see, more blogger problems. i can't belive this whole page got deleted! :P good thing i checked back. anyways, go to livejournal, it's nicer.

I hate school. I hate accounting. I hate finals. I'm going to fail this semester. Well, not necessarily fail, but I'll be lucky to get Bs. I'm really screwed. And stressed. Yet I'm not studying. What did I do instead of studying, I hear you say? I made fucking chicken stock. I made my own chicken stock. Yes, that is seriously hard core cooking. And it is yummy broth. Why did I make broth? Because I am sick!!! Sick!! On the day that I should be studying, I became sick!!! And I'm still stressed. And today is Jaime's Birthday, and although I have not heard from her in ages, I decided to call her. Only to get a busy signal. Which drives me crazy. But I'm already crazy, because I'm sick! And I have a final on Monday and Wednesday, and if by some miracle of God I pass these classes with something in the B range, I will convert! Well, no, I won't. But still!!! Argh!!!!

I suck at studying. All my friends are gone for Mother's Day, which sucks for me, but it's good in that it's supposed to help me study. HA HA!! I've had two days that I could have used to study so far, and I haven't. I did buy tickets to see Barenaked Ladies though, so I'm incredibly excited. AND I've got a cell phone! Normally I would be all excited, 'cept I haven't had the time to look over the features yet, and I have no one to call really. Not yet anyways. I do get free long distance and free nights and weekends. And no roaming charges in California. The guy who sold the phone to me was an idiot though. But whatever. Ok, I really do have to start studying. Booooooooooooooooooo.

Whew. My room looks so barren. I'm packing away some of my things, and moving them to my new apartment tomorrow. It's the last day of school, so yay! I'm going to try to get a cell phone too. My parents are coming up on the 18th to help me move, but I figure if I move some stuff now, then it'll save my parents a lot of hassle later. I feel really bad for them, b/c they are moving my bed for me, and my mattress holder thing is really heavy. I mean really really heavy. And there are stairs on the way to my apartment, two icky flights. Why not hire movers? b/c the rates they charge are higher than the cost of my bed and desk, which is basically the things that I need to move in terms of furniture. I'm not letting movers touch my other stuff. Well, that's all I've got to say. It's incredibly hot, and my brain can't function. Oh, and I got the 2 cd limited edition best of U2 for $10.99 at Tower. Yes, I already have that album, but I never got the version with B sides. I didn't know it existed till it wasn't available. I have it now though, yay!!

You know, I've still got Billy Elliot on the brain, in part b/c American in Paris is on t.v. I think one of the best things about the movie was that Jaime Bell wasn't the best dancer in the world. I mean, it was impressive, and I certainly couldn't do it, but it was nice seeing that he wasn't a miracle prodigy either. I haven't seen my parents this entire semester. I know that's typical, but that's the first time it's happen to me. I usually see them every three months, or even more frequently than that. I just realized that. And it's not like I particularly need to go to Arcadia, but I am really looking forward to it. Anything but school at this point. It's almost over. I just have to keep remembering that. Speaking of parents, I hate Mother's Day. It's an incredibly stupid holiday. No card or gift really conveys what a mother does, and I know it's a day to recognize how lovely a mom is, but finding a gift is more pain that it's worth. I'm just going to take her out to dinner; I'll be home soon enough after Mother's Day. Happy Cinco de Mayo. I've actually heard someone ask my high school spanish teacher when cinco de mayo is. Oh, and I found out that carnitas are 70% FAT. There goes my favorite burrito filling. Carnitas is this pork dish, and apparently the meat is cooked twice, and lots of fat is stuffed into it. I always knew it was a little too good. I learned today how to roast a chicken perfectly, so that the breasts don't get super dry while the dark meat finishes cooking. The reason there is white and dark meat is that they are made of different types of proteins, and one protein uses carbohydrates as fuel, while the other uses fat. Obviously, I have done NOTHING today, and sat around learning useless facts from the t.v. However, I did watch all of 3 minutes of a Dallas/San Antonio basketball game. And, on the San Antonio team, there was a player that was the second N.B.A. player ever to come from Mexico, and there was an Asian guy on the team. A really tall Asian boy. Shocking. Actually, that stereotype that Asians, particularly the boys, are short is ridiculous. Case in point: I'm the shortest person in my family, in terms of the "kids." All my cousins are taller than me. Well, that's not exactly true. I have three cousins that aren't even 10 yet, so they aren't quite my height. But from what I understand, they are getting there. I want to go back to Japan again. If that means I have to go to Taiwan, then so be it. Maybe I'll hop onto the Love Boat. Ha!

Burnout and Boredom have sunk in. I have barely begun both my papers, and while in truth they aren't that difficult, I can't seem to get anything done. I believe I just ate for 2 hours. First I had a sandwich. Half an hour later, I decided to have dinner. I made pasta with basil, tomatoes, olive oil, and garlic. Oh, and some salt. Incredibly simple, but frankly, pasta doesn't get much better. Yum. At least I have some groceries and clean clothing. That took forever too, because the washer I used kept fucking up, and I would have to open and shut the damn lid over and over again. Yup. And now I'm thinking of taking a hot bath. That's how I will reward myself once I finish my stupid accounting paper. I'M SO BORED!!! I WANNA GO HOME! :(

Billy Elliot is a great movie. There are many times where it's incredibly formulaic (i.e. Billy has that tough but loving teacher, a father that is struggling to make ends meet, etc.) but the charm of it totally makes up for it. AND there is a fairly decent clip of Fred singing in Top Hat, and any movie that includes Fred in a positive way is good in my book. It is sooooo wonderful watching a Fred movie (clip) on the big screen. Much better than any dinky t.v. monitor. I got up fairly late this morning, laid in bed for another good hour or so, and now I'm off to go buy groceries. No, I have not started on either one of my papers yet, and I'm actually planning on doing laundry when I get back. Yes, I am being bad. No, I don't particularly care.

Yes, I am alive, and I'm blogging! Wha ha ha! My roomates and Anna have gone out to Davis to get drunk and stoned over the weekend, so I'm all to myself. Thank goodness too, because I have two projects due on Monday. One I thought I would totally get screwed on, because it's for my accounting class, and I'm not sure I'm going to pass it. Yikes. On top of that, it's a group project, and during office hours with my prof., I realized that one of my group members did his part completely wrong. I just had the joy of e-mailing him that info, and telling him how all of it is wrong, and why. I feel like complete shit, because he is the coolest guy (no, I have no crush on him, his name is Bubba for goodness sake) and I know he won't take it personally, but I also know that he worked hard on his part, did it earlier than the rest of us, and is now going to have to re-do it. Unless he wants to leave it wrong, which will just piss me off. Sigh. And I had to do it via e-mail too, because I don't have his phone number, and that's harsh. I guess I had to tell him though, b/c he has the weekend to work on it, and he doesn't want his grade to be bad either. And it's only a 2 page paper on his part. The other paper is going to be interesting, because I'm looking at how the inaccurate translation of Eat Drink Man Woman affects the reviews of the movie. In particular, I'm looking at how the obviously Western translation lends itself to stereotypes about Asian patriarchal relationships, and on top of that I'm looking to see how the themes that reviewers might choose to draw on relate to western views of foreign films. Whew. Sounds all fine and dandy, but I have yet to watch the movie again, and I have yet to write it. I do have reviews though! Critics can't write. I had a final yesterday, and I did one problem out of four completely wrong. I mean, I don't even see how there will be room for partial credit. Great. At least the class is over with, even though we still have school. The last day of class is on Tuesday, which is weird, and then I have a final on the following Monday and Wednesday. I hope that I don't bomb, as this semester has been truly dull, and it would suck that I would end it on such a negative note. I finally have my GPA in a position I can live with, and if it doesn't stay that way, I am very much screwed. I'm so positive, huh? I guess I'm just stressed, and seriously missing my friends. I'm not particularly fond of _______anymore, because I think she is inconsiderate, and while I have done things that aren't stellar either, I just think that there are somethings that she has done that have made me unhappy, and I'm seeing less and less value in the relationship. On the other hand, I think we are both in a rut, and I'm just generally unhappy as a whole, and it is easy to blame one's problems on another. So I'm sure things will get better. And if you are reading this, then I'm not talking about you, because I didn't give the url to anyone that I'm unhappy with. :) I'm just paranoid, because I don't really know who reads this thing, although judging by the counter it's Fiona, and it will forever be Fiona. Hi Fi! Did I ever let you know that the reason I voted for serialstories.net is because I don't know what the other url means and that I would never remember it if you had changed it? I've meant to say that. Looking back at what I said about ______, I realized that could apply to a lot of my friends. How depressing. Maybe I've just been an evil bitch, and my friends are bitching back. Then again, I've been in my new apartment for the past week, and I've been coming home late at night and not talking to anyone, so it couldn't be just me, b/c I haven't been around to do anything! And no, I haven't moved yet, although I'm looking forward to it. The apartment itself isn't that great, but the people are, and so is the location. I'm sure ppl can understand the joy of living a few blocks either way from your two favorite Japanese restaurants. Woohoo! I'm getting happier, so yay! And I'm still getting complements about my new haircut, and it's been three weeks! Best of all, I just have to wash it, and that's it. I don't have to blow dry, nor do I have to style it in anyway. Sweet. Anyways, I hope this long blog makes up for the lack of blogs this week. I'm off to go see Billy Elliot.

Humans have had pimples practically since the beginning of time, yet there is no fix for the damn things. Why???? Who cares about cloning, when scientists can't get rid of simple pimples! :P

I'm not saying the media is being nice to him, or that Bob Kerrey has complete control over the situation. But I do feel that by holding a press conference and admitting it it on his own, he has a much larger say over what information gets out there. That's understandable, but at the same time, he didn't hold that press conference to say sorry. And the one thing that bothers me in the end, the thing that only really truly bugs me, is that once again war crimes in Vietnam are going to be viewed as understandable and justifiable, b/c Vietnam was a desperate war, and deseprate things were done by both sides. Vietnamese people are still stigmatized because of this war, and while the country is willing to forgive the people like Bob Kerrey that came back and "did something with their lives," they still don't care for the thousands of homeless Vietnam veterans that are still traumatized from what they did and saw. I'm not saying I understand this war, especially since I wasn't even alive when it happened, and I know that it's not fair or accurate to point at Bob Kerrey and say he is a bad man, but nothing is going to come out of this media frenzy. Absolutely nothing, 'cept a footnote on any article written about Bob Kerrey. I apologize about my NYU mistake, I shall have to find the Reuters people and correct them . And I know my previous blog was unfairly inflammatory, obviously I was pissed at the time. On to happier things: nothing. I am not happy. Finals are a huge pain in the ass, and for people to expect that we can move the tons of shit we accumulate over the course of 9 months after our brains are totally drained from a semester's worth of information are just plain evil. Evil I say. Oh, and I hate George W. Bush, and there are now 100 fewer days he can be in the role of president. Yay!

A few thoughts on Bob Kerrey: the man only admitted what he did because he was chicken shit, and afraid of a god-damned news story. And he's only been privately sorry/regretting/whatever for what he did. That doesn't bring the lives of the ppl he killed back. It's all been a fuckin' PR stunt. He gets to have a nice press conference where he gets media attention, and then gets to select what fucking interviews he wants to do. And in a few weeks, if even that, he gets to go back to his nice, cushy job as president of NYU, spending the poor students money to kick out a Krispy Kreme and put in a stupid cafe instead. He refutes any version of his story that has been told by the poor people from the village in which he killed those women and children. What incentive do those ppl have to lie? Oh yeah, maybe because he killed their wives and mothers and sisters and children, and they want to "punish" him by not making his story sound like "oops, i did a boo-boo for which i got a nice award, and now i'm sorry after many many years." This guy isn't even going to get an investigation, because his fellow troop members are also fucking politicians, and they won't say anything that will hurt their fat asses. I want this guy to really be sorry for what he did to the Vietnamese people. Yeah, maybe hundreds of other did what he did, but how does that justify anything? I want him to show these people that what he did was wrong, instead of standing in some nice conference room saying that he regrets what he did. That doesn't fucking help any of those people. And I want NYU to get on his ass, because they have a fucking murderer for a president, not a fucking war hero. Ugh, damn bastard. The whole charade totally disgusts me.

I was reading a random message board, and someone has puppy_dogs_and_flowers as their screen name. Eeeech! Either that person is a perv or from Hicksville. I actually got to go through Hicksville once. There wasn't much to say about it. :) I had to wake up at 7:30 to go turn in my homework. I guess I should actually go to class instead of just going to turn in my homework, but I really think that I lose a few brain cells whenever my GSI talks. I have one class today, and debating about whether or not I want to go. Well, I know I don't want to go, but I'm debating whether I not I'm going to go. The only reason I would go would be to eat lunch, then go to class, but I can't think of where I want to eat lunch. And yet, I think I do have to eat out, since I do not have much food in the refridgerator. 'Cept dill. I have TONS of dill, as I bought some for the fish I ate last night (very yummy) and I wanted to flavor it w/ an herb. And dill is supposed to go great with fish, (it does) but it only comes in big ass bunches. I also put some in my mashed potatoes, (also a good idea) and I feel all dilled out. Although a dill mayo chicken sandwich sounds good. If only I had mayo and chicken. Maybe I'll just go chew on some dill. I hope dill isn't some slang of some obscene word, b/c then this blog would probably sounds sick.