My room is a mess. 3:44 AM and I don't really know what I'm doing awake. Part of me is kind of wanting to surf around for porn, as males tend to do during these late hours. But that just feels kind of hollow and stupid.
I should dust things around here. Everything is getting awfully dusty. If I only had a maid.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
For lack of a better title, I'm putting this here
Monday, August 07, 2006
Family, Friends, and Being Fucked Up
I hate the truth, especially when it doesn't shine a good light on me. And that's just natural, right? I always feel squeamish whenever someone (usually one of my older sisters) points on the inconsistencies and flaws in my logic/ethics/cooking recipes. Hence, my penchant for bullshitting or (poorly) acting far more nonchalant than I really am.
So this all stemmed from my snap judgment of my (future) roommate at Cal. He had contacted me through Facebook and just wanted to say hi. But the problem lay in what I had written under Residence. To be exact, I had put down that I was going to reside at "Foothill, but I want to transfer". And now this, my (future) roommate knew that I wanted out of Foothill. That isn't so bad, except for the fact that it made me feel like a huge asshole. Moreover, I looked over his stas (from Shanghai, Electrical Engineering and Computer Sciences major, self-referencing "Favorite quote", etc.) and made a pretty quick snap judgment about the fellow. The thought processes worked out something like this: Foothill + EECS + foreign-born + classical music = boring.
My sister was quick to note how fucking ridiculous that sounded.
I have to agree.
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