Monday, September 30, 2002

Red liquid trickled through my fingers and swirled down the sink. I pumped more of the strong-smelling soap into my hands, rubbing my palms vigorously in an attempt to get the stains out. The red under and around my nails were a much darker color, having crusted more thickly in the crevices. I turned the knob for even hotter water, and steam began to rise from my crimson hands. No matter how hard I scraped, I couldn't get it all out.
Why did I agree to help paint the ABSA car wash banner?!

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Sunday, September 29, 2002

Oh. Turns out there's this little hold button on the side that prevents you from turning it on.... Praise the Lord.

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A crisis of unimaginable severity as occurred. I don't know how I will ever deal with this. Even now, my pulse quickens and the veins on my head throbs. I can't handle this! Someone tell me wHY my palm pilot is not turning on! I charged it for hours! AHHH! I can't live without it. My life is over.

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Saturday, September 28, 2002

This is really bad. Last night I went to sleep at 3:30am, woke up at 11pm, went to class, slept from 4:30 till 6, and am now going to bed at 4:30am. It feels like I've lived 4 days in the last 2. ugh. but it's been fun doing nothing.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2002

arGH I am so pissed! I'm eating dinner downstairs, and some friend of John sits down with us. Jeff, the guy, tells us how he forgot his meal card, and had to go back upstairs and get it. When John asked why he didn't just tell the lady at the desk to pull out the list of ID numbers, he said that the catelog wasn't out anyways, and she couldn't even tell what she was saying.
the moron: "How can you work in America and not know English?"
For some reason, that enraged me; it a typical remark by an ignorant, condescending bastard. So I figured I'd let him know:
"I know, huh? Damn those immigrants! Why don't they just stay in their own country with their own dirty language??"
The moron AGREED with me!!
Stupid f*ck.
"I mean, why should she try and transcend the language barrier and work in a country with more opportunities and better her situation in life, right?"
The moron gets all 'whoa, calm down' on me.
John warns him that I am 'feisty' and take Tae Kwon Do, which I don't. Christy corrects him with kickboxing. He says he figures all us Chinese people knew karate, anyways, which is still totally different. But John and Christy and I kid all the time, so I let it slide. This guy keeps noT shutting up and gets all stuck up about America with me.
I proceed to give him stats on how America's literacy rate is pathetic and about 30 percent of adults read on a fourth grade level. Jon says "At least they can read". He, at least, is just amused with me; he's used to this by now. But this other guy is seriously ticking me off. I tell him America's reading and math levels SUCK. And that the woman at the counter is over 45 and it's incredibly hard for her to learn another language. I mean, sh*t. HE doesn't know another language. I learned English, but it was easy for me; I was 6. Christy learned English in the 7th grade. My dad friggin moved here, learned English, and worked his ass off. This little prick then has the nerve to say 'IF' he went to another country he would learn their language. MY. ASS.
THeN he has the nerve to ask Christy and I if we were born in AMerica. When I ask why, he doesn't heed the warning tone in my voice and continues on his stupid tirade. "Because you have no pride in America!"
That is totally not true, since I had just pointed out that the lady probably came here becaUSe of this country's better opportunities, but obviously his brain is too small to process that. But I took a breath and asked him which aspects of America I 'should' be sO proud of. He said all of it. I ask sarcastically "yeah, because America's sO perfect, right?". He agrees. StuPID f*CK. "INdependence... blah blah.."
I get up and leave and hear something register in his empty little brain as he suddenly gets that I'm pissed.
I just couldn't eat anymore. I was so flaming mAD. Christy tells me later that he says I'm umpatriotic, blah blah. I hate it when people tell me that. Just because I wish to correct the faults and get angry at the hypocrisy of this country sometimes, doesn't mean i'm not glad I live here. I mean, my parents nagged at me all the time to better myself, doesn't mean they hated me. Being blind to the faults of America is no worse then seeing only the bad things. I can see the good things in America, that's why my parents came here, after all. But can the moron see the stereotypical ignorance he epitomizes just by saying we should all speak English perfectly? Idiot. I can't believe he despises immigrants.
It's ok. One day, when I own him, I'll let him know my parents were immigrants and my kids' English is better than his little brats'.

posted by Steph at 3:58 PM 0 comments

Me: " I hate my business classes. Maybe I'll be a teacher!"
Christy: "You mean like a professor, right?"
Me: "No. Like a high school teacher"
Christy: "You're not gonna make a lot of money... you better marry rich!"
Me: "Hmm.. yeah..."
Christy: "Start hunting now!"

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Tuesday, September 24, 2002

Conversation heard in elevator. This time, instead of stupid asian girls, they're preppy fake blondes:
"I hate school soo much!"
"I know! Like high school was waY too easy for me" *giggles*
(I scoff)
"So, is like a D failing in college? Or is it just really bad?"
"I dunno, *giggles*, 'cause I just failed my paper then!"
"Me too!" *giggle*

morons.


I'm in a horrible mood. And listening to the depressing piano song Cindy sent me.
I must go study now.

posted by Steph at 8:42 PM 0 comments

I went to a friend's room to go study for my test tomorrow. I studied for maybe a few hours, ended up taking a two hour nap on their couch, waking up very disoriented. I was starving, so I stumbled downstairs to eat and now I want to go back to sleep again. Everyone studies sO much in college. Am I doing something wrong? Hm...

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Apparently I have gone over my minutes for my cell phone. I laughed at Christy yesterday because she went over her daytime minutes. Well how the heck did that happen to me? I didn't even talk that much, only to meet people, ask something, etc. eh. Well, Since we both canceled our stupid-dobie-30-dollars-a-month-each-slow-ethernet and our 26-dollars-a-month-each-dorm-phone-line PLUS 20 dollars of government taXes?! we had to upgrade our cell phone plans eventually anyways. still. how did I use so many minutes?? Oh. well, I won't have a cell phone until the plan activates on the 26th, so if you wanna reach me, i'm online 24-7. leave a message.

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Monday, September 23, 2002

Went home this weekend. did no studying. came back sunday. did no studying. had all day today. did no studying. test friday. i better start studying.

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Thursday, September 19, 2002

Devin's getting me to go to a juggling club thing today. and i wanna take fencing next semester. wouldn't that be cool? and then ballroom dancing! i'll be able to juggle and dance and fence and kickbox all at once!

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Wednesday, September 18, 2002

It was so weird. I slept from 9 pm (was supposed to study, took a 'nap' instead) until 3 am, then from 6 am to 10 am. I was SO awake in MIS and Eco today, a definite first. I was amazed how much better I learned when I'm not trying to stay awake. It was great! I was hyper, and kept singing in my head 'la la la la. wow. I'm sooo awake. la la la la'. Yeah. you had to be there. But I figured this way it's better, and I can be more awake tonight to study for my test tomorrow morning. Maybe I'll sleep at nine again and wake up at 6 and study. Eh. I doubt it. I'd been lacking so much sleep lately and I feel much better. I'm kinda freaked out about my first test tomorrow, I've shut myself off from most communication with the outside world these past two days. I hope it was worth it.

posted by Steph at 6:18 PM 0 comments

I'm so hungry.

posted by Steph at 3:48 AM 0 comments

In the darkness, I could barely make out the sillouette. Shadows criss-crossed to form a perfect camaflouge for such a shady character. My heart pounds, and a chill runs down my spine as I glance through the slits of my squinted eyes at the grifter I was about to go up against.....

How did I get here?

Well, as you can probably guess, it all started with a dame. A high-strung one, at that. She came into my office. I still stand by my conviction that I was just in deep thought, not dozing off... but that's not the point here. The point is, she came into my office at 3 am, and jolted me awake.
As I gave her the lookover, I realized this dame wasn't wearing much clothing. Her wet hair and green towel clearly indicated she had just gotten out of the shower.

They didn't make me head of my department for nothing.

She came in for one reason, and one reason only. She wanted me to tail some guy and bump him off.

I told her she was tooting the wrong ringer. I can't just kill the poor bastard. I was about to show her to door, when she started going on about coming out of the shower and realizing someone had broken in. She said that word on the street was I was a pretty good gumshoe.

I decide to pull up a chair and tell her that she did the right thing in stopping by. I would go over and take care of him. I then asked her for a description of the goon, and when she gave me the rap on how big, foul smelling, and dirty he was, I swallowed an unusually large gulp of saliva. But I kept my cool. This dame was hysterical enough for the both of us.
She led me to the scene of the crime, and I spotted him. Back to where I started:

My heart pounds, and a chill runs down my spine as I glance through the slits of my squinted eyes at the grifter I was about to go up against.....He wiggles his feelers mockingly, knowing he has the advantage of my fear. The dame whimpers behind me, I tell her to shut her trap out of the corner of my mouth.

I size him up, and the bulkiness of his frame makes me gulp again. I freeze. I wasn't as brave as I thought. Would my repulsion save this crook's life? (dum dum dum...)

Not if I could help it! His game was up. This bastard trespassed in the wrong joint. This area was my territory, he had no right to be here, and he would pay. He would pay with his miserable, disgusting life. I would see to that.

The dame turns on the light, but the creep is warned by the sudden flash, and the chase ensues. I run and grab my weapon of choice, Manzana Verde air freshener from the bathroom, and perform a full frontal attack. I am merciless, trigger happy, and scared as hell as the adrenaline pumps through my veins as I pump the sucker full of lead. (actually, it was more like coating the big lug with aroma. But you get the point)

But somehow, he gets away.

The dame grabs her liter bottle of Listerine, and guarantees it'll kill anything. I whistle. She was no weak sister. At this point, I'm worn out, and let the dame try. She douses him with capfuls, and the acrid smell of mouth wash saturates the air.

Suddenly, I am struck by an idea. I grab some Herbel Essence bath gel, and nail the bird in the chest until he hits the floor with The Big Sleep. I watch and make sure he croaks and goes completely stiff. He does. What a chump. I puff out my chest. Nothing to it.

The girl peeks over and sees the body. I figured she's let out a scream like all the dolls do, but this one laughs hysterically, clapping her hands.

What a sick broad.

I decide it's time to beat it, and she says she's got the hook ups to some sap who will clean up the mess tomorrow. She slips me a couple C-notes and bolts.

Here I am now, typing up this lastest escapade, and wondering why the hell I'm still up at 5 in the morning. It's time to smoke some cigs and hit the sack.

Gumshoe Chen, signing out.

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Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Christy (incredulously): Did you just take another shower?
Me (testily): yeS
Christy (smacking forehead): Sometimes I just want to hit myself
Me (cocking head to side): Huh? What're you talking about?
Christy (laughing her psycho laugh): Because hitting you might be considered a federal felony.

What is she talking about? I don't know.

posted by Steph at 5:11 PM 0 comments

I'm squished, hungry, and tired on the elevator on the way back from class and these two chinese girls are the only ones talking. They speak in high, girly voices.
"heY...how's your sister?"
"... she's in a fashioN show! it's sO cool. *giggle*
" "i haven't seen you in forever!"
"i knoW!"
"oh! here's my floor! talk to you later!"
"ok! byEE!" *giggle*.
I could barely keep myself from gagging out loud. I wanted to ask, "Can't you speak like a normal person? Do you think you're cute? SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Ok, so I was cranky. But really. Those stupid little girls are the reason why everyone assumes I'm a stupid little giggly girl because I'm a small, Chinese, female. I remember someone telling me once "Before I talked to you, I thought you looked sO sweET. And now...."
Yeah. Screw you too. Maybe I oVer compensate, but I'd rather be agressive than 'nice' and cute like those airheads in the elevator.
I should probably eat now. I'm getting naHsty.

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Monday, September 16, 2002

I got my posters in the mail today! 'Days of Camelot' and 'Goddesses of Avalon'. I loVe them. Ties back to the whole historicalness.

posted by Steph at 11:12 PM 0 comments

My weekend was good. I just hadn't felt like blogging.
Friday:
Eric came up to Austin! Rebecca, Eric, Daniel, and I dorm-hopped, which was actually quite fun. Andrews, especially its study lounge, has this really cool old feeling, but I didn't like it because I knoW someone died there. It felt funny. All the honors dorms connected, and we wandered around. Daniel rapped on ramdom people's doors so we could look at the rooms and when this one guy opened his door, I said "Tiawan!". Eric, of course, with his sTUPId smartness, said it was just mothballs. Oh.
We then went to visit Justin, who was (surprise!) playing video games. He then joined our entourage and we visited Rebecca's dorm at Castillian, which I had previously considered living in but then changed my mind after seeing so many hobos and bums on the way there. I meet enough riffraff as it is.
We then came back to my dorm where Rebecca and Eric were supposed to spend the night, but somehow I ended up with 3 more boarders in my humble abode. It was quite funny, actually, with Rebecca in Christy's bed, me in my own, Eric in the middle, and TC sprawled next to my desk and Justin scrunched in a fetal position in front of Christy's. He didn't even spread out the sleeping bag; just bundled it under him and conked out. We discussed Justin's lazyness quite frequently this weeked; I had to beg him to take his contacts out when I saw that he still had them wrinkled and dried in his bloodshot eyes. Then the next morning he woke up (first one up - to watch cartoons) and was so lazy that he watched 3 hours of tv without them. Interesting guy. oH. and don't even get me started on his impression of the Red Stripe commercials. Rebecca, Eric and I stayed up till 5 am and watched Eric's snot ball grow (don't ask). Eric's blogs always sum up the emotional aspects of our gatherings better than I can. But it was very 'awwww', if that makes any sense.
We went to dinner Saturday to celebrate Jerry's getting old, I mean, birthday, at the Thai noodle place with the in my opinion very stupid name. Madam Mam's. Ugh. Anyways, on the way there Rebecca and I kept getting distracted by the profuse array of jewely stands and clothing stores that studded Guadalupe Street. We oohed and aahed and compared tastes as 6 hungry asian guys waited. ( thanks guys ^_^ ) Finally decided to go shopping (for real) some other day and reluctantly left. Daniel and Jeff were there this time, and after we ate we wandered to the Union where we met up with some of Daniel's friends and all played pool.
Then at 11 someone mentions some sorority party down 6th street and I quell a prudish urge to say, "go to a party? a sorORity party? down 6TH street?! now?!? it's 11!?! I was supposed to study!!" I just smiled and rationalized that it waS Saturday night and I might as well go see what the fuss was all about anyways. I'm usually up for new experiences. Then everyone decides that they have to dress up and we spend another hour at our prospective dorms changing. We drive, get lost, and find parking faR away after another hour, and arrive outside the club at 1:30 am.
Downtown Austin is great. I love the architecture, the historical feeling, the horse-drawn, flower-decked carriages driven by people in suits and top hats. The weather at night is not humid like Houston, but is light and airy, pleasantly breezy. It was a nice night. Then you turn a corner.
6th street is hard to describe; one must go there to feel the bass of the live music blaring from pubs, shaking the pavement beneath your feet. For me it was quite entertaining just watching the throngs of people cramming into the small bars and spilling back out into the streets in a ceaseless exchange of bodies. I had never seen such a large concentration of people that were within 5 years of my age. Cigarette smoke wafted with the breeze and mingled with the loud music, raucous laughter and neon lights in a chaotic swirl of sensory overload. But when I looked in the club and saw it was dark, smoky, crowded, and loud, I kinda lost interest. Plus, I didn't wanna pay 10 bucks to noT dance (i'm fruGaL, eric, not cheaP). So Justin, who didn't feel like dancing either (surprise, surprise) and Daniel's friend who drove us there walked around. We got to this one part of the street where bars turned into Tattoo and 'massage' parlors and I pointed it out and we turned around. Justin then wanted to find a place to sit, and we arrived in front of a schmaltzy, ritzy hotel. Justin wanted to go in because his parents ate there once. I just saw a bride and bridegrooms and bridesmaids and said 'oooh!'. So we went in.
It was very 1800's, and walking in, with the suits and dressed promenaded around us, make me feel like I was in another time. I love that feeling. That's why I love historical movies and books. Anyways, Justin promptly curls up on a fancy, over stuffed armchair (tennis shoes on the chair and all) and falls asleep. He looked so outta place I couldn't help but laugh. Anyways, to make it short, a fight broke out at the club around 3, so they kicked everyone out. Rebecca and Jeff did a pretty good job of acting out what happened, with the ghetto black DJ scolding and stupid fobby asian guys fighting. The driver guy Abe and Rebecca came back to my place and finished off the wings from last night. I couldn't believe the guy would just drive up to Austin and not bring anything, no change of clothes, toothbrush, nothinG. Rebecca and I agreed girls would never be able to do that. Especially me, with my 2 showers (at least) a day and dusting every other day with my Clorox sheets. We exchanged our most embarrassing moments and went to sleep at 4am. My sleeping schedule's sO messed up.
I then tried to study the rest of Sunday and kept falling asleep. It is now monday and I've read and am mostly caught up, but I feel it's never enough. Hopefully I'll sleep before 1 today and study more tomorrow. g'night!

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Sunday, September 15, 2002

Demona848 (11:54:11 PM): i don't wanna go to school
eKwEiZn (11:54:19 PM): neither do i.
Demona848 (11:54:23 PM): i wish it were weekends all the time
eKwEiZn (11:54:50 PM): lets do a big waaah together.
eKwEiZn (11:55:03 PM): *waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh*
Demona848 (11:55:10 PM): waaaaaaaAAAAAaHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh
Demona848 (11:55:17 PM): ha ha ha ha

posted by Steph at 9:56 PM 0 comments

http://www.politicsandprotest.org/

i forgot who had this on their profile. but it's so damn sad

posted by Steph at 9:53 PM 0 comments

Thursday, September 12, 2002

Just saw 'About a Boy' at the Union for free! It was good...I got an orange movie poster! who wants it

posted by Steph at 9:05 PM 0 comments

First of all, I would like to say the following rant contains purely my opinions, albeit backed up with facts (that are in the forms of links... click on the bold and intalic words). Do noT be offended, I really don't think anyone is alL bad, just pointing out the aspects that piss me off, k?
Second, do noT assume I'm some unpatriotic, insensitive bitch. I feel sorrow for the losses caused by last year's Sept 11 as much as anyone, but the compassion I feel is as a human being, not as a flaming, preaching, ranting-against-the-world proud-to-be-an-american let's-bomb-the-'evil'-people zealot.

Don't get me wrong, I like America. I am proud to be an American for the freedom it has to offer, etc. I just feel that anger and defiance, while good to some extent in boosting the country's morale, should be separated from the sympathy we feel for those who have lost loved ones. Having said that, I'd like to get back to the issue.

George W. Bush is an idiot.
(If you like him, I highly recommend you leave now ... )
He is the perfect representation of the worst aspects of America; a ridiculous mixture of ignorance and arrogance.
In a speech to a B’nai B’rith convention, Bush said,
“Our nation is chosen by God and commissioned by history to be a model to the world of justice and inclusion and diversity without division."
Gee, we might as well go on a Crusade and slaugther those who don't follow the the righteous path of the followers of God.
"commissioned by history". psh.
His implication that winning wars and being wealthy as automatically proving America was 'chosen by God' is like saying the bully rich from the lunch money wrenched from smaller, weaker children makes him king of the playground. screw that.

And I personally do not like the way Bush assumes faith in God and patriotism go hand in hand.

I have no particular faith that I suscribe to at the moment. I admire the ethics of Buddhism, am learning and greatly respecting Hinduism in my World Philosophy class, been to Morman, Baptist and Catholic churches in which I must give kudos to the way the people all strived to simply do what's good, but will probably never really believe in just one religion. I just follow to good aspects of the different ones.
So it disturbs me that somehow I am made to feel unpatriotic because I don't feel comfortable saying 'God bless America' even though BusH assumes that "Only faith and God can overcome social ills".

Hey Mr. President, too bad separation of Church and State happened a long time go. Keep the Americans strong together as a country, as a people, but don't prevent the diverse cultures and religions that makes the country what it is from participating in the wave of patriotism by pushing youR ideals. That's not part of your job. If I wanted preaching about what one man assumes God wants, I'd go to a preacher.


"My budget nearly doubles funding for a sustained strategy of homeland security"

Strongly Favors: Largest increase in defense $ in two decades: never too high
Strongly Favors: $1B more for salary; $20B more for R&D for new weapons
Favors: $1B more in personnel raises; more for housing too
Favors: Increase military salaries & weapons spending
(source)

I personally, am against spending all this money on military when America's education (especially Texas) is so pathetic. Soon we'll have a massive, invincible army (whoo hoo) protecting a country of idiots. yeah. thAt's totally how I want mY future tax dollars to be spent!
moron.
But Bush seems to recognize this too, admitting that "less than a third of the nation's 4th grade students are proficient at reading."
The problem is, why is he spending billions on defense then? And all the while denouncing every other country on the planet for "developing weapons of mass destruction"
Hypocrite. Of course, every country wants to be the only one with the big guns. But come on....

Today in a speech to the UN, Bush demanded that Iraq comply with all U.N. resolutions just like America always does in it's

A) "Disregard of its treaty obligations"

B) Breaching of "its obligations under the Vienna Convention on Consular Relations" of the United Nations. Like Bush is doing now, the US went to the United Nations' International Court of Justice, asked for its judgement, then disregarded it and executed the two brothers anyways when given an decision unfavorable to its own interests and pride.

C) Then there's my favorite example of Bush's unflagging loyalty and support of the United Nations:
" In Kyoto, December 1997 the UN brokered the world's first treaty to tackle global warming. Signatories pledged to cut their greenhouse gas emissions in the next decade by just over five per cent from 1990 levels.
But the USA has dragged its feet on implementing the Kyoto protocol and in March 2001, the new president, George W Bush abandoned the Kyoto treaty altogether, saying it is against his country's economic interests.
The United States has five per cent of the world's population but is responsible for a quarter of the world's carbon dioxide emissions."
(source )

This to me just tells me that Bush will blatantly disregard protocols the US had already signed and agreed to that are for the good of the rest of the world (gasp! imagine that!) at the drop of a hat just because it doesn't benefit our great country, but when another country pisses him off, he wants the United Nations to do something about it and "live up to its responsibility."
bull. shit.
'In its Unilateralist Disregard, US is the Real 'Rogue State'

Yes, yes, all countries have their crap sides, and hypocrisy, etc, etc, but my point is none of them are so arrogant and righteous about it as Bush is goading our country to be. I mean, the whole 'China and crappy human rights' is true, but we're always looking at the faults of other countries when we should be bettering ourselves.

To end my highly opinionated little story, i'd like to end with an excerpt of wonderfully cute little song I think sums up too many (ignorant, trigger-happy) American's views on this whole terrorist thing.

"Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack.
A mighty sucker punch came flying in from somewhere in the back.
Soon as we could see clearly through our big black eye,
Man we lit up your world like the Fourth of July.

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list,
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist.
And the eagle will fly,
And there's gonna be Hell,
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell!
It's gonna feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you...
Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White and Blue!

Oh, Justice will be served and the battle will rage.
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
You'll be sorry that you messed with the US of A
'Cuz we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way."
toby keith

Automatically we resort to violence. We associate the "red white and blue" as "the whole wide world". And the last stanza is just ridiculous.
blah blah, yes i know, it's just a song, maybe just to make you feel patriotic, and it's not like i'm saying this guy shouldn't sing; since this is America and all, but i mean, come on. Not really the best way to address the issue, is it?

ugh.
well, you know i'll be voting the next presidential election.
(you can get voter registration forms when you renew your liscense! i encourage it)
down with Bush and his conservative, narrow-minded, hypocritical, stupidity.

posted by Steph at 12:47 PM 0 comments

Moo the MagicCow (1:58:59 PM): i was crying. where is stephanie! DAMN YOU GOD!
Demona848 (1:59:05 PM): hA HA HA HA

posted by Steph at 12:00 PM 0 comments

i can't sleep now. have been helping christy finish her calc. almost done.
At 2:30 I banged on the wall for Sue to shut up, and Christy said she (acted?) stupid and asked if she heard anything. geez. i hate that girl.
So i went outside and made a point of plopping down and reading my eco, since i couldn't sleep anyways. when she finally shut up at 3:30, we both started muttering our disdain.
me: "tzwen3 yah1 toh2"
christy: "wang2 ba1 dan4"
I wanted to tell her that unless her friend lived in mainland CHIna, she shouldn'e be talking so loudly on the phone at THREE FRIGGIN AM.
i left a note on her door telling her the walls were thin and asking her to keep her voice down after 1 am. i don't think that's unreasonable. we both signed it. i added if there was any problem, she could talk to us about it.
stupid ho.

posted by Steph at 1:52 AM 0 comments

shiT i hATE SUE. damn suitemate. I've been lying in bed trying to sleep for the past friggin 40 minutes. She's talking on the phone, giggling her inconsiderate little head off. Don't you think it's a little rude to be so loud at 3 am on a school night? I really didn't wanna do this, but I'm gonna ask the little bitch to shut up now. If I hear her one more time, I'm going out and yanking out the phone cord. Screw that trying to be nice. I'd rather have hostility between us the rest of the god damn year than not get enough sleep every night because she can't keep her trap shut.

posted by Steph at 12:40 AM 0 comments

Wednesday, September 11, 2002

QFire000 (1:54:47 AM): wan an ting ting

hehe

posted by Steph at 11:57 PM 0 comments

eKwEiZn (1:40:11 AM): wan an little one.


^_^

posted by Steph at 11:48 PM 0 comments

Yeah. It's 1:40 am and Christy's still doing her Calculus homework. She is such a crazy procrastinator! 4 sections of homework in one night. Due tomorrow 8 am. She goes to the library today at 7:30, and I tell her to be back by 10 because the chances of her getting attacked and dying rise significantly after that. She comes back at 10:30.
"Where have you been?! It's 10:30! I thought you were dead!"
"I just started calculus an hour ago"
"You've been gone for 3 hours! What have you been doing??!!"
"Playing piano at San Jacinto"
"Christy!!!!"
Yeah. this girl is taking Music class (an extra 5 hours) for the heck of it. She bikes to the Music building (wAY across campus) everyday and always wants to play piano before she does her homework. She has a crazy schedule. If you add on her TA sessions, labs, etc, she's taking almost twice the number of hours I am.
crazy.
she's crazy.

posted by Steph at 11:47 PM 0 comments

Monday, September 09, 2002

Hear yE, Hear YE.
The PHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAantom.. of the OP-ER-A is HEEERE.....
Auditions shall be held whenever I see fit at ye Olde Dobie Dormitory for a rousing, revamped and reigned in rendition of Phantom of the Opera.
Talented, Eccentric, and more importantly SHAMELESS people are needed for the parts of Christine, Phantom, Roaul, and misc.
Please IM or e-mail for appointment times. All are welcome! (unless you suck)
Tickets will soon be available at your nearest box office.

I'm serious.
I wanna put on a broadway.

posted by Steph at 9:54 PM 0 comments

i've been trying to read all evening. i read 20 pages of world philosophy and had 35 pages of roman civilization. (WHY did i take 2 fine arts I didn't need??) Every time I settled down to read, there was something I had to do. At 6, I got up and ate noodles. Then I had to get a drink. Then I had to eat a peach. 40 minutes, later, I finally settle in and someone opens our dorm door. It was Tim, who has been walking around campus for the past hour because there was mold in Jester and they had to evacuate the whole building. (He finds out later that it was just a fire drill. ha. ha.) He then reads my book of 'The Onion' articles and laughs for the next few hours while
Christy and I don't do our homework and watch random broadway shows on tv on her computer and sing to all the broadway songs I have on my computer. I blasted Bizet's Carmen and Phantom of the Opera and our roomates gave us funny looks and asked if they could close our door. ha ha ha. i guess we're even now. we laughed hysterically and said that we would use broadway songs as our weapon against their insane loudness.
So at 9 (how time does fly) Tim leaves and I start to read again for 10 minutes and David walks in talking about his 3 hour long informal Chinese class. Blah blah, and it's 10:20 and I've read 5 pages of my 35 pages for tomorrow's lecture. AHHH. So I"ve been reading for the past hour and a half now which i felt was pretty good even though I had to get up and eat a vegetable and meat bao1 tse3 and milk and a single chocolate cookie so i would finish the rest of the milk. the end.

posted by Steph at 9:44 PM 0 comments

Sunday, September 08, 2002

yeah. our suitemate was really friendly to christy and I today...i don't get her at all.
back in austin. when i'm at home, it feels like i never left. and when i'm here, it feels like i never went home this weekend. it's weird. reading to do.

posted by Steph at 4:38 PM 0 comments

Friday, September 06, 2002

back in houston. everyone in my family was in bed before midnight, so here i am bored and awake. i'm reading the away messages of the people up in austin and it seems eveRYone is out. sigh....
my mom picked me up from school and i had greAT chinese food. Pig liver with carrots and bamboo and cucumber, and pork blood jello cubes with intestine. it was soooo good. then my mom and sister and i sang karoake. it was fun. it's nice being back. but i wish everyone wasn't asLEEP! i am so bored.
it seems all the guys i know are at the gym right now. 5 away messages claim them to be 'working out'. what's with this lifting weights thing now? geez. i should go there sometime around 11 pm and 'meet' these soon-to-be-buff males. heh heh.
it's thundering.
i feel lonely.

posted by Steph at 10:38 PM 0 comments

yesterday some neighbour/friends on my floor asked if we had any aluminum foil. i said no and asked what for, and he and his roomate claim it was for some engineering project. we had some signs with our names on the door that had aluminum foil in it, and he asked if he could take those. i was reluctant, but i said it was ok i guess since it was for a project and he really needed it. THEN i walk into his room later and see the 'project'. some lamp stand and some pipe thing sticking out and the aluminum foil on top. I asked what the 'project' was supposed to do, and he stared at me like i was some kinda idiot and said it was a smoking device.
oh.
boy am i naive.

posted by Steph at 12:01 AM 0 comments

Wednesday, September 04, 2002

eKwEiZn (11:46:27 PM): maybe i'll punch myself on the arm
Demona848 (11:46:40 PM): ha ha ha
Demona848 (11:46:41 PM): awwww
eKwEiZn (11:46:42 PM): *ouch*

(eric misses me)

read his blog about our weekend
http://ekweizn.blogspot.com/

posted by Steph at 9:55 PM 0 comments

Demona848 (11:31:36 PM): SLEEEEEEEEEEP
Demona848 (11:31:40 PM): I COMMAND THEE!
N3mesis85 (11:31:48 PM): hai mother. chotto matte o
Demona848 (11:31:58 PM): SLEEP YOU INFERNAL CHILD OF SATAN
N3mesis85 (11:31:59 PM): ogasan.
Demona848 (11:32:13 PM): THOU SHALT NOT MAKE A MOCKERY OF MY COMMANDS!
N3mesis85 (11:32:56 PM): goodness...
Demona848 (11:33:01 PM): MUAH HA HA HA HA
N3mesis85 (11:33:08 PM): *throws a breath mint her way*
Demona848 (11:33:43 PM): THOSE THAT DARE RISK MY WRATH SHALL SUFFER THE ENTERNAL FIRES OF HELL!
N3mesis85 (11:33:59 PM): is hell stinky?
N3mesis85 (11:34:09 PM): maybe you should bring some air fresheners
N3mesis85 (11:34:17 PM): you know, those pinesol things they passed out at camp
N3mesis85 (11:34:33 PM): that looked like we were suppose to give the kids as dog tags
Demona848 (11:34:35 PM): THE SULFUROUS STENCH OF HELL IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE PUNGENT FOULNESS OF THY BREATH!
N3mesis85 (11:34:39 PM): i really didn't know what we were suppose to do with them
N3mesis85 (11:34:46 PM): hang em on their necks?
N3mesis85 (11:34:53 PM): hahahaha
Demona848 (11:35:28 PM): THOU SHALT HANG BY THOU TOES IF THOU CONTINUEST TO DISOBEY THEE!

posted by Steph at 9:44 PM 0 comments

MAN! they keep screaming and slamming the doors! I just felt my door shake. Do they not rEALIZE there's other people living here?! I HATE MY SUITEMATES!!!

posted by Steph at 7:20 PM 0 comments

N3mesis85 (9:04:06 PM): stoned puppy
N3mesis85 (9:04:17 PM): man. you better be careful stupid fuck
N3mesis85 (9:04:20 PM): no more walking the streets for you
Demona848 (9:06:17 PM): ME be careful!?
Demona848 (9:06:19 PM): i didn't do anything!
Demona848 (9:06:31 PM): it was 3 in the after noon!
Demona848 (9:06:32 PM): sheesh
N3mesis85 (9:06:57 PM): i dont care. stoned puppy was up and about at 3
N3mesis85 (9:07:03 PM): maybe he's so drugged up he cant tell the difference
Demona848 (9:07:22 PM): well, what the heck am i supposed to do, huh?
Demona848 (9:07:30 PM): i can't HIDE in my dorm
N3mesis85 (9:07:41 PM): no, you walk around with some one else
N3mesis85 (9:08:08 PM): untill you find that sick bastard's stiff corps floating down the colorado river with my name carved into his back, you stay off the streets

posted by Steph at 7:20 PM 0 comments

my suitemates are SO FREAKING LOUD. Their voices are SO uncessarily blaring. Especially when they watch tv. um...OH kay.. .the tv DOES NOT hear you....
sh*t. it is so annoying.
Christy and I often comment on how inconsiderate they are.
Ok.. just heard "HEY! IF YOU LISTENED TO ME LAST NIGHT YOU"D BE FINISHED ALREADY, B**CH".
Yeah. that was them screaming at each other. She's kidding of course, but still. It's so annoying. I feel this uncontrollable urge to just rip out their tongues.
Now they're whooping or something. ahhhhhHH! @(#$&@*#$^*@#$^%#$%! whew.
Anyways, the night before I had a few friends over around 12 am. Kunal hears ****** in the room talking on the phone and goes "man, your suitemates are so loud". Yes. They are. It was late and Christy was sleeping, and then the other one comes in and starts talking SO loudly to the one on the phone. I mean, this isn't just your every day, boisterous, rambunctious happy girl giggly talk. They like to yell at each other. At 80 friggin decibals.
Ask Jason and Kunal. THey'll vouch for me. I told her Christy was sleeping, and they keep talking loudly anyways. WHy don't they just close their freakin room door?!? I mean, we're out in living room, but we were all whispering. Sheesh. i HATE inconsiderate people.
And they don't turn off the TV. or wash their dishes. Christy and I've taken out the living room trash twice. It was piled high.
they're nice most of the time.. but i dunno. bleh.

oh and i apologize profusely again for the myriad of profanities in my entry...i must be really.. emotional today.
... argh... turn of the tv...

I can't study

posted by Steph at 6:53 PM 0 comments

sorry for the cussing. i was in a bad mood. i feel better now. i know it doesn't seem like that big a deal.. but it was at the time.

posted by Steph at 3:27 PM 0 comments

I was really passive and grossed out earlier, but now I'm just mad.
F*CK that bastard sub and F*ck that sociopathic freak who wouldn't leave me alone today, despite my cold looks (whom every noRMAL person seems to find scary and takes a hint) and short answers and walking freakin 90 miles per hour.
I was all happy after class, eager to blog about the funny thing that happened in class today, and now I'm in a horrible mood and suspiciously glancing around me all the time.
ugh.
make me feel better...

posted by Steph at 2:59 PM 0 comments

I was walking back from a pretty interesting session of World Philosophy and remembered I had to get a copy of Roman Society for my Roman Civilization class. It was hot and I regretted not getting it earlier when the sun wasn't right above my head, but I dragged myself down to the Co-op anyways.
I'm standing at the check out line cursing the co-op in my head for making me pay 50 bucks for a paperback book when this guy comes up behind me and asks how I'm doing in an almost unintelligible voice.
I turn around. Mid twenties, dirty blonde, short stringy hair, shifty eyes (I always look for those - people like that are either really shy or really... untrustworthy), skinny, not tall, and more importantly, invading my personal space. My first impression was "well, so this is what a stoned person looks like."
I back up a little and can barely keep down a look of repulsion as I gave a tight-lipped smile.
Don't get me wrong. I love weird, eccentric people. One time I was walking down the street with my arms full and I dropped some sugar packets on the floor while walking down the Drag and some guy with a long beard and huge metallic beads around his neck and a big, chaotic pony tail and huGe wide legs and cigarrette bent over and picked them up and handed them to me wordlessly. I had thought he was pretty interesting looking, and now knew he was nice as well. So do noT assume that I judged this guy purely by appearance.
It's hard to describe. The moment I saw this guy I began to feel uncomfortable. I don't know how to put it in words, but I didn't like it. I've never felt uncomfortable around people I didn't know before. But this guy was different. Instincts, I guess.
Anyways, I turned quickly around, relieved to see that the girl in front of me was done. I paid for the book and realized the guy waiting behind me didn't even have a book.
ok.. maybe he just wants to chat...
I walk out of the store and notice him following me.. I stop at the stoplight and pray for the 'walk' sign to appear. No such luck. He asks for my name, and I give him my first name. He doesn't tell me his, which made me kinda wary.
"So where did you get that cell phone?"
"from home"
"Can I see it?"
(I put it away)
"Where do you live?"
I decide noT to go back to my dorm.
I stop and pull out my cell phone and pretend to dial while walking. He keeps following. I stop and pretend to engage in conversation with my imaginary friend on the other line. He stops at a nearby newpaper stand and picks up some magnets. Now I'm starting to feel reaLLy wary. He leans in to show me the 'magnets' and I lean away.
I let out a discreet sigh of relief (I never thought I would actually do something so cliche) as the light turns green and I power walk across the street with this guy trotting at my heels like a (stoned) puppy.
"So what's your last name?"
"Wang"
"Are those pants velcro?"
What the f*ck?! why the hell is this m*thrf*cker looking at my pants.
"When did you get them? Do you take classes here? "
I answer with brief, vague answers and walk faster, looking for some building with lots of people to go into.
"So how tall are you? How much do you weigh? 90? 100?"
"no"
"how old are you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
I start to feel a little weird adreneline rush and ask him what the library in front of us is called. He doesn't know.
I go in the main lobby area, and he follows me. I go into the library, he follows me. During this whole walk I'd stopped at various places and he'd always stop with me. It freaked me out. Don't get me wrong. I love meeting new people. But you gotta believe me when I say that there was something very.. off putting about this guy. He looked like the kinda person who's face appears on channel 13 news when some little girl's been disembowled.
I mean, you know me. I am an agressive little girl who's thrilled to be taking kickboxing so I can kick some ass and usually feel that I can handle most situations. But that doesn't mean I walk around campus at night (I make my male friends escort me) or take stupid risks like being friendly to someone I feel verY uncomfortable with.
But In cases like these, my feeling of security overides his feelings.
So I sit at a computer between two people. I feel better as I log in and pretend to check my e-mail, meanwhile watching the stoned puppy out of my peripheral vision.
What I saw freaked me out. He goes up to the front desk and slowly runs his pointer finger over the tape, stapler, pens, etc. that they have up there for students to borrow. He picks up a pair of those black, long scissors with the heavy duty blade and runs his other hand over the blade.
He then walks around the room, poking his head into 'off-limit' storage closets and wandering around with the scissors in his hand, taking off the 'do not that this out of the library' label.
yeah. ok. i'm not scared.
As soon as he's on the other side of the relatively small computer room, I power walk the hell outta there and see him following me out of the corner of my eye. I head straight for the door labeled 'women' and begin to call every guy friend I have. Right now I am officially spooked. A friend agrees to meet me there. After waiting in the restroom for 5 minutes and see him go down a flight of stairs. I go out to the lobby and sit at the bench at the foot of the stairs, leaning against the railing. I envision him coming back up from the same direction and stabbing my unsuspecting back.
I move down the bench and sit against a wall.
Footsteps on the stairs behinds me. I jump.
A man in a similar tan shirt with blonde hair. I subconsciously cringe.
I rapidly scan every guy in the room and every guy that walks within a 30 foot radius of me, pulling my arms close and zipping and buttoning my bag in a stupid attempt to feel secure. Libraries dont' make you feel warm and fuzzy anyways, and as soon as I saw the freak walk out the door and a friend coming in the other door, I ran outside. He had to go to class, so I said I'd be ok walking by myself.
I still didn't want to go back to my dorm, so I am now in the Welch library, a smaller, older, and basically more obscure place. I set in front of a window where I can glance up and see everything (and everyone) behind me and next to the entrance where I paranoid-ly look up everytime someone comes in.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I feel really.. gross. yucky. icky. and there's something deep down, some repulsion towards that nasty guy that I still can't push out.
Like that time that sub made me stay after class senior year and was all nasty and sitting too damn close. some of you know that story. I felt like a horrible person all day. I felt dirty and was withdrawn and not angry like most people would think I'd be, but ... i dunno. it's not describable. it's just a feeling you get where you are wary of every guy you know and see and just wanna fold your arms around you and have everyone stay away. Before I walked it off coming out of the library, I was actually faintly shaking for awhile.
I feel stupid.

I can imagine some of my more guy-ish friends laughing at me. I mean, they scoff when I tell them I don't want to visit their dorm at 1 am because I don't wanna walk around campus by myself. You know what? FUCK you.
You don't understand.

the other day some friends were visiting from houston and ***** offered to escort them back and forth from the dorms (around 2am). I could tell everyone felt it was really nice and all, but kinda uneccessary. But he did it anyways. Guys like that are the only reason I feel a little better now.

Thanks to all my non-bastard guy friends who are always willing to take me back to my dorm and then walk back to theirs.
It helps a lot.

posted by Steph at 2:03 PM 0 comments

Tuesday, September 03, 2002

I learned my first combo in kickboxing today. We've been practicing the moves separately for the past two sessions. Today we did a ... lemme think... left jump kick, right jab, left cross, right roundkick? I'm not sure if that's right... but that's cool, huh? hehe. I'm still pretty bad with endurance though. Geez.
Went to coco's cafe. had milk tea and tzong1 yo2 bing3 and ru3 ro4 fan4. yummy. had to get a to go box. that's two more meals ^_^ . it's not bad. i think i'll be eating there at least twice a month...
i have homework. but nothing that I can't do tomorrow. i knoW it sounds like i'm procrastinating ( and I probably am to some subconscious extent), but I really wanna see if in some of my classes whether I should read before or after class. Like MIS (management informations systems - bleh computer stuff) I don't think I can just reAd about it... so I'll see after class tomorrow. I read world philosophy yesterday. 2 chapters. I really like it. And economics. Not bad. I like college so far I think. But I haven't really done much work yet. I hope I can handle it when the time comes.

posted by Steph at 7:41 PM 0 comments

yeah. so i get up this morning at 9:20. Class starts at 9:30 and it at least a 10 minute walk. I briefly consider going back to sleep. But then my conscience, prudence, goody-goodyness, whatever you wanna call it, gets the better of me and I grunt obscenities, throw on clothes, grab notebook and backpack and scurry out.
I get to the damn WCH building, since my classroom is WCH 1.211, and walk from the 2nd floor to the first floor. I'm 1 minute late. And for soME freakING reason, my classroom isn't IN the building. I see fliers posted on the walls that say: 'If you are in WCH 1.211, you are in the building acroSs from the Welch building across International Street.' WHAt the heLL is International Street?!? Why isn't the classroom WCH 1.211 in the sAME building as WCH 1.210?!?
I am now 5 minutes late.
I circled the building twice, walk down the 1st floor hallway of WCH lecture rooms 3 times, Go through utility rooms that exit signs pointed to and up and down different staircases at leaST 6 times and finaLLy find the International Street that is NOT on my orientation for stupid freshmen booklet that I have now pulled out and (damn my pride) am frantically trying to decipher while trying to walk at the same time.
Anyways, I get to class 15 minutes late, and am able to furiously scribble down the first page of notes before the profressor scrolls down.
Sigh. Screw the fact I felt sO disgusting from lack of washing hair and face and brushing teeth and was grumpy from lack of breakfast and was the last one in the class and felt stupid and didn't have a seat and sat at the top of the stairs and the corner of the door I leaned against painfully ingrained a foot-long, inch-deep groove into my already bony back. I didn't miss any notes!
argh.
if i ever find out who's bright idea it was to have the WCH 1.211 class room in building NOT CALLED WCH, I will have to make sure that person knows how disgruntled i am.

posted by Steph at 9:33 AM 0 comments

Monday, September 02, 2002

i'm realizing that i'm becoming more and more OCD every day. I've used at least 6 clorox wipes because the room seems to gets so dusty so quickly. the sight of dust drives me crazy now. i haVE to wipe it. So I covered up the damn vent in front of my bed with plastic strips i cut from the co-op bookstore bags. i think i'm really a neat freak, just too lazy to do it at home, and now that i have less space, i'm organizing and wiping every day. i wonder if i can keep this up. bleh

posted by Steph at 11:13 PM 0 comments

geez. it's been awhile. weekends go by so quickly... it was all a blur. cyc people from houston came up.

(Brandy's pics)

charades was great fun!
was putting off work this weekend, so had to read today. still need a roman civ book to read assignments... i hope it gets in soon or i'll fall behind. bleh. just haven't been in the mood/ had the time to blog lately i guess. will do later if i think of anything.

posted by Steph at 11:06 PM