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I'm currently working on a HUM paper, which, according to tradition, also means that I am obligated to take a break in order to write a random journal entry. I just wanted to write about something that happened to me that seemed pretty sketchy...so for anyone else who encounters this same situation, just be wary!

( Shady internships at UCSD. WOOH! )

...BUT YEAH, BACK TO MY PAPER NOW.....I'll be back for the next essay I have to write, haha.

 So eosyn , my boyfriend Jason, and I just finished watching the Wonder Woman animated movie. It was pretty fucking epic. For some reason, I felt compelled to make this list after getting home afterward.

EXCLAMATIONS THAT GIVE AN EPIC MOVIE ITS EPICNESS:
10. "You'll never get away with this!"
9. "Well, well, well...if it isn't ______."
8. "You'll pay for this!!"
7. "I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
6. Witty quips introducing a necessary demonstration of strength/valor/cunning/etc, such as "'Badass'? I'll show you badass!"
5. "You'll never make it out of here alive!" 
4. "Over my dead body!!"
3. "FINISH THEM!"
2. "And I would have gotten away with it, too...if it weren't for you meddling kids!"

And my personal favorite....

1. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



....just thought I'd share that with you.

I finished reading In the Woods by Tana French today. It's one of those books that they always leave lying out on the front tables at Border's so you can pick it up every single time you go and be intrigued...until you see that it costs $14.00. Luckily, I came across a discounted version at a used book store, and now I can say that my life has been CHANGED COMPLETELY because of it.

Okay that's sort of dramatic, but really, it was a beautiful, beautiful book. I surfed around the net for some reviews after I finished it, and some common themes were that it is too long/wordy/predictable/etc. A plague on all of those people's houses! It was an amazing novel and will probably haunt me in my sleep until it's replaced with nightmares of midlife crisis or something instead. I found the complaints about its length/wordiness MERELY SILLY! I thought it was very lyrically written and that all of the dialogue was not only necessary, but extremely well-crafted. I could rave about how great it all was for days. As for the predictability...maybe I'm just dumb, but personally, I didn't see it coming. And I've been watching Law & Order: SVU and Criminal Minds all summer.

The ending somehow left me overwhelmingly depressed, yet wholly satisfied. I felt this overbearing need to cry, so I went and took a shower instead. I did not cry, but the shower was not entirely helpful either, lol. Man, that was such an awesome book. I love free time.

As per tradition from quarters past, I am now writing a LJ entry instead of writing more of my LAST HUM ESSAY EVERRRR!!!! Well okay it's actually not anywhere near my last Hum paper ever, since I skipped Hum 3 and 4 and just randomly decided to take Hum 5 with John Hoon Lee this quarter, but it's fun to pretend. My current paper is on The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot and Kafka's The Metamorphosis. I'm writing something geekily awesome about how the two works reflect the futility of seeking happiness in a tattered, post-war society of despair and all that.

I've come to realize lately that I should really stop kidding myself about science and just admit that my real interests lie in literature and language instead of, say, the mitochondrial matrix. I'm considering switching around my major and minor (Physiology/Neuroscience and Linguistics, respectively) so that maybe I can actually be academically stimulated AND get good grades AT THE SAME TIME! (Crazy, I know.) Not that I don't enjoy Neuroscience; I find it extremely fascinating, actually. The only problem is that the major is just like every other soul-suckingly boring Biology major with the exception of maybe 2 or 3 neuro-based courses, which is totally lame. Though I did hear that the required neuro lab involves lots of dissections, which is super fucking cool. Excuse my French.

Speaking of French (not really), I signed up for my classes next quarter, and I'm taking ITALIAN!!!!!!! I am SOOOO PSYCHED--I've been wanting to learn this language for ages, and I'm so so so so excited about it. Not only is it super hot and gorgeous sounding, but now I can read EPIC LITERATURE IN ITS ORIGINAL LANGUAGE (wow seriously, I'm a nerd). Among the first things I thought when I got into the course was: "THE INFERNO, ANYONE???" Seriously. I am so excited.

(Not that I'd be able to read Dante after a single quarter of Italian.)

Okay anyway, I have to head off to an interview right now. I'm trying to get an officer position on the Pre-med service club we have at school. Wish me luck! (As if anyone reads this.) Okie doke I'm off. Fare thee well!

I am currently reading Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov), since I don't have any work to do so far. It is really strange, but pretty enjoyable, though that probably makes me a bit of a pervert. Will maybe discuss with nobody in particular later.

Wow this is a really pointless entry.

I was going through my journal entries and came across Dec 10, 2007, the day I took my first college final. It's hard to believe it's almost been a whole year already and that around this time last year, I was still adjusting to life at a university....odd. It feels like I've been in college for ages.

Anyway, I took my first final of the year today. It was Chem6C, the last of my general chem courses, and it was actually somewhat okay. Hopefully those words don't seal my fate of failuredom. The only sucky thing is that bacteria decided to spontaneously generate inside my body in time for finals week, and I felt like crap throughout the exam. But luckily I took Sudafed, so I wasn't one of those really annoying sniffly kids who always makes you want to leap up and hurl ten boxes of tissues at them, begging them to please just BLOW THEIR NOSES so you don't have to hear them huffing up their neverending supply of mucus.

Um but yeah--Merry Almost Christmas? :D

Two more finals to go!

I just pulled my very first all nighter. IT FUCKING SUCKS. I don't understand those middle school kids who just stay up all night chatting away on the internet or whatever, thinking they don't have anything better to do with their sad, empty lives.

APPRECIATE YOUR SLEEP WHEN YOU CAN GET IT! Damned kids.

It occurs to me that I probably won't get into medical school with an average grade of 72.3% in a general chemistry lab course.

Time to come up with Plan B.


Plausible Alternatives to Medical School:

• Dentristry school
• Optometry school
• Death

Impractical (but far cooler sounding) Alternatives that May or May Not Land Me in a Cardboard Box in San Francisco:

• Art school
• Culinary school
• Go do random research on why orcas are suddenly feeding on otters instead of sea lions (LEGIT!)
• Become a hermit and hope somebody discovers a hidden and unknown talent I have through Youtube
• Travel the world with limited monetary resources, e.g. random coins that pitying passerby throw into my hat
• Magically transform into Dave Barry
• Magically transform into Bill Nye the Science Guy
• Find someone to magically transform into who is actually female
• Bum around with my mom until I can retire from my job as a bum

My future sounds so excellent. I'm glad I have such awesome academic opportunities in California.

I MADE THE UCSD TAIKO TEAM!!!!!!!!!!!

( The story of three youngsters on a journey... )

I'm so psyched. I can't wait for practice :) I'll keep you guys posted for sure!

So there were actually no aliens in the X-Files movie, which I was forced to see in order to oblige my friend on his "birthday" (his real birthday isn't for another three days). I was a little disappointed, but it probably would've been considerably dumber, had the plot included aliens. Aw man. There were some two-headed dogs, though. And the reasoning behind those was actually a lot more plausible than one would think.

Anyway, the main topic featured in this movie, in my opinion, was an UNNECESSARY AMOUNT OF ANGST between Scully and Mulder. I thought this was particularly stupid, and I wanted to punch Scully in the face. But maybe this is because I am not a long-time, die-hard fan of the X-Files. (OR MAYBE BECAUSE SHE WAS EXTREMELY IRRITATING.)

In general, it made me think back to my own life, which is sort of ironic--it was the kind of afterthought that you would expect to result from viewing a legitimate artistic film, rather than watching the disfigured cinematic offspring of a 90's sci-fi TV show. Basically, it just made me realize that I really appreciate the simplicity of my relationships. My friends and I bicker a lot, and our usual interactions consist of a lot of yelling and spazzing. But in the end, I know I can count on them to help me out and back me up when I need their support--which is more often than I would like to say.

Likewise, I'm incredibly grateful that my boyfriend--despite his ridiculous flaws, such as his inability to eat things more exotic than chicken--is exactly the way he is. He's laid-back and understanding enough to let me be the way I am, but he cares enough to let me know when I'm doing something wrong. We've never really fought, and I'm inclined to think it'll stay that way for a while. It's rare to meet someone as compromising and genuine as he is, and it's unbelievable how lucky I am to have him in my life.

Basically, after coming back home from Hama's party at 12:05 and feeling totally satisfied with my life, I can't help but feel so grateful to have such good people around me.

I am so corny right now. I should go to sleep.

So I just went back through my LJ and deleted/invisible-fied 99.99999% of my entries because the idiocy of my words was just too much to handle. My eyes probably started bleeding somewhere along the line.

Hopefully I will continue to sound more like I have functioning brain cells and less like I was saturated in a vat of Moron Juice as an infant.

Ummm lots of stuff has probably occurred in my life since my last entry, but I'm too tired to talk about them now, lol. Perhaps later. Which means probably never, since I always forget I have this thing.

Dear Facebook, can I have my soul back?

12:01 AM THE DARK KNIGHT: BEST. MOVIE. EVER.

It never ceases to amaze me just how much of a fucking psycho my roommate is.

After revisiting my random old-school music collection, I realized that I am completely smitten with Jesse McCartney and would sort of definitely have no problem bearing his children. Like, right now.





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Seriously.

OKAY IT'S SUPER OBNOXIOUS TO WRITE THIS ENTRY, BUT I JUST HAVE TO SAY THAT IT'S ONLY 5:08 AND I'M ALREADY DONE WITH 4 PAGES OUT OF A 4-5 PAGE PAPER. WOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! THIS IS UNHEARD OF. Okay I just felt like documenting this because it's probably the only time it will ever happen in the history of the world.

I need to do work in the library more often.

It occurs to me that I generally find myself on livejournal when I ought to instead be writing an essay. OH WELL.

This Fanime season, I discovered that I am even more displeased with my art that I had previously thought. This situation will be rectified when I realize that, having nothing to really do over the summer, I'll have plenty of time to sketch random shit all over the place. It'll be awesome.

I'm pretty excited for the summer, because 1) it DOES NOT INVOLVE MY DORM ROOM AT UCSD, and 2) I'm learning the Mother Tongue of Vietnamese, so I will no longer be a cultural disgrace. I'm actually really really really excited for Vietnamese. Even though it's not so attractive of a language, and Viet people kind of suck, it's still really frustrating that I used to be fluent, and I lost it so easily. It's also a little sad how I'm totally fluent in Spanish but like can't even speak a word of Vietnamese with even a semi-convincing accent. I'd like to be able to travel to Vietnam someday and stay there for a while, maybe after undergrad. Perhaps it's just that I grew up with it or something, but I think the language can sound pretty cool sometimes. But yes. In case you didn't notice the first thousand times I said it, I'm pretty excited.

Speaking of languages, I'm supposed to be writing my essay on Marie de France's lais right now, and I kind of wish I were well-versed enough in French to read the originals. French is pretty cool. Maybe I'll take some more over the summer sometime.

I decided randomly to minor in Linguistics, so I could kill my GPA with Physiology & Neuroscience and then maybe re-inflate my ego with things like Spanish Literature (which I will probably also fail at, so I don't really know what I'm thinking). I wish I'd stopped Spanish earlier and taken more French in high school, but whatevs. I'll brush up on it over the summer. And maybe find a way to teach myself some Italian :)

ANYWAY, BACK TO FRENCH POEMS.

Bisclavret.... <3 I want to draw them knights and werewolves and ripped-off noses :)

It seems a little trivial to post this after reading my last entry, but that's okay.

Anyway, I think I always fall into this trap of overestimation. I totally overestimate my ability to write under pressure. Actually, that's not really true; I almost got an A on my last paper, which I could have been really proud of, because HUM is impossible and my TA is actually a professor. So I guess I always actually do (somehow) manage to pull it off. But still, I never think about how much it SUCKS to be pressured to finish an essay until I'm back in that same spot again. For the thousandth time.

Yeah, work ethic!

Someone shot himself in the parking lot right outside of our dorm about an hour ago. Apparently someone got a cop and tried to stop him, but he killed himself right there.

About an hour ago, I was worrying about whether or not the possessive fragment "Aeneas and Dido's misery" is grammatically correct. And somewhere outside, at the same time, someone pulled the trigger on his head.

What the fuck.

There are some people.........who should just stop talking. Forever. And that includes typing out idiotic things on LJ.

Also, I wish excruciatingly frequent usage of "OTL" and "ORZ" merited execution without trial.





.....I'm a little bitter because I didn't get very much sleep last night =___=



CLASS                                   RANK ON THE SUCK SCALE (ok 1-->10 awful)
Chem 6B                                                         10000000000 (MAJOR SUCK)
Physics 1A                                                          3 (boring but manageable)
Physics 1A Lab                                                          5 (tedious suckage)
Revelle Humanities 2                                       4 (not as cool as last quarter)
Calculus 20C                         100000000000 (CAN'T DECIDE IF IT SUCKS MORE THAN CHEM)