Exam Scores

We just got our exam scores back today. For most of the class, they did better than the first exam. For some people, their exam grade even went up by 18 points! Well...for me, my exam grade went down by two. Great. Just...great.

Guess who's back?

So I was taking pictures of this guy playing guitar in the Brooks Center. I wonder if he noticed...

My roommate's wife came over today and made something called tomato crumble. OMG, I want to learn this recipe. And the wife was friendly too. She's tall, bespectacled, and curvy--I can see why my roommate married her.

I played a game called "two truths and one lie" today with the GSA club. Yeah, pretty much all of them knew my truth. Except for the one guy I thought WOULD know. Hah, I'm glad he doesn't know that much about me.

After GSA, he said, "I hope they return the keg." I think he was referring to his job. Apparently, he tricked some people into paying for a keg that they could have gotten for free. "I hope they still have the tap. I didn't charge them for that."

Made a new friend today. His name is Alex. I call him the Barefoot Guy (because he walks around barefoot sometimes. Very unique. Very gutsy). I told him that I see him all the time, in Brackett, on the bus...He even lives in the same apartment complex I do! Apparently, he never notices me since he was surprised I knew him. But he did say that he was glad that was how he was known--as the Barefoot Guy. We had an exam today too and it was funny watching him take an exam. He leans way over the desk with his test sheet on the very edge. It's like he's all nonchalant and laid-back about everything. And he's got a friendly face too.

In Anthropology class, we discussed infanticide (infanticide is killing babies and Anthropology is humanities class). Very intriguing. Very depressing.

I sat at the lake today and talked to Melissa. We both decided that she was very right to be happy with her life right now. We also decided that I had trouble forming attachments to people. But more on that later.

Peace, my friends. Must sleep now.

Being hit on by old white guys....

This happened on Tuesday. I was in Ingles buying groceries to make dinner and I was pretty much done when this old white guy in one of those scooter-motor-shopping carts came up to me and said, "You're a really pretty girl."

I thought he was just trying to be nice. "Thank you," I said back, just to be polite.

"You're a really pretty girl," he said again. "I like your hat. What are you, Chinese?"

OF COURSE. Just because I'm Asian, it MUST mean that I'm Chinese.

"Vietnamese, actually," I told him.

"Oh, well, you're a really pretty girl," he repeated. And then he said something unintelligible. And RIGHT AFTER THAT, he said, "If you'll pardon the sexy language."

I laughed nervously. "Okay." And then I pushed my shopping cart away to go check out.

Wowz. I told my roommates about it later and my friend Raven said that old white guys liked to hit on Asian females because they have this fantasy that the girl will be submissive to them. Ahahahahaha. Yeah. Right. Just wait until you know me.

Raven also mentioned that the unintelligible thing I heard might have been his attempt at speaking Chinese...even AFTER I told him that I wasn't Chinese. I definitely know that it wasn't my language, but to try that anyway? I don't even know what to call it.

Anyway, here is what I've been cooking so far in my attempts to feed my roommates something edible:

Monday: Chicken Florentine
Tuesday: Sauteed Chicken (family recipe)
Wednesday: Oreo Cheesecake (for dessert, not for a meal)
Thursday: Haven't decided yet. I do know that I need to buy some more noodles so I can finish off the leftover spaghetti but I don't know what to cook tonight. Eh, I'll probably wing it.

Sleepy? Not.

You ever have one of those mornings where you wake up even though you still have time to sleep? Yeah, it's been happening to me a lot lately. Anyway, it meant that I couldn't enjoy my last half-hour of peaceful bliss/sleep because I kept thinking: "Did I oversleep? Is my alarm clock working? What if I don't wake up in time for class?"

What happened to me? I used to be the girl who would literally hit the snooze button at least three times in the morning and then drag myself out of bed with fifteen minutes to go to class. Now I'm just...different. Not in a bad way (I never miss class anymore), but I'm still dazed by the radical changes I'm going through.

So today was the big day, my day to shine. Well, it wasn't really a big deal. It was my first exam of the semester and I really wanted to do well so I could impress the guy I liked. That meant I spent most of the weekend studying and as always, most of what I study does not show up on the exam at all. I counted up my mistakes and I got at least six. That means that the highest grade I will get is an 88. GREAT...I study all weekend and this is what I get. Why doesn't the teacher just fail me already?

It was funny because I was talking to my friend John about that today and he replied in appropriate sarcastic tones: "OH...an 88 is just SO BAD. I can't believe I FAILED." Raven commented with her experiences that Asians are always acting like it's life or death with grades. She told us the story about how her former roommates (all Chinese) would cry and wail if they got A minuses.

John said that if he got an 88, he'd be: "That's great." That's easy for him to say. He doesn't have anyone he needs to impress. I can't impress my crush with a fricking 88.

On the bright side, I got to hear John's life story today. He came over to visit everyone and when I asked him about his life, he launched into his life story. I love listening to people's life stories. Sometimes, I wish I could write them down but I guess I would miss the spontaneity of it.

Lastly, Johnathon took me weight-lifting today and all I have to say is: my arms feel like they are made out of flimsy rubber. I didn't know I had atrophied this much. I used to be so much stronger.

Hopefully I'll do better soon,

jumira-wings

I can't stand it. I just can't stand it. ~Lucy from Peanuts

I can't stand it that if I take my car...I'm late for class.
If I take the bus...I'm STILL late for class. SO...I have three choices:

1) I can continue taking the bus. And being late for class.
2) I can drive my car and deal with the headache of finding parking.
3) I can shell out $37.50 for a carpool permit and get a parking space behind Sikes.

From what I've experienced, I think I will take the third option.

2 a.m.

So my brother called me at 2 a.m. today. This is how the conversation went:

"Hey, are you coming home today?"

"No..."

"Why not?"

(I'm confused)

"I'm coming home Sunday," I say, trying to compensate.

"Sunday?! Oh...okay. I'll poke an airhole for the stripper I got you."

Yeah. And then I went back to sleep. Or tried to, anyway. (You must admit, things like that don't happen every day).

I just want to fly

I just want to fly
Baby, put your arms around me
~Sugar Ray

Today is a new beginning. I think I'll eat healthier, work more, get enough sleep, and just generally be a happier person.

Wish me luck.