After almost a week of constant phonecalls, its finally over. I now have all my money back and those bastards who stole 2000 bucks from my bank account have a huge fraudulent claim slapped against them. I hope their horrifically bad credit haunts them until they burn in hell. Even though I never share or save my passwords, my account was not protected. I can never trust PayPal ever again, and I will be closing my account NOW. PayPal, you dissappoint me. :,\

We WON! We won our first co-ed intermural softball game tonite! Man, it was such an adrenaline rush, down 5 runs in the last inning with 2 outs, then coming back with 6 homeruns at the bottom of the inning. I'm so excited for this season. I don't even know why I never considered playing anything before, but for sure, I'm doing intermural sports at Berkeley. Most definitely.

Go Apple Kelloggs Pie! (yea that's our team)

I've been thinking a lot lately. Thinking about how much I don't know, how much I need to know, how much I want to know, and how much I don't want to know. It's strange. All my life I had this idea of how my life would be when I grow up and how the close people in my life would be as I grow with them. Now its all uncertain, but after a few days, I've gotten to a point where I'm okay with this uncertainty.

In the meantime, I'd like to turn this sense of limbo into something positive. So I've made a list of things I'd like to do, with no particular deadline and no particular order:

learn to swim really good, learn how to surf in Hawaii, learn to make sushi with my mom, skydive, invest/open in an awesome restaurant, design something that is sold in a store, write a book about something, kayak across the Bay, travel outside of the U.S. and Asia, learn how to shoot a gun, learn how to karate chop, bake a wedding-size cake, learn how to drive stick proficiently, reach a point in my life where I can stop making lists.

Spring just makes me jumble my days together, never sure whether I have class or work, or which class is next. I feel a bit senile. I keep telling people the wrong times when I'm available. I confuse myself a lot and I blame it on all that reality show "I Love New York" crap that I'm addicted to. I saw the season finale of Surreal Life: Fame Games, and I'm so glad Baywatch's Traci Bingham won instead of gross Ron Jeremy or the whiny, douchbag Vanilla Ice.

My guiltiest pleasure: shitty reality tv.