Thursday, October 30, 2008

windy

Thursday, October 30, 2008
9:20 PM


It was really, really cold and windy today!! I was in the LRC on a computer when someone opened the door, and a HUGE gust of wind blew in. Almost everyone in there looked outside to see the trees swaying madly. It was pretty cool.





Even though I love fall, its colors are only pretty when the sky is blue. Hence, I cropped out the sky. Stupid gray sky.



Check out this blanket of leaves.... crazy



Karate was fun :) We learned how to throw people! I tossed this dude who is like taller than 6 feet :D :D :D Of course, he was going easy on me, but still. Then I went to my work to get the work schedule. I'M NOT WORKING AT ALL THIS WHOLE WEEK! and the next! Except the Saturday after next, 6-10pm. Man, my hours are really cut.


Going to the bus stop, I passed this bus. What is wrong with this bus? It looks like its butt is sticking straight up. I wonder if people are leaning forward in this bus.



The elevator up to the lightrail station. I got bored waiting for bus 71.


And then on the way back, I stepped in a huge puddle of water. D:



ah...

I LOVE THIS CAMERA!! It makes me want to blog.

layout

Thursday, October 30, 2008
1:07 PM

OH HOW PRETTY! i love this layout! I'm scrapping my old one, heehee. I wish I could make pretty layouts like this.

I can't seem to fix the postdate issue, so I'll just leave it and manually enter it in every new entry. Sucks.

But for now..

PRETTY!!!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

un nouveau appareil-photo!

Thursday, October 30, 2008
12:15 AM?
how cool! SJCC feels small now, heehee. First day of school, there were SO many people and just so many classrooms. Now I actually recognize faces, and the campus is dinky.

Well I guess that's only inevitable - I mean it's been like almost two months since the first day of school. I am starting to get a little bogged down with work. Critical Thinking is a pain because we have so many essays. We turned in an essay two weeks ago, have another one due next Mon, in-class essay on the same Monday, and a research paper due next month. Surprisingly, essays are actually sort of fun to write now--they're not as scary as they used to be. I'm applying everything I learned from Crowther and Brown... too bad I didn't follow my own advice back then. Unfortunately I still got a B on my last essay (I blush typing that) and today I spoke with my english prof during office hours to ask why I got points knocked off. Apparently I hadn't validated my claims enough, because I made a LOT of out-there claims on the meaning of the poem. lol. I seem to do that a lot. Oh well, I really liked writing that essay... it was actually fun. Oh, and I didn't know that Critical Thinking is a required GE for SJSU!!! I just took it to improve my writing skills and whatnot, and I can actually squeeze some credits out of this class :D


Stats is surprisingly a breeze. It's basically like 8th grade McCullough all over again, which goes to show how easy the class is. Well, for now. We're doing probability, and I remember doing all this junk from years ago. Well, it IS elementary statistics. Luckily it's transferable!!!! Guess I won't have to take it again at SJSU. thanks Diane -__- I got a 64/66 on the last midterm! :D I want to try to shoot for 100% on the 2nd midterm.


Spanish is....so fast-paced. Ugh. I keep having to flip through my notes for translations for a verb or an adjective or a noun or something. I'm always forgetting them!!! The person who sits next to me in class had a REALLY cute idea: she wrapped a piece of masking tape around her pen and wrote "LA PLUMA" on the masking tape. LOL. Err... last week I had completely forgotten about our first midterm until I sat down in class ON THE DAY of the midterm. I hadn't studied at all!! omg. So bad. heehee. Luckily I managed to scrape 94% on the midterm (my literally last-minute cramming really helped...). hehehehehehehehehe. It was actually kind of facil; it was really straightforward. The HUGE packets of homework are graded really strictly, so I haven't been getting good grades on them. I have to shoot for near 100% on my next midterm. en la clase, HAY MUCHO TAREA. argh.

Excel is getting really, really, really boring. I'm regretting taking it because it stresses me out! I still haven't my Word book yet, which is crazy. I'm going to have to really cram in the chapters to finish both books by Dec. 17 or whenever this semester ends.

Badminton is always so fun! Too bad it's first thing in the morning; I get all sweaty and nasty for the rest of my classes the rest of the day. Today we did singles and I played for practically the whole time. So tiring, I was sweating buckets the entire time. Unfortunately I am the only girl on the intermediate/advanced side of the gym so there's no one to really play girls' doubles with. Eventually the rest of the class crowded onto our side of the gym, so we took one court and single'd on it. In the last five mins of class, Trevor and I partnered up and we played against this other dude and Michael. 7-5! We'll continue next week, suckers :P

Last Monday, the coach made us play with our left hands so we could play doubles with the rest of the class. Omg. My left arm and shoulder were all sore and stiff for the rest of the week. After about half an hour, I finally was able to clear and drive a little bit. lol. So sad. Later the coach came up to me and was like "You had some issues there, didn't you, Jessica?" lol. In the last 15 mins of class, we finally got to switch back to our right hands, and then the coach said to us, "Don't you guys feel like ninjas now?" It was a cool feeling. Usually the class is separated into two sides, but that day we got to interact and mingle.


anyway.



My oldest uncle is visiting, and he just gave me (and Diane) a camera O_O YAY! Now I don't have to go and buy one for myself. :D :D :D :D HAPPY!!!! Now Mama won't get mad that I'm using "her" camera, since Diane has the HP one with her. :D :D :D :D

Played with the camera tonight :D
The dining room table... yes I am reading A Wrinkle in Time!! Nice read. Oh yeah, and my soup.

mi padre... oh dear


and really, what's a camera test run without a self-portrait?

Thursday, October 23, 2008

little things

Some (extra) things I've learned in high school other from the obvious:





DON'T:

1. Sit down on a cushy chair before checking its seat for needles

2. Take a 7:20am AP class

3. Just don't take a 7:20am class at all....

4. Print in the library - see DO #1

5. Go into any male restroom....they stink like crazy and may have a pile of poop in the corner (true story!)

6. take Calculus if you're never going to need it - Stats is a lot more useful, IMO

7. same with APush, from what I hear

8. PDA in crowded and frequented hallways

9. pull an all-nighter right before a sporting event in which you are participating

10. just try not to pull all-nighters... you will get in trouble in class for sleeping even if you don't intend to sleep

11. go into Ms. OW's room to ask to talk to a student, if you are in journalism









DO:

1. Use the computer classrooms or labs to do your FREE printing

2. Use the computer classrooms/labs to finish procrastinated hw (better programs and computers than the library's)

3. Join the sport you've been pondering about--you never know what could happen! <3

4. Join extracurriculars - they're fun and a great way to socialize!

5. Consider classes you never would have thought about taking--you just might find a new interest and/or possible major! (i.e. sociology)

6. Wear your lanyard in class - it just might lead to extra credit on tests (i.e. French)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

me gusta!

even though you're kind of ugly, you always drive me wherever I want to go. I mean, sometimes I have to run to you because you're usually super early or super late (one time I had to wait like 45 minutes for you to pull up, and you made me really late to class). Quelle dommage. And usually you have blackened, dried-up gum stuck to your seat. That's a little gross. And who knows what kind of unsavory people have been sitting on you? Not to mention the strange smell that hangs around you sometimes--like mild urine mixed with a heavy dose of B.O.





But other than that...








I LOVE YOU VTA!!!!




And recently you got an upgrade:









to





Muy macho.




But the bus drivers are the ones that really give VTA personality.... luckily most of them are really friendly and nice.



In my experience, it's been mainly the male bus drivers that are nice--the female bus drivers kinda just do their job and get it over with. The bus driver I saw all the time on the bus that went to Foothill College at 10am and back at 4pm weekdays was nice and always took the time to wave at me. I haven't seen him since summer 2007, at the end of the term. Then there's the one that Thanh and I always saw on the way to SJCC during summer 2008. I see him on Mondays and Wednesdays at 8:30am and we always recognize each other. I always wonder what routes he drives, but I always get too shy to talk to him. Then there was that Filipino bus driver on 64 from SJSU who I found out plays badminton!



There used to be a rude/blunt black woman who drove one of the morning routes to SJCC. With a condescending tone, she cuts into the passengers' phone conversations, saying "We don't want to hear what restaurant you're going to tonight, ma'am!" and "Please don't paint your nails on the bus, ma'am, we can all smell the fumes." She drives like there's a bee flying around her head, and she slams on the brakes, sending people grabbing for handholds and stuff flying forward.



Then there was one time I was coming home from SJCC and I was the last one on the 9pm bus. The bus driver dude screeched into the Penitencia transit center and took the U-turn at like 40 mph--I thought we were going to flip over, but the bus righted itself and sped off again. At around Berryessa, he yelled over his shoulder at me where I was getting off. When I said "Sierra and Piedmont," he gave a kind of exasperated grunt and stepped on the gas. Then at the stoplight, he whipped out his phone and called his friend. They had a convo while he was speeding down the dark streets. When he finally slammed on the brakes at Sierra and Piedmont, he was like "BYE!!" in the kind of tone that indicated he wanted me to leave. And quickly.



GRRR!!!!


But luckily you don't see drivers like him often.



I read somewhere that working on public transit is a very social job. That might explain how most of VTA bus drivers like to chat. They take the time to greet and bid farewell to their passengers. In that sense, passengers should return the same courtesy, no? I always try to say "hi" when I'm boarding and "Thank you!" when I depart, but ONLY! if the bus driver seems nice. If they're in a bad mood because they have to work, then why grouch to the passengers? Why take the job?



One time when I was taking the lightrail home, I encountered one of those law enforcers who check your tickets to make sure you're not sneaking on the lightrail. He spoke kindly to everybody, and was fair to the people who hadn't bought a lightrail ticket. Later, he sat down to chat with one of the passengers (I overheard their conversation...heehee). He enthused about his job. He said that he used to work for Microsoft, but when he got near to retiring age, he decided to take a job on VTA. People asked him why he wanted to leave such a good, high-paying job, but he replied that he wanted to give back to the community. His attitude is like the ideal VTA employee's, or any kind of employee for that matter: Work because you love the job.



On the day that I got lost and accidentally went to Stanford Shopping Center instead of San Antonio Shopping Center to transfer to a Foothill College bus, my bus driver was kind and directed me back to where I needed to go. He had a 15-minute break before starting his route, so we sat down on his bus and just chatted. He told me that he had always wanted to be a police officer, but he had married too early and lost the opportunity to go to school. Coming back to the United States, he had to take a job to support his divorced family. He'd been working for VTA for about five years, but he didn't have the time nor the resources to go to a police training school. It looked like he was stuck with VTA for a while until he could save up enough money.



I have to say... that was a nice dose of life lesson for me.



on another note.... I REALLY LOVE THIS PARTICULAR BUS LINE!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

website woes

hmm, I think I need more classes in web design. lol. I had a website all done up with tables and everything, but I can't customize it to fit Blogger's CSS restrictions. The html is all jumbo to me and I can only recognize like 20% of the text. sigh. So then I just scrapped the whole thing and cropped out the banner. Oh well. Until I get better in HTML and CSS, I'll just stick with changing the banner. lol. How sad!


This is kind of what I had in mind:






photo credits to photo.net. sorry, I can't remember the photographer...heehee

the layout still needs some tweaking, but I'll get to that later

Friday, October 17, 2008

the college experience

College is not exactly what I thought it would be like. I know I've complained at length about this before, but I've been thinking of this recently...

Ever since my family and I helped move my older cousin into the UC Davis dorms, my 12-13 year old self always assumed that my 18-year old self would follow along on the same path to a UC. Living in the dorms, having roommates and floormates, hanging out with new friends on the weekends, living on campus...

It seemed only inevitable.

As I, 16 years old, helped move Diane into her UC Berkeley dorm, the same memory revisited me: I would love to do the same and have that "college experience." I wondered to myself, "When will it be my turn to move away from home and have my family help me move onto campus?" I waited in anticipation and excitement, preparing to say goodbye to home, as my sister and older friends left San Jose for faraway college campuses.

However, it was not to be...

Helping Diane move into her new apartment a year later, and my cousin Fanny into her apartment near UCLA a month ago, I finally realized: It would not happen.

Senior year, I watched as friends and classmates waited breathlessly for college acceptance letters. There was one day when about every senior was filled with nervous excitement at midnight for colleges to inform them of their acceptance. As midnight came and went, the news came trickling in. Profiles were updated with smiles or tears, proclaiming their various acceptances or rejections. One day afterschool in Journalism, a girl checked her college acceptances and SHRIEKED with joy when she realized she'd been accepted to Cornell. I was really happy, and still am, for the people who were able to get into their dream schools. Mr. Crowther had a wall of acceptance letters from various students, and it was fun reading them to see who got into which school.

Now that everyone is away at college, I'm feeling slightly left out. Every person I've talked to enjoys college life--making friends, learning how to get around the campus, etc. I've visited UCSC and thought that the campus is like a little town for college students. I think friends are easiest to make when you actually live with them.

It's kind of hard making friends at community college because the only contact you have with them is within classes, if you even talk at all. I haven't felt confident nor comfortable enough to ask classmates to form a study group. At the end of the day, everybody goes home at different times. I have made friends, but only within classes--not outside. In class like badminton or karate, I am comfortable chatting and laughing with them, but as soon as I'm out the door, I step back into my solitary persona. Don't get me wrong; it's actually very peaceful. I have lots of time to go to the library and do homework, or go anywhere I want without being pressured by anyone with me. It can be lonely pigging out by myself, but I usually have a book or my homework with which to accompany me. But sometimes I think it's my own attitude that's making me feel solitary.

One day at 5:45 after Spanish, I went to the 3rd floor of the library to do homework. I passed by a table at which converged a group of people. A girl there kept glancing at me as I sat down two tables away from them and spread my homework across the top. As I got to work, I kept noticing the group tossing glances my way. Finally a guy from their table came over and sat next to me. He said that the girl was wondering what ethnicity I was--that's why she was staring--and that she was too shy to come over and talk to me. The guy and I chatted past his 6:30 class. Finally I had to leave for the bus stop at 7, and we exchanged numbers. Ever since then, he has been asking me through text messages to hang out.

I don't know why, but I feel uncomfortable with hanging out with him and his group. He seems like a very friendly guy, but his Myspace suggests that he's a "player." He's about 24, and his group goes out a lot--they seem to be comfortable with the idea of blowing off class. If I were living on campus, maybe I would be more comfortable with hanging out with the group, but living with my parents and their overprotective rules turns me off the idea. Trying to go out is SO annoying and often not worth the trouble, I've unfortunately learned during high school. My mom likes to get on my case because she thinks I'm promiscuous and shouldn't be trusted. Going out only invites trouble and criticism. Therefore, I've turned down most of his invitations to hang out...effectively leaving myself solitary.

I see my friends going out with their floormates and having the times of their lives; hanging out together; visiting each other in dorms; going to meals together. Everytime, I yearn to have the same experience. People have talked to me about roommate problems and overall dissatisfaction in their first week away at college; I can't help but think that I would love to be in their place.

In junior year, I decided to go to Irvine. I sent my SAT and AP scores there. A month ago, I found out that my elementary-school best friend whom I haven't talked with in years is going there, and so is my current best friend. I felt so letdown and disappointed--how perfect it would have been if I had gone to Irvine too! I could have renewed my friendship with my old best friend and hung out with Thanh as well--maybe I could have roomed with her and hung out with her.

Then I looked up the list of majors Irvine is offering. It had no "Graphic Design" in its list. I wondered, why did I want to go to this school? It doesn't even have the major I want. Maybe I had selected it when I thought my major was going to involve psychology, or business...or something.

One day, I was sitting at the bus stop when a lady sat down beside me. We got to chatting, and through our conversation while waiting for the bus, she told me that the classes at community college and CSUs offer basically the same result as the ones from UCs. Another fellow busrider told me that really the main difference is the amount of money spent. Mr. Wong said that even if you don't go to a UC, you make your own college experience.

College is to learn; that's a given. But then there is also the social aspect that goes along with rigorous homework and exams--the study groups, the dorm events, and of course the raucous partying.

Along with the college experience, I've always wanted to do extremely well in school. In elementary and middle school, maybe; in high school, ehh. Maybe this is a chance for me to do something with the choices I've been presented. After all, college isn't all about the acceptance letters or the friends or the partying. Why do people go to college? To get their degrees.

Maybe I won't go to a UC. Maybe I won't follow along in my cousins' and sister's footsteps. But the thing is... I am having a college experience. Perhaps not the one I had dreamed of, but it's my own unique one. I mean, getting deterred from SJSU, attending SJCC and taking courses I know I want to take (like karate, Spanish, Excel and Word), learning new things about myself that I wouldn't have discovered had I gone to a UC or SJSU right off the bat (for one, I really like learning new languages, with the exception of Chinese), taking buses all over the East and South Bay... all of that adds up to one unforgettable experience, take it as you will. And it's only my first semester in college.

SJSU really seems perfect for me more than any other UC would be. It has a great Graphic Design program, and a cozy design agency a few blocks away that I have my eyes set on. The only thing that sucks about my current situation is the fact that I live at home, and will stay at home for at least another three years. But then nobody has it all.



I realized that after I get over to SJSU in January, I am going to miss San Jose City College. A lot. It's my third semester here and I've actually grown a little fond of this school. Seeing the nice bus driver at 8:35 AM who had driven the same bus Thanh and I took for the Summer 2008 semester, using the Tech lab to go on Youtube and use Photoshop (heheh), finally figuring out how the expensive library printing system worked, raiding the cafeteria's snack racks (DIRTY CHIPS!), getting tired after running up the stairs in the Tech Center and the library, practically memorizing the 61/62 bus schedules, going on little shopping excursions around the campus, spending almost 12 hours on campus a day, knowing which restrooms are the nicest and cleanest (lol), recognizing people on the crowded campus and saying hi to them.

Just two more months, and we'll see. It's only my first semester.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

daredevil

I'm so picky with designing my layout. I spent my three hours in the Tech center on Wednesday night working on the blog layout instead of working on Excel. hehehehehe. It was so fun. Every time I looked up, another hour had passed by. I kept rearranging things, recoloring, etc... ugh, the whole thing looked so wrong for like an hour until I deleted ONE single little detail. Then suddenly everything fit together. Weird. Anyway, I have to go and remember how to make a webpage with HTML... ugh.



Today I went to UCSC to visit Curtis! hehheh. I took bus 25 (the bus driver looked like wang lee hom...) to the lightrail and then the lightrail to Diridon, and then bus 17 to SC. On the way, we passed by the Lexington (?) reservoir, which is really no longer a reservoir anymore..just dried up dirt.



Anyway!! I climbed tree 9 with Curtis and his roommates. It's basically this really tall tree with lots of bare branches sticking out. The branches are really smooth, so it's kind of scary when you're trying to grip on it with your shoes. AND IT GOES SO HIGH!! did I mention that yet? I was supposed to go up after Curtis and his roommates, but I couldn't make it past the top of the ladder...lol.. so sad. Luckily Shawn (?) didn't go up either, heehee. He went halfway up and told me to tell everybody that he climbed up to the top of the ladder. lol. I hung around waiting for Curtis and everybody else to come back down.



After they left, Curtis pushed me to go back up again. And I really did want to go back up; after all, it's not every day you get to climb a tree that's more perfect for climbing. omg. I felt like I was going to die up there. One slip on a branch and you could go crashing down through the branches and onto the HARD ground. Or break your neck. Or your back. (I'm getting chills right now, geez.) I only got 3/4 of the way to the top before I gave up (stupid Curtis reached the top twice today. It's okay, I still love you). On the way down, I got really freaked out--because basically you're finding your footing on the branch below you, while staring down at the ground that's FARRR far down--and started informing Curtis of the contents of my nonexistant will. Once we reached the ground = sweet safety.

But that was fun. I'd like to climb the tree again!! And actually reach the top... but for now I'll just be satisfied with going 3/4 the way.

I got to thinking. I never really noticed, but "daredevil" is exactly what it means: daring the devil to come, or tempting death by doing dangerous things. like climbing the tree!

On the ride home, two things happened:

1) Bus 17 broke down, so we had to wait for another bus to come sweep us back to San Jose,

and

2) There was a dude on the bus wearing makeup and a french maid outfit complete with tights....

lol. I admire his bravery for going out in that ensemble, but if I were him, I would be afraid of getting jumped. Truly daring.



Wednesday, October 15, 2008

i need photoshop and muscles.

I desperately want to create a pretty blog layout, but I need Photoshop!!! And/or Illustrator. I think that the computers in the Tech center here might have the Adobe Suite, but I need all the time I can get for working on my Excel and Word chapters. The Tech center is only open for certain times a week, and the computers in the library don't have the Adobe Suite. I really hope that I can remember how to create a webpage manually--Dreamweaver sucks.

My soreness from Sunday is completely gone... unfortunately. I actually kind of like staggering around in muscle pain the day after an intense workout. It makes me think, "No pain, no gain!" Alas, badminton and karate really don't deliver the same muscle pain/gain as running up and down hills for almost two hours does. Once I get some time off work, I'll go running again, but it looks like I can only go running once a week, what with school and work and all.


On Sunday, I actually took the community bus to the entrance of Alum Rock Park. LOL. I was so lazy...I didn't want to waste my energy running to the park; I wanted to use it to run up the steep hills. The bus dropped me off a few blocks away, so I ran to the entrance. Ugh, it was so bad. I was breaking a sweat even before I got to the entrance. Once I hit the plateau beyond the initial arghwhydididecidetodothisithurts stage, I was okay, even though I had to stop a lot.

Going up to Eagle Rock was KILLER!!!! Right before the first big hill, I was forced to stop and stare at the hill before me and gather back my breath. Finally I thought, "agh, whatever" and ran



ALL




the way up to the top.



IT SUCKED!!!!! well, rather, it burned. But it sucked. After the hill, I died and just walked. lol. So sad.

When I got back down, there was a guy in a blue jacket running next to me. I stopped to catch my breath at the bottom, and he paused and stretched for a minute. Then suddenly, Blue Jacket BURST past me in a sprint back up the hill. I just stood there and watched him, thinking "IS HE CRAZY??!!" He flew all the way up the hill.

That really inspired me to copy him and follow him back up the hill... at least, I felt less tired watching him flow effortlessly up the hill. But then it would have seemed weird to just follow him... so I turned around and went back home.

I think it would be cool to bike through the park. I would totally have done that had my bike not been stolen in sophomore year (?) of high school. It beats running...literally. I also want to bike through Guadalupe River Park, because I always see it when I take the 61/62 bus home. It looks like a nice place to bike. And then I got to thinking: what if I biked to school? That would be awesome! I don't know how far SJCC is from home, but I know it takes 30 minutes by bus and 10 minutes by freeway. I would probably have to wake up an hour earlier to make it on time for my first class...not to mention that it would be FRIGID if I biked home at 9pm. But...that would certainly give me a lot of exercise!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

a fresh start.

I think it's time to retire my xanga account for now. I've written in it -- sporadically-- ever since the summer before high school freshman year. Why did I change?

Five days after I turned 8 years old, I promised to myself in my new Betty Boop journal that I would write every day. Every single day. That way, I could look back on myself and reflect on past events that I might have forgotten without the aid of my journal. It was such a novel idea, but...

Yeah. Now I'm really regretting it. I'm an adult now, and what I have of my early childhood are my fading memories and sparse posts in my three thin journals. Of course, I started getting lazy and jumped on the xanga bandwagon to type my posts.

I'm hoping that I'll post here constantly during my college years--maybe the switch to a new blog will seem like a fresh start and inspire me to post, instead of continuing something old and stale. I love having something to look back on. You know that memory jolt you have when you read over an old journal entry and suddenly recall the event in perfect detail? Such a nostalgia instigator.

1) "April 7, 1999

HI DIARY,
Did I tell you we were moving? No. Well, we are. I am going to miss this house so much. The new house has stairs, a chandelier, and some bedrooms downstairs...I'm gonna turn 9!"

Wow... almost a whole decade ago. I haven't imagined my house as "new" in a while.. kinda gives a new perspective.

2) "May 14, 1999

Dear Diary,
Today my sister and I walked home. This lady named Michelle Ma was hired by Mama. (Not to mention crazy, weird, stinky, and hyper.) Michelle forgot to pick us up. We got out of class at 2:30, and we waited till 4:00! Still no sign of her! So we went to the office & called Mama, but we talked to her answering machine instead. So we started to walk. We went to Dairy Belle and bought a small cone of vanilla...we started walking again. I shared the vanilla with my sister. I think I got her cold. We visited the creek, and IT WAS WONDERFUL! We skipped some rocks, then climbed back up the ledge.
I forgot to tell you, yesterday Diane saw this diary. I said, "I don't care. I'm hiding it again!"
And boy, was I sad after the day of the walking. I lost my sweatshirt! It was wrapped around my waist one moment, the other, it was GONE!! That was my favorite sweatshirt!"

Some angst..

3) LOL I LOVE THIS ONE!

"May 5, 2002

Dear Diary,
Diane got mad at me bc I wrinkled her paper she worked on for 15 min. It was an accident. I apologized for 4 times. She yelled at me and screamed "Stupid brat" 'What a use of paper" "Idiot". Me--"I said I was sorry!" I HATE HER [something unintelligible]!!!!!!!!! SHE IS ALWAYS GETTING MAD AT ME? I ALWAYS FORGIVE HER, I GIVE HER STUFF, I APOLOGIZE, SHE DOESN'T! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS???? On Friday (today is Saturday), [insert name] yelled at me. I just wanted help on my computer! What kind of friend is she? What kind of sister is Diane?"

Diane is so completely different now it's scary. lol. Actually like 60% of my diary entries were about Diane: "Fart your butt diane!!!!! [insert crude hand-drawn picture of butt]"

4) This one is a little weird.

"September 13, 2003

Dear Diary,
Back-to-School Night was so fun. I had a great time as a WEB leader, and I even got to stand in front of Mrs. Johnson's classroom and tell the parents what we were doing in the class, since Mrs. Johnson wasn't there.
Today is Volunteering Day for Leadership class. Downtown San Jose. I wonder what will happen?"

Incidentally, that night my grandma passed away.

5) And finally, a series of excerpts from nice and embarrassing posts (this is for you, Curtis):

"October 15, 2004 [EXACTLY FOUR YEARS!]
Ricky, Curtis, and Stanley introduced me to Gunbound. It's hecka fun! It adds to the fun when Curtis plays with us too."

"November 6, 2004
I'm starting to think that maybe it would have been better if Curtis and I were never friends.
I do still like him.
I feel sad when he implies that he doesn't like me.
I don't want to feel like this..."

"November 8, 2004
Today we were chatting on AIM--me, Curtis, Sarah, and Vinson--and playing Truth or Dare. Vinson asked me: Who do you like more, Curtis, Andrew, or Ricky? ...[Curtis] volunteered to leave the chatroom, but I put something mild for him: "He's weird but cool :)" How could I say what I really felt? Did Curtis think that I still liked him? How could I say...that his apologies and refusal hurt me so much...how could I say that deep down, I still liked him?
I did this [e-mail] forward thing. "First Love" by Utada Hikaru matched up with Curtis. Omg, is that true?"

And yes, I did save the best and most embarrassing for last, even though it precedes the others chronologically:

"June 4, 2004
Dear Diary,
Today at the 8th grade dance, I told Curtis that I liked him.
GASP!!!!!!!
He said "um, um..." and had a smile on his face. (He looked so cute!)
Then I felt my voice break.
I finished with an "Um, I just wanted to tell you that before school ended" then walked away. I met Jasmin and Jenny and they asked if I did it. I said, "I kinda" and repeated his reaction. Then I have no idea why, but I started to cry a little.
Later, Jenny told me that Curtis was blushing big time. I was so relieved that I told him.
Tonight was just wonderful.
I wonder what Curtis is thinking now?
He looked so cute!"

HAHAHA!!!! omg....

And I shall end this entry here, even though I have a lot more I want to say...but seriously, how can you resist ending on that last diary entry???