic but seriously speaking, berkeley guys aren't so much more attractive so there richard, it's just as bad for girls as it is for you boys. i never planned on meeting anyone at berkeley; i always thought, hey, let's go down to stanford and snag those hot white boys! start the hunt jenn! fall semester/quarter is coming up!

300 out of 300? that's just really sad.