Oui oui! C'est vendredi! Ce soir, je tres etudie. Tres tres tres... tres. oh I don't remember almost any French. You'd think that 3 years of it might help, mais non, je ne sais pas. My French looks very similar to my Vietnamese, especially since I haven't spoken Vietnamese in 2 years. Ehh... go off to college, some ppl form cliques with ppl of their same ethnicity, as for me? Well I just don't care. Most of my friends here are of other backgrounds, some even asked me if Vietnamese ppl have their own language. ha!

My mom and dad are coming up Sunday, that means they're bringing up Viet fast food and probably more frozen ribs. I miss $1 sandwiches and coconut and fish sauce on everything.

Everyone loves pictures! Alan diggin An's hot pants, Nelson flexing, Nelson and I, and An and I looking awesome. More pics added under "photos".

What a roller coaster ride of a weekend. 2 days snowboarding, one at Squaw, the other at Northstar, then a night chillin in Reno in between. Had a crazy nite with the girls and the sleezy city of Reno, while the boys split off to gamble.

Reno 911 depicts the city and its citizens pretty well. There were a lot of very outspokenly pervy men in public at night. After my friend Anh posed seductively on a fountain, a man walked up to her and told her to do it again. Then he asked if she were Japanese. She said no, then he (a very ugly fat old brown man) kept saying Konichiwa to all of us, while we were yelling "WE ARE NOT JAPANESE! We don't know the hell you are saying!" and he kept repeating the fact that he spoke Japanese and wanted us to meet his "very famous" friend. While we kept reinstating that we didn't know what he was saying and telling him to get away, we couldn't move cuz we were cornered by drunk ugly wingman and his ugly, middle-age, White "soap opera star" friend. I forgot how we got away from them, it might have involved yelling and shoving, but that was just one of the many pervy incidents that nite.

Oh yea, and a guy almost bumped into me while he ran out of a hotel, while getting chased and busted by a fat cop. The hotel manager ran out too, and sang the theme song to Cops during the whole scenario. It has been a very strange weekend.

So after a large string of bad/annoying incidents occuring all week, the first good thing happened today. Got my first "A" on a midterm this quarter! And I didn't even write a conclusion for my Asian American Studies in-class essay. Here I was, initially avoiding this class cuz I thought competing against a class full of Asian kids was a death sentence.

Truth is: A death sentence is competing against a bunch of pre-med students. Those kids would do anything for an A.

What an ass. Reconsidering spending an entire weekend in the snow with a guy whose supposedly "my man".

Happy Valentine's Day! So what did I do today, as part of half a couple?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was on campus 10 hours straight, ending with a wonderous 3 hour o-chem lab in the evening. Yippy! Nelson has lab 'til 11pm, 11:30 counting the bus wait/ride back home.

There's one more hour of this, and I'm listening to Usher and Lil Jon's YEAH song. No need to drown my lonliness in love songs. Most lonliness is from going to class everyday with no one to talk to. Yea, sometimes I think thats worse than having no one to hang out with at night. Nonetheless, I'd rather torture myself with awful booty music tonite, than another beautifully sappy love song.

Gawd, love songs are just too good to listen to right now. Damn you Alicia Keys and Boyz II Men. Btw, congrats to Cindy for her burfday, and Miss Keys for her Grammys.

The last time I was "shhhh-ed" was senior year of high school, in the workless Calculus class, by a classmate who couldn't tolerate laughter. That annoyed the hell out of me and my entire table.

I brought this up to reinstate the fact that: Shhh-ing is one of the most annoying actions in the world. What are we, 8 years old?

There are other reasons why I feel like I'm 8 years old now, but I won't get into them right now, or maby EVER. BAH! The word and concept of "liberal" means shit if you have to talk like you're walking on eggshells and can't ACTUALLY speak or ACT liberally.

Chuc Mung Nam Moi!



Don't mess with the Chinese. They might send their dancing military on yo ass. There won't be war if our military can dance around like dragons, too.

Here's my Blogger profile that I just made. I don't know how to get to it from this page.

Age: 19
Gender: female
Astrological Sign: Libra
Born in the Year of the: Ox
Location: cali

About Me

Everything I do has to do with science. Science is for losers. I like to think of myself as a cool loser. I'm a jack of all trades. Expert in eBay, saving money, spending wisely, history class, and nothing else -- not even science. I want to start an optometry/laser eye surgery business and rip the be-jeebus out of ppl, particuliarly rich ppl. Sometimes I wonder why I'm not an econ or poli sci major. I want that "Dr." in front of my name goddammit. Does that make me selfish?

Its been sunny all week, it doesn't even feel like winter! Oh how I love wearing sunglasses to class. Gives me a reason to not notice anything/anybody.

Ever notice how wearing sunglasses or headphones can suddenly excuse you from those ppl handing out flyers or asking for your time. I swear, its the solicitor's kryptonite.

Everytime I watch the news now, I keep noticing that the minority reporters are always on-location somewhere, preferably in danger. I blame my Asian American Studies professor for pointing this out, thereby turning all of us into scrutinizing lunatics.

There was a time when my mom once said "I always wanted you to be a news reporter, so I can see you on tv all the time looking pretty." I can't imagine sitting in front of a camera, heavy caked make-up, poofy hair, a power blazer and doing some mandatory semi-flirting with the aging weatherman. Though I wouldn't mind correspondent reporting, like John Stossell, or The Daily Show.

14 hours of sleep today. I missed last night's dinner and this morning's breakfast, but it was all worth it. The fact that I totally bombed my plant biology and organic chem midterms doesn't matter; it's all forgotten. Suddenly, I'm in the bourgeois mood -- pinstripe blouse, black trench coat, pumps, and big sunglasses.

Asian American studies watch out -- today is the day I infect a hundred souls with my god awful cold.