I am loving nearly every one of my classes. My new IHUM is taught by Sylvia Y. [what more could I want]? and she presents it with powerpoint so tha tI pretty much have the notes in front of me. And I'm actually INTERESTED in the subject, unlike last quarter's IHUM. Boo to Winter IHUM. So I shall be attending lecture more often. [And commie! We're reading a lot a LOT of marx!]. But a lot is spaced out over many days, which is a nice change from the 200 page per day killer I had before.

Also, chem 33 has a funny prof. and I'm taking a required class for my major which entails simply going to lecture [NICENESS]. Lastly, there's ME 101 which is uber fun!!! I'm looking through the book and it's fun stuff. It's about art perspective [funfunfun beside the fact I already learned it] and about creating projects out of foamboards. [funfun]

Okay now I go shopping, do homework, and get my ass to class. Peace out.

P.S. It is addicting to watch Alpha swim around in his tank. Alpha= my Betta Fish. Ahaha... a lame pun for a name. Poor fishy.

And lastly: Spring break status report: I played games all day and saw Eric and Ashley and took care of my brother.

WAAAAAAH I can't go home today!!! Bah. I heard Schutt was having a lan party, too. And fiz was back for a day! So ::sulk::. Blast this paper. Though to be honest I haven't really worked on it hard. ^_^;;

Okay back to writing my paper >:P

P.S. My roommate left me a nice note on my desk this morning. That was nice of her. :D

This picture from the manga has made my life worth living. I <3 Rock Lee!!!



Look at that sexy face and sexy haircut. The beautiful beast, rock lee yayayayay!

Bwaaaahahaha! My friend listed himself as "Genghis Khan" on the face book, some big fad at Stanford. I am much amused. I got myself listed around 3:00 am yesterday. Mostly I just caved into pressure and when it's 3:00 am you don't really feel like arguing anymore. Fell asleep at 6:00. And had a whole page done. Gah. But I think it's a rather well-written page, if that makes me feel any better. It's hard working in groups.

I have been trying to work on my paper for the last few hours, but I only have the intro paragraph. This sucks.

From Sinfest.

I want to listen to rap music and draw. And never sleep.

To save space, I have summed my entire entry into one word:

Whine.

My prof's cat really really looks like mine [except mine's a bit cuter ^_^]:

Feeling oh so goddamn sick. My throat aches, I feel queasy, my nose is running, and my stomach aches.

And I have a math final tomorrow. As well as an IHUM test on Wednesday and a Portfolio due on Friday.

Bah.


Haha something Eric and I both noticed on the job application for SULI [that Berkeley research thing]:

The question: "What cultural backgrounds or unique experiences will you bring to SULI?"
In other words: "Fill in the bubble for your race: White Asian Black Latino"

Bwahaha. Pretty slick.

I <3 Mr. Gruenberg and Professor Ford.

They rock for filling out my recommendation letters.

Yay them!

How come

It seems as though

No one else's parents will Bitch and Bitch and Bitch for a blasted thirty minutes straight

About their college children's grades?


I am fed up. What more. I tried so blasted hard for what bad grades I got.
Maybe I am stupid afterall.

I wanna transfer to an east coast college. Far away from it all.

Bwaaaaaahahahaha

I have my FTP thing working now.

Now I can post pictures online. Without stealing bandwidth from other sites. Whee ^_^.

The best thing to find when you go online at 2 am stressing out about your math homework:

You click the link for the MATLAB and Required Extra Problems and get


So cuuuuute! IT'S JUST LIKE MY OWN CAT!

I <3 cats. Even if Eric is frightfully allergic to them.

Where I imagine myself in a few years from now:

Grad school. And in an apartment. Living a good life. I have nice furniture that I picked out from somewhere nice, like the Container Store or Ikea. And it's not posh but it's cozy. With a fireplace and a TV. I also have a kitten or dog and a betta fish. Most likely, it'll smell apartment-y so I'll have a nice air freshener to try to battle the evil smell. And I'll have friends nextdoor and an office indoors. At night I'll make a lavish dinner complete with a baked cake and then settle down to read. I'll be working on a really complicated (but fun) thesis.

Yay.

Something is wrong with me. Maybe it's the weather. Cuz now I'm all SOPPY. Goddamn. Look at me: I nearly CRIED from this picture:
(compliments of Ashley's journal)

I mean. Wtf? Should that even elicit any emotions?! BAH!

I hate feeling this way... but I like it too, oddly enough. My heart's all... tingly...


Also: Amanda's latest entry is funny.

Query:

Art.

Or homework?

I choose the first ^_^.

It is Steve's Birthday, ladies and gents... well close to it. Probably will be by the time I finish this entry. So it's PRAISETIME! [yet again].

Here's what I thought of Steve when I first met him: weird quiet guy. With a big sniffing obsession. I remember him in physio sniffing stuff. I don't know why. But he enjoyed sniffing the weirdest things. I remember his comment about the fetal pig and how he kinda got hungry off smelling that (or was that Helen?). At any rate, if Helen said that, Steve agreed (or vise versa). So those two wonderful people started me off on the track of becoming a vegetarian.

Then I got to know Steve and his... sexual fixation. I say something, Steve takes it sexually. And so it remained. He is a sick and dirty minded bastard, but who doesn't love a pervert sometimes? Unless that perv falls for your family member and takes her out to Homecoming. Then you smack that evil bastard. Which I really should have done. At any rate, Steve and me always shared crushes and stuff... and Steve was the first(?) or second(?) one to know my crush on Eric during junior year. That's some tight bonding. (Maybe too tight cuz people thought I liked Steve before, including Eric. I am going to be totally honest and say I was never interested in Steve that way. His sniffing thing really creeps me out...) We also played tennis with each other a lot... and became good friends. And, hey, we share similar people-disliking. Which is just a testament to how far we bonded.

So in conclusion... Steve is one badass guy. Me and S-dawg (remember that nickname, Steffen?) are tight... and I guess I'm stuck being "tight" with him forever. Just cuz we still keep in touch online, and I can't really say that about many people. Right now, I stay in a lot of touch with just a few people.

So yeah.

Happy Birthday, Steve. Sorry I couldn't tell you that you were as essential to my life as pooping. But I would stop all bodily functions just to see your beautiful face again, Steffen. (Bwahahaha that's a good one, no? Just came up with it.)

News other than Steve's Birthday:
I have a 12 paged paper that I should finish, and also another 2 paged paper. I should finish that by tomorrow... but I know I won't. Damn.

I have lost my internet privileges since I refused to pay my bill, haha.

Therefore I'm not going to be online, unless I use the library computers, like I am doing now.

Okay bai-ness! Eventually... links will be updated.

Having an updating blitz because I haven't updated lately:

I've decided recently that I should be the voice of reform: I think Stanford and Berkeley should come up with more creative names for each other. I mean... "Stanfurd"? Good job, Berkeley. You spelled our name wrong. It hurts. As for us... "The Other School Across the Bay"?! Damn. That rolls off the tongue real well. Why not just say "Berkeley"? We're already acknowledging their existence. And it's not like it sounds insulting at all. I suppose I can see how not calling something by its name means it's too beneath us to name it... but really. It's not all that barbed.

So Red came up with a few good ideas to call Stanford. [Red=Commie. I've decided to call him "Red" from now on.] Like "StanTurd" or "Scamford." That's actually CREATIVE. And it means something besides just showing spelling incompetence.

As for good names for Berkeley... I'll come up with some later. Right now I'm too sick/tired. I ran out of class because I was too sick to sit there any longer. My stomach and head ache.

At the request of Jen:

pr0n.
Better yet... child pr0n. [::gasp:: But Sylvia, that's illegal. Yeah I know. I'm a lawbreaker.]

Now I have pr0n in my blog.

Okay I lied. I added a comments box but not too many links, to be exact... just one link. Bwahaha.

So. Everything on my other blog disappeared. As you might have seen.

But here's a new blog and I am finally un-lazy enough to get it up. Eventually. It will be spiffed up. However right now it's just going to be... Bare. Wonderfully bare. No comments, no links [well. Okay maybe links real soon], no pictures, no-thing.

So I've been hearing a lot of: "Sylvia! What's up? Long time no see. Everything cool?"

Yes. Everything is cool. Alright, no they're not. I'm busy as hell and pretty bitter about it, too. Though... I'm also lazy. And flaky. Haha enough of you guys know that part. Sylvia is always late, and sometimes doesn't show up at all. But about schoolwork. It's so hard when you have a laptop. There's games... and the internet. And people to talk to online. I know I've been a recluse socially lately... and my speech probably reflects that. The more I talk, the better I can pronounce things, even with this blasted tongue crib. Now my pronunciation of everything is awful... which makes me a bigger recluse. It's a vicious cycle.

Maybe sometime later I'll come out of my room. But lately I haven't felt much up to it.