It's 5 p.m. and I'm still at Galveston, just hangin until I can go home, and meet Aaron to go see Dodgeball. Great game, but I'm leery about the movie.

I woke up at 5 a.m. this morning in order to get to some orientation thing at 7 a.m., which, I had thought would be a nice break from work, but ended up being the most painful torture I have almost ever been through. The only thing worse was the Hanson concert, which is also connected to the Most Embarassing Moment of my ENTIRE life. Remind me to tell you about that later.

Anyways, yeah, orientation. What is it with Asian people and their inability to diversify themselves? So I walk in, and I'm one of the first people there, and so I sit at a table by myself, seeing as all the other tables are sparsely taken up by middle-agers. So the tables start filling up, and first, this girl sits down, who looks about my age (I find out later that she is actually still in H.S.), and then this dude sits down, the first Asian of the eventual flood. But he looks pretty cool, and funny, so I don't think anything of it. Then, as the room continues to fill, I see this Asian woman walk past our table and put her stuff down at another table and then walk out again, giving us a long hard look as she walks by. And I can spot them a mile away. I thought to myself, "Good thing she already put her stuff down b/c she's exactly the kind of Asian to want to sit with only OTHER asians."--FOBish, can't speak English well, badly dressed, and MOST telling of all the signs, a barely describable posture that says, she is insecure, unsure, and yet, quite willing to look down on people of other races. But apparently even I underestimated her capabilities as an OWN-RACE-HANGER-ON, because when she came back into the room, she sat down next to me. Only ten minutes later did she get up to get her stuff from the other table. Wierd, right? Oh it does not stop there. Then, this other woman, slightly less FOBish looking than the other sits down next to her, and they start talking in Chinese together. By this time, I am resigned to my fate for the day, because when some other college-age Asian girl walks up, I am moving my stuff out of her way before she even asks, "Is anyone sitting there?"

Ugh. And that's not it either. I'm not one to stereotype, and you can contradict me if you want, I'll accept that I do criticize more than some quite angelic people I know, but can I help it if I see things in people that bother me? I mean, I will give anyone a fair chance, but one trait that I hate in people, esp. in Asians, b/c they do it so much, is their inability to relate to other races. Dude, I can't tell you how many times I've heard a first generation, late-middle-aged Asian person call an African American a "black ghost," in translation.

Anyways, let me continue. What is with some Asian kids and their total willingness to become a part of the establishment? We're young! We're in college, and we're supposed to have ideas of our own. If you're giving in to the system now, what the hell will you do when you're 60??? (other than eat at Luby's and read Reader's Digest, both of which I have happily succumbed to)

so, example: The girl sitting next to me goes to Stanford for college. And the high school girl was like, "Wow, that's really hard to get into." and that set off the other girl saying, "Well, it just depends on what you do, you have to make wise decisions. For example, I don't think my brother makes the wisest decisions..." etc. and, "They really look to see if you have a passion for something" (and by something, trust me, she meant medicine or engineering, haha) In any case, I don't remember exactly what she said, and what I have said doesn't paint a good enough picture. Let's just say she reminded me of what my dad's ideas are at 50, in the body of a 20 year old. Sickening, right? Nah, I love my dad, and I'm sure he had tons more rebellion and fun in him at 20, which is as it should be. It's just that grownups lose that after a while (I dread it, myself) and this girl must have lost it at like, 5 yrs. old to have come to such a pronounced state of loserdom.

Alright, enough of that, over and out.

Books read since the beginning of summer:



1. The River King, Alice Hoffman

2. Gerald's Game, Stephen King

3. Gothic Tales, Elizabeth Gaskell

4. Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen

5. Stephen King's IT



Movies seen:



1. Day After Tomorrow

2. Harry Potter, Prisoner of Azkaban

3. Stepford Wives

4. Supersize Me

soon to be seen: the Terminal



Summer job: UTMB summer intern.

How is it, you ask? Let's just say I miss my organic chemistry lab.



Things I have done: Michael Taksa's party, gone to Celebration Station to play video games and air hockey with Aaron, and a day of shopping with my sister and parents.



Things coming up: Warped Tour!!! (I'm skipping work to do this, b/c after all, it is summer, and summer isn't complete without a day under the blazing sun listening to some loud punk bands and occasionally getting a whiff of the puke of strangers...you think I'm kidding but I'm not.) And this year, as it might be my last year going, I'm going extra punk.

Argggghhhhh! I am thoroughly frustrated.

For anyone out there, I am now informing you that Elizabeth Gaskell's 683-page epic Wives and Daughters is... UNFINISHED!

After a week of struggling through the not-quite-interesting book, right when it's starting to pay off, and the girl is finally going to get the guy, the book just abruptly leaves off??? I mean, WTF man, WTF!!!!!!!!!!

There will probably be fewer blogs for a while, as the lethargy of summer creeps into my soul as well as my internet connection...

My craving for a night out with the friends was realized (quite unexpectedly) when a seemingly routine Lamar Orchestra concert turned awesome. It was the end of the year concert, and I decided to go, first b/c my sister was playing in it, and second b/c elissa's bro Lawrence was graduating this year. And when I got there, I walked across the street to Baskin Robbins and got a mint chocolate chip shake for old time's sake, and when I get back, who do I run into except elissa, who was still supposed to be in Austin? I had prepared myself for a long summer lacking in friends, so it was awesome to see her, and even cooler when rachel and ellen showed up too! we sat together to watch the concert and it was almost like old times...not entirely, b/c i think we were way louder back in the day. Afterwards, a big group of us (elissa, rachel, ellen, kate phillips, lawrence, and lawrence's gf stephanie)went to 59 diner, and were finally just as loud as we always were, definitely in the realm of bothering other people there.



Anyways, things haven't quite turned out as I planned summer-wise (do they ever, after all?) and I am resigned to a summer of driving in and out of Galveston. However, I am not entirely opposed to it, it will be interesting to do something new, and it will perhaps lead to at least one fun evening with Aaron eating on the Strand or something, maybe.



Let's see, on the agenda: the long-awaited bra shopping with Rachel sometime soon, and...Micheal Taksa's party this Saturday. Also, looking forward to seeing Aaron again on Monday night.



P.S. Got a new cell phone...or rather, for those of you who know me and my lack of a cell phone well, just "Got a cell phone." For how can it be a new cell phone if there was barely ever an old cell phone? Hope that was understandable...it's a very subtle point. (that's not sarcasm though it might seem it)

Anyways, it's cool, it's from Virgin Mobile, which is the company with all the cool commercials.

My new number, much as Bonnie's secret word for free shipping, will be bestowed upon only those that are deemed worthy. So, ask and you shall receive.

Recent favorite thing to do: walk to 7-eleven to buy huge slushies with Aaron.

The last time this happened, the checkout guy was like, "Are you going to get her slushie?" to Aaron, and when Aaron said no (b/c I was going to pay for myself) the guy was like, "Be a man! buy her a slushie." Aaron just laughed and was like, "eh...no..." but the checkout guy added it to his bill anyway--lol. modern chivalry.



I've been craving a night out with Elissa and Rachel and the gang but alas, it is not to be. Everyone's busy with finals, going home, jobs, and boyfriends.



Tonight, as the last night in Austin, Aaron and I went dumpster diving in the Empire, Clown Dog and Ozone dumpsters looking for deserted bike parts. Packing now, and tomorrow, moving out extra early. Then maybe a nap at Aaron's before driving home...



Hopefully I get a job at an animal hospital this summer, and then next semester, no more organic, no more bio, just physics, english, and history...yay.



anyways, last blog as a sophomore. over and out.

I am so tired of study and so physically deprived of movement that going up the four flights of stairs to my room felt sooo good.

Organic final tomorrow, and then the next day, Cell Bio. As of now, having a panic attack.

Current Playlist: Metric!!!

1. Combat Baby

2. Wet Blanket

3. Calculation Theme

4. Down

5. Soft Rock Star



Current Status: feeling distension of the stomach and other strange discomforts...



Currently strapping on the converses and unlocking my bike to head over to the UGL to watch a movie I've already seen once, torturously, but that I must write a paper on.



This last week I was insanely happy, like, hyperactively, jumping around, general feeling of well-being happy.

Now, not so much, a little stressed about finals, end of the year, etc. Also, (and I think this is the main reason) I'm always hungry, and then after I eat, I feel grossly full. So that's probably the main reason the general feeling of well being has been lost, at least for today.



Next summer, the schedule looks good, just physics and physics lab to worry about, b/c my other classes are: a shakespeare class (which would suck b/c unlike every other english major out there, i don't find anything special about shakespeare's plays, the only reason i can see for thinking them special is that they are in a diff. language than plays nowadays...where was I? oh yeah, it doesn't suck though, b/c it seems like a pretty laid back class.) I's also taking 20th century short story, with the wife of my current Australian Lit. prof., which promises to be interesting. Also, a history class with Aaron (which just happened to coincide...) Yeah I wonder how that will be.



In any case, over and out, a boring movie is calling me away.