its hard to be regular.. and i'm not talking about constipation. though you could call not writing in a journal on a daily basis a form of constipation.

givers and takers weren't born that way... but made that way.

so i found out yesterday that since grad students can only graduate if they maintain a gpa of > 3.0, the profs give out higher grades in graduate level classes. for example, in an undergraduate course, the mean will usually earn you a c/c+. in a graduate course, the mean will earn you a b/b+. so now i don't feel as good about the c that i got last quarter. if a grad student gets an F, its almost impossible for them to boost their gpa up to a 3.0. this explains why i didn't get an F for the class when i surely deserved it.

whoo hooo.. there is a french exchange student in my cs class. it's also a she. rare.

marie says "beer=survival" those are words to live by for sure.

oh dread. school starts again tomorrow. i still have not done my taxes. i need a haircut. i think i'm going bald. happy thoughts.. happy thoughts... at least i don't have cancer.

wow.. i now know of two people who actually have read some of the crap here: stacy and marie. cool beans.

went to Crown City Brewery with hector. i had forgotten what good beer taste like. no offense to mexico, but coronas and pacficos pale in comparison to a guiness or a dark ale (literally and figuratively speaking). yum. beer. good.

damn my car still smells like vinegar. that crap better go away soon. it only smells bad when i open the trunk.

damn i hate being rushed. i have to get down to irvine by 8 am. there better not be any traffic at this time.

ok i'm a big baby. my mother packs my lunch for me. today she happened to pack me a salad with basalmic vinegar. since i drive like a mad-man my lunch tips over and unbeknownst to me, the vinegar spills out in the the floor of my trunk. fuck! the car stinks now. what the fuck, good intentions do not nullify the fact i'm annoyed that my mother is not a details person. close the lid tighter or put the whole thing in a leak proof baggie. perhaps i should just drive like an old man.

toilet seats... free parking... good beer... intelligent conversation...wasabi green peas...

ok i'm back. now i'm going to take a poop and take a nice long shower.

ok i'm off to mexico. i'll be back on sunday.

oh this is so funny... you'd have to program c/c++ to understand

ooooh kings game again tonight. was fun but the seats were no where as good as last time's. i'd still like to go again. perhaps when they play a better team.

have you ever been so frustrated that you just want to lie on your back and flail your arms and legs and then cry your brains out??

oh god i have this yucky icky feeling of dread. i have to give a presentation on something i know almost nothing about, even after reading the paper 5-6 times. i actually feel like i'm overwelmed with life at the moment. i need to manage my time better and/or cut out something from my life. decisions, decisions, decisions.

oh goodie. my friend marie has a tent i can borrow! i have a presentation tomorrow for class as well as a final the following week. i'm not a very happy camper. but i'm sure i will be next week when i actually go camping. hahahaha.

damn i need a friggin tent. anyone out there have one i can borrow?

i saw Sweet November last night with my friend Alice. thumbs up.

weddings are more fun after you've had a little to drink.

shit... i forgot that i have to take care of this traffic school thing. who has time for this crap?

at the moment this is what i'm coveting.

oh god, i just spent all this time at work futzing with this blogger thing. and now... i think it actually works. so am i doing this for your benefit or mine? i'm selfish. this is a learning experience for me. if it weren't i wouldn't do it. so neener neener neener.

i don't think i have anything profound to say at the moment.

so this is my first post.