My running, stuffed nose woke me up at the obscene hour of 9 AM, 5 hours after I fell asleep. I should've seen this coming when I started sneezing uncontrollably yesterday. (I may have overestimated the protective ability of the last two weeks of coughing, wheezing, sneezing, and general passing-out tiredness. Great.)
Leaving for Vietnam in exactly a week, with no set itinerary. It's going to be an interesting adventure.
Buying my round-trip ticket to Berlin sometimes in the next two days, as soon as I confirmed some last-minute visa details with the German Consulate. Hopefully all will turn out well.
I miss college and its mindlessly fast pace. I have too much time to deal with myself now that I'm home. No matter how good I am at entertaining myself, I eventually run out of things to read, watch, eat, cook, clean, play with, and obsess over, and my mind begins to wander. The lack of solutions meets the time to appreciate and mope over the problem; I explode.
Before I leave:
People to see: Catherine, Lucinda, Tiffany, Kat, Kathleen, Peter, Thien
Things to finish: booking plane tickets, 3 for Life ads, gift shopping
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
As sophomore year draws to an end...
I had planned a relaxing last day of sophomore year. Phi Sig, a couple of good-bye phone calls, a glass of wine here and there, and a LOT of lounging around with my great friends.
Failed.
Let's see.
I went through 7 straight hours of testing starting at 8:30 AM, after having fallen asleep at 11 PM the night before. And completely forgotten to study. Of course.
Emerging again at 3:30 PM from Kresge, I walked straight into the entire Phi Sig. Matt is an amazing RA for handing me a beer. On a empty stomach. I felt all of it approximately 10 minutes later. Right before Matt decided to go on and on and on about Dylan. And the boy who rejected me. With the worse of the above sitting right next to the both of us. "What about that boy who rejected you? Didn't you say you had to spend an entire awkward Saturday working with him at LIVERight or something?" Yea. I really should've told Matt the entire story. Names included. Giant mishmashes of coincidences have a way to kick your butt every time.
After 30 minutes of lounging on the grass, I crawled my way back to Phi Sig and into my car to drive home for sister's graduation. And zoomed my way straight into a clogged Highway 280. 40 extra minutes to the usual 25-minute drive later, I happened upon San Jose, tired and sleepy as hell. It's been two years since I last saw Independence. I can't decide if it all feels like yesterday, or centuries and centuries ago.
Dinner at C. Mui's with everybody afterward. How I've missed my momma's cooking :)
10 PM. Two of the longest, "what did I NOT do wrong" hours of my 19 years.
After another 30 minutes of freeway speeding from San Jose back to Stanford, I set out to drive Lilly to the airport. And proceeded to lock my car keys in my trunk AFTER locking her luggage inside the same trunk, 2 hours before her flight takes off. Many many phone calls to my parents, my insurance, and all my lock-picking friends later, the insurance man finally succeeded in breaking into my car, and off we raced to the airport.
It was past 11 PM, -30 minutes before Lilly's ideal arrival time at the airport. Of course, Murphy was not about to let us off easy: for the first time in my life, I took the wrong highway exit. We embarked upon yet another 10-minute detour (that we could not afford) before finally making it back onto the 101-North.
We got a 30-minute break from trouble before I almost crashed into a wall, right outside the exit into SFO. Well, a lane divider, to be more accurate. It appeared out of nowhere as I tried to change lanes into the exit. Poor Lilly was ready to kiss the carpet the moment she gets onto her plane safely. Haha.
I finally got out of my car--that metal box of trouble--at 12:30 AM, and decided I've had enough to try to go out that night. Lilly called, and we reminisced the hellish night as I trudged my way up Phi Sig's fire escape to my room. (The booming music detered me from crossing the kitchen to take the actual staircase. I figured I should spare Lilly and refrain from screaming into the phone over the music. I'm grateful enough that SHE hasn't screamed at me that night. >_< )
As soon as I opened the door, plopped down onto my bed and flipped open my laptop, the strangest AIM message popped up, asking me (in all caps) if I wanted to come watch a movie. I think I was so taken aback by it that I said yes before I had time to think it through. It's not that the boy who asked has a girlfriend or anything. Or that his girlfriend has probably gone home for the summer, and that's why he's desperate for company. OR that I had earlier in the year told him I like him, and that he has turned me down because of the same said girlfriend. No, not any of the above at all...
"Eagle Eye" was crazy, in a predictable yet scary and fantastic sort of way. Michelle Monaghan is 33, and should be making out with neither Shia Labeouf (now HOW do you pronounce that??) nor J. Xie. Furthermore, when a mysterious female voice tells you to "brake. Brake now." in a monotone, you should KNOW she's a computer, and that all it really takes to take her out is a metal stick stabbed at her central control. Lots of useful life lessons learned that night.
I had a lot of fun reminiscing my now-distant past of "rejection," and am happy he reminded me again of the reasons why I liked him to begin with. The funny thing is, I'm fairly sure we would not have worked out had we dated. And yet, because we've never dated, and things never had their chance to fail, he'll always have the advantage of good memories.
I got home again some time after 5:30 AM, and simply crashed. A very characteristic end to a beautiful sophomore year.
Failed.
Let's see.
I went through 7 straight hours of testing starting at 8:30 AM, after having fallen asleep at 11 PM the night before. And completely forgotten to study. Of course.
Emerging again at 3:30 PM from Kresge, I walked straight into the entire Phi Sig. Matt is an amazing RA for handing me a beer. On a empty stomach. I felt all of it approximately 10 minutes later. Right before Matt decided to go on and on and on about Dylan. And the boy who rejected me. With the worse of the above sitting right next to the both of us. "What about that boy who rejected you? Didn't you say you had to spend an entire awkward Saturday working with him at LIVERight or something?" Yea. I really should've told Matt the entire story. Names included. Giant mishmashes of coincidences have a way to kick your butt every time.
After 30 minutes of lounging on the grass, I crawled my way back to Phi Sig and into my car to drive home for sister's graduation. And zoomed my way straight into a clogged Highway 280. 40 extra minutes to the usual 25-minute drive later, I happened upon San Jose, tired and sleepy as hell. It's been two years since I last saw Independence. I can't decide if it all feels like yesterday, or centuries and centuries ago.
Dinner at C. Mui's with everybody afterward. How I've missed my momma's cooking :)
10 PM. Two of the longest, "what did I NOT do wrong" hours of my 19 years.
After another 30 minutes of freeway speeding from San Jose back to Stanford, I set out to drive Lilly to the airport. And proceeded to lock my car keys in my trunk AFTER locking her luggage inside the same trunk, 2 hours before her flight takes off. Many many phone calls to my parents, my insurance, and all my lock-picking friends later, the insurance man finally succeeded in breaking into my car, and off we raced to the airport.
It was past 11 PM, -30 minutes before Lilly's ideal arrival time at the airport. Of course, Murphy was not about to let us off easy: for the first time in my life, I took the wrong highway exit. We embarked upon yet another 10-minute detour (that we could not afford) before finally making it back onto the 101-North.
We got a 30-minute break from trouble before I almost crashed into a wall, right outside the exit into SFO. Well, a lane divider, to be more accurate. It appeared out of nowhere as I tried to change lanes into the exit. Poor Lilly was ready to kiss the carpet the moment she gets onto her plane safely. Haha.
I finally got out of my car--that metal box of trouble--at 12:30 AM, and decided I've had enough to try to go out that night. Lilly called, and we reminisced the hellish night as I trudged my way up Phi Sig's fire escape to my room. (The booming music detered me from crossing the kitchen to take the actual staircase. I figured I should spare Lilly and refrain from screaming into the phone over the music. I'm grateful enough that SHE hasn't screamed at me that night. >_< )
As soon as I opened the door, plopped down onto my bed and flipped open my laptop, the strangest AIM message popped up, asking me (in all caps) if I wanted to come watch a movie. I think I was so taken aback by it that I said yes before I had time to think it through. It's not that the boy who asked has a girlfriend or anything. Or that his girlfriend has probably gone home for the summer, and that's why he's desperate for company. OR that I had earlier in the year told him I like him, and that he has turned me down because of the same said girlfriend. No, not any of the above at all...
"Eagle Eye" was crazy, in a predictable yet scary and fantastic sort of way. Michelle Monaghan is 33, and should be making out with neither Shia Labeouf (now HOW do you pronounce that??) nor J. Xie. Furthermore, when a mysterious female voice tells you to "brake. Brake now." in a monotone, you should KNOW she's a computer, and that all it really takes to take her out is a metal stick stabbed at her central control. Lots of useful life lessons learned that night.
I had a lot of fun reminiscing my now-distant past of "rejection," and am happy he reminded me again of the reasons why I liked him to begin with. The funny thing is, I'm fairly sure we would not have worked out had we dated. And yet, because we've never dated, and things never had their chance to fail, he'll always have the advantage of good memories.
I got home again some time after 5:30 AM, and simply crashed. A very characteristic end to a beautiful sophomore year.
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