I spent 2 of my last hours at home with my dad, watching an infommercial on a 70's rock & disco music collection until midnight. I've never seen my dad in so much glee - singing along to folksy music about green grass and rivers, love like a milkdew, and other rhythms that I never heard of.

He remembers songs by the time and place in his life he first heard it. "Garfunkel - 1972, house party across the square from my high school in Saigon." "Bee Gees - 1975, walking out of a movie house on Geary and Canning St. San Francisco, grabbing a cafe latte before going to an international party at USF. If you're a great dancer then you can keep up with the Egyptians and Persians."

I noticed my parents' most memorable moments come from their teenage and college years, whether in this country or not. Afterwards, the stories are about struggles and other less colorful situations. Well here I am, irritated and stressed at all the stuff I have to do. I should be grateful for having a hectic, young life.

HOME HOME HOME!!!

It's Thanksgiving weekend and I'm finally eating good food. I can't wait to see people, go window shopping, and just relax (a bit). It just feels so good to be out of Davis and away from all my obligations right now. Pledging is a pain in the ass; I can't wait 'til its over - only 9 days left!

By the way, I'm selling a hundred See's Candy bars for a fundraiser, 3 flavors: Milk Chocolate w/Toffee, Dark Chocolate w/Almonds, and Milk Chocolate for $1 each bar. Dark Chocolate w/Almonds is growing on me. I've been buying my own candy as snacks in class and the library. If anybody wants to buy, HOLLA at me!

Oh yea, I gave in and added that "comment" link. Now you can spam me.

Update on my hectic life:

I have Strep Throat and feel like dying. I lost my voice for the past 3 days and my pledge brothers have to read my lips for instruction. Midcourts was intense and now I have 4 hours of sleep, one meal a day, barely any time to study, and a shitload of events to throw.

Its Spoils week and I can't wait to get my Big Bro (or Sis). Presents everyday always make me happy. Currently dating a guy for the past month. If I said who he is, I will automatically be expelled from this program. Good, bad, whatever. Only 2 1/2 more weeks of this.

My head is mush. I want to be spoiled with time.

Flag Football by the bell tower in Berkeley against the Berkeley chapter's pledge class and actives.

We took chances, ran for it, and played honorably by the rules. Our girls and guys were crazy. All the girls tackled and sacked 6 feet tall guys one after another against a team that literally depended solely on 3 males using unsportsmanship tactics. Meanwhile their females stood sessilely for hours on end. We had 20 times more attempts, tackles, runs, hype and energy. And yet we lost over and over because the other team would announce wins without actually winning.

I don't feel like a sore loser cuz I honestly can't admire that work ethic. I feel cheated and frustrated. Why?

My Pledge Mama: "You guys are freakin cheaters!"
Tall, male Berkeley active: "Hey, you know if we didn't cheat than we'd never win against you guys."

Bastards. Have they no integrity?