<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362</id><updated>2011-07-26T09:57:39.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When in doubt, eat a meat bun</title><subtitle type='html'>My bitch page</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3894711</id><published>2001-06-01T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-01T21:35:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3894711?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3894711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3894711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3894711' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3609044</id><published>2001-05-12T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-12T21:14:34.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3609044?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3609044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3609044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3609044' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3595657</id><published>2001-05-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-11T16:06:10.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3595657?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3595657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3595657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3595657' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3546056</id><published>2001-05-08T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-08T00:55:38.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3546056?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3546056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3546056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3546056' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3514272</id><published>2001-05-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-05T21:22:23.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3514272?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3514272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3514272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3514272' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3514126</id><published>2001-05-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-05T21:07:09.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3514126?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3514126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3514126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3514126' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3509225</id><published>2001-05-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-05T12:35:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3509225?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3509225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3509225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3509225' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3499689</id><published>2001-05-04T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-04T16:48:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3499689?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3499689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3499689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3499689' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3439450</id><published>2001-04-30T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T16:31:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3439450?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3439450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3439450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3439450' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3438354</id><published>2001-04-30T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T15:14:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3438354?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3438354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3438354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3438354' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3435408</id><published>2001-04-30T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T11:49:09.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3435408?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3435408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3435408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3435408' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3435141</id><published>2001-04-30T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T11:29:52.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3435141?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3435141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3435141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3435141' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3428823</id><published>2001-04-29T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-29T23:58:24.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of writing my paper, I spent a goodly amount of time watching That's Entertainment! 2 on PBS. There is a goodly chance that I shan't be doing well this semester. I'm so ready to leave. Maybe I will graduate early, and go out into the real world. Ha! PBS is an evil channel. I was deathly tired on Friday night, but I stayed up watching Egg, the arts show, b/c it was just so damn cool. It turns out that my roomate's mom's coworker's son (whew!) is the guy that did the short billy's balloon. I always knew he did the short, Rejected, but I never knew he did Billy's Balloon. I LOVE Billy's Balloon. If I could, I would hug this cartoon to death. It is kick ass funny. Good night. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3428823?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3428823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3428823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3428823' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3373818</id><published>2001-04-25T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-25T22:04:46.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>West Wing was so unbelievably good tonight. Words cannot begin to describe the amount of joy I derive from that show. I cannot even write properly, and I want to watch the episode again. I think that the offer addiction counseling at the health center. I am getting a pimple at this very moment. I hope it has nothing to do with West Wing, as that would severely upset me. Hee hee. Anyways, as usual I have tons of work that I have yet to even consider doing. So I must be off. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3373818?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3373818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3373818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3373818' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3348248</id><published>2001-04-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-24T10:31:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT THE INTERNSHIP AT CLOROX!!!!!! WOOHOO!!! I'M NOT SCREWED FOR THE SUMMER! Ok, I need to breathe. I think they called the wrong person, but at least for a little bit I can believe they wanted me. One of 5 interns, out of 80 people who applied. Woohoo! So sweet! And I don't have to go back to icky Arcadia for the summer! Y'all just have to come up and visit me! We have half day fridays, so come up for a three day weekend! Well, I'm going back for like 2 weeks, but I think I'm going to end up missing Jaime. &lt;br /&gt;:( She shall just have to come to me, wah ha ha. Hee hee. Ok, totally late for class! But who cares!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3348248?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3348248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3348248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3348248' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3332969</id><published>2001-04-23T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-23T11:26:02.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must blog quicky, as I am late to everything. :) Got a really really cute haircut, which I am VERY happy with. My hair is all gone, but the little that is left looks GOOD. I look fuckable. Ok, that's just taking it waaaaaaaaaaaay to far, but I like my haircut. :) It's a layered bob, if that means anything to anyone, but I don't care if it was called dog chew toy. It's cute. I look cute. I am happy. Oh, and AE has this BEAUTIFUl burgundy tank top, which also makes ppl look busty, and slim, b/c it's tighter on the top than it is on the middle. Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3332969?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3332969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3332969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3332969' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3317715</id><published>2001-04-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-22T10:35:02.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three more hours till I get my hair cut. EEP! I'm nervous, but in the end, all I really want is to have shorter hair, as it is annoying to try to dry my hair naturally. It takes a really long time. I ended up having a very lovely day yesterday, as I did my laundry, bought groceries, (food, hurrah!) and took a nice loooong bath. I'm done with book one of Lord of the Rings, but I'm still on the same novel, as each novel contains several books. I have no clue why they are considered books though, as book one had no conclusion whatsoever. Either way, I am happy. I decided I can treat myself to a haircut, as my grandmother is in California, and even though she's not coming up to see me, (hurrah!) she is giving me $100 for Chinese New Years. Yay! Haircut money! Why do I feel like I should the way Bridget Jones would if she was in jr. high or something? Whatever. I'm not a huge fan of Vertical Horizon, but Best I Ever Had is a GREAT song. Even to ppl who like Robbie. Anyways, I'm off to do homework, so I can have a free day. FREE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3317715?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3317715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3317715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3317715' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3306488</id><published>2001-04-21T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-21T12:09:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And all the laundry machines are full! Grrr. I need to go take a shower. I have no clean socks. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3306488?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3306488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3306488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3306488' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3306425</id><published>2001-04-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-21T12:02:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! And I had raspberry lemonade, which is yummy. And the guy upstairs never gets laid, so maybe I shouldn't be annoyed that he's getting laid now. Whatever. :P Beyond Gross. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3306425?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3306425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3306425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3306425' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3306390</id><published>2001-04-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-21T12:00:03.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The interview yesterday went badly. I still have hope, but it is fading. The man did not like me at all. I think he feels I was insincere, or just bleh, or something. And didn't get any of my jokes, and I just didn't click w/ him. This happened after listening to 5 minutes (I was waiting to go into the interview) of "He's the nicest guy, this interview is a technicality, you will be great." Gee, how nice. Sigh, and now I have to wait for a phone call telling me I was rejected. How fun. I did get to go to Olive Garden yesterday, and have the tour of Italy. That meal is evil. I ate ALL OF IT. And soup! And breadsticks! I'm such a pig. And you would think I wouldn't be hungry b/c I pigged out last night, but I am! Sigh. I am determined to do my accounting homework today. Because I have two whole problems. At Olive Garden, (getting back to food and all, hee hee) I met this guy named Jason. He is friends w/ Diana, only he's a bit obsessive. He calls like CRAZY. I mean, he called at 8:30 a.m. yesterday! And just says inappropriate things and such. I found that in real life, he's like a more toned down version of himself. And for some reason, Diana thinks we are going to hook up. Maybe because I really liked his friends Joe and Suzanna. They like Dave Matthews Band and Iron Chef! Woo! Now, tell me how it can possibly get better than that. Well, it could get better if they came in a petite stalker chick, She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. That amuses me. Yup. Speaking of being a pig, on Thursday night I went to eat at Barney's Burger. Anyone who comes to visit me must eat at Barney's as it is literally 4 doors down. And very yummy. I had a guacamole burger, (which comes w/ sour cream) onion rings, a strawberry shake, and curly fries. And I had a quiz the next day, which I didn't really study for, and subsequently failed. How pleasant. Ok, totally weird feeling - I heard a girl's voice call my name, but neither one of my roomies are here, and the phone didn't ring, so it can't be the answering machine. Creepy. Oh, and on Thursday I went to Berkeley Bowl. If you think Pavillions is nice, that farmer's markets have the best produce in the world, &lt;i&gt;you must go to Berkeley Bowl.&lt;/i&gt; It is a foodie's dream (why do ppl not know what foodie means?) and it has TONS of stuff. Weird and normal things galore. Oh, I am getting hungee. Damn, the guy upstairs is being obscene again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3306390?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3306390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3306390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3306390' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3292962</id><published>2001-04-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-20T11:33:21.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! And my evil landlady is showing my apartment today, so of course ppl are going to steal my stuff, and they are going to trounce around with their wet shoes and umbrellas. GRRRRR. I'm hiding everything man. It'll look like I have absolutely nothing. I wish I could stay to watch people, but I can't, as I am going to be at my awful interview. :P &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3292962?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3292962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3292962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3292962' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3292941</id><published>2001-04-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-20T11:31:44.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just took a quiz that I don't think I did too stellar on. I'm going to have to brush up on my finance, which I took last &lt;i&gt;summer&lt;/i&gt; so of course I have no clue what the topic is about. And apparently, I sold the textbook, although I have no recollection of doing so. I'm also going to have to do a lot of research in just one hour, as I have an interview today. Argh, I better not break out. That was really bad. However, the first interview went rather well, so I shouldn't have too much to worry about. And I've thought of one good question to ask them. On top of that, I'm going to have a negative balance in my checking account soon. And Dave Matthews Band just released more tickets to their SF concert, which means that some decent seats are actually available. But it costs $50, and I have no money. Great. Everything sucks. I'm also grumpy b/c it is raining heavily, and I dislike the wet and cold. Which is why I would not be doing so great in New York. I do hope I get to see Hel Mel this weekend. It would be a shame if I couldn't. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3292941?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3292941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3292941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3292941' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3277326</id><published>2001-04-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-19T11:58:17.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Who knows how long you will live? Who knows how you will die?"  - What kind of commercial does this??? Evil. I hate all these health care commercials that try to scare you into buying their crap. In other news, Jane is late for class, as usual. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3277326?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3277326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3277326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3277326' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3276898</id><published>2001-04-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-19T11:26:32.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>btw, the george foreman grill makes great grilled cheese sandwiches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3276898?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3276898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3276898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3276898' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3276866</id><published>2001-04-19T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-19T11:23:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about, but I thought I'd do it anyways. :) Interesting story of the day: In the Alps, cows die from natural causes (duh) but they also die from falling off the cliffs. If they do, the farmers have to hire helicopter to recover the bodies. However, it costs them thousands of dollars, so many just choose to take dynamite, and blow up the dead cows. Well, now that has been made illegal. Huraah! Or rather, moooo! I did get the work I wanted to do yesterday done. So that's good. Yup. I just have more to do today as well. Whatever. Off to make a grilled cheese sandwich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3276866?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3276866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3276866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3276866' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3266215</id><published>2001-04-18T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-18T18:01:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm also a blueberry, sweet and natural. Online tests are weird. I've got to get back to work. Bad Jane, bad! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3266215?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3266215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3266215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3266215' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3264496</id><published>2001-04-18T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-18T15:51:02.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I got paranoid. But I like funky monkey anyways, so it works out. I hope. Anyways, I've got lots of work to do. So I'll ttyl to y'all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3264496?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3264496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3264496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3264496' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3261703</id><published>2001-04-18T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-18T12:31:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, Paranoia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3261703?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3261703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3261703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3261703' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3261301</id><published>2001-04-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-18T12:02:17.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In another life, I might have been Elizabeth Bennet or Wesley from Princess Bride. Is it any surprise that anything I do reflects the amoung of effort I put into it? I have done very little work today, and the little elves in my head are poking me with their blunt sticks. *poke, poke, poke* It is very tiring indeed to try to balance the fact that I want to go to sleep with the fact that if I don't get my ass in order, I will be very screwed. More screwed than Mariah Carey has ever been, and there's been quite a bit of screwing going on there. And yet, I blog. However, when I'm not busy at all, and don't have pressing matters, I do not blog. Eeeevvviiiiiiillllllllllllll............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3261301?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3261301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3261301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3261301' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3253774</id><published>2001-04-17T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-17T22:53:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Towards then end of the school year, I always look back and realize how much of a waste it has been. I do not like living with Alice, and my grades are as icky as ever. My parents still drive me up a wall, and I currently am not speaking to my mother. My grandmother is coming on Thursday (well, to So Cal) and I am not looking forward to talking to her over the phone. Damn Asian politeness. I mean, neither one of us gives a shit about the other. I have work I'm supposed to do, but instead I watched an ep of the West Wing I taped last week. Twice. (Once by myself, and the other time when my roomie Diana wanted to watch it.) My apartment is being shown on Friday by my loathesome landlady, so randome people are going to be going into my room for 3 hours, while I'm out in Oakland stuggling to make a decent impression in these ridiculous interviews for internships. And so, I have to clean my room, which I shall do once I finish blogging. I miss Fiona, as all the friends I have here combined do not equal the Fiona Fun Factor. (I've always like alliteration.) And I've missed all these opportunities to talk to her. So another thing to be grumpy about. I did get to take a 2 hour bath, which wasn't as great as I thought it would be, but I did get to finish the Hobbit. Enjoyed it very much in fact. I think my problem is that the things that have bothered me when I started this year are the same things that bother me now. Everything is so static. In fact, I think there are still some things that are bothering me from when I got to Cal. Things are changing slowly, and by the time anything worthwhile has happened, I'll have graduated. Sigh. I just hope the rest of my life isn't this big funk of general disatisfaction. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3253774?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3253774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3253774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3253774' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3238402</id><published>2001-04-17T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-17T01:13:29.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had all this stuff that was due on Friday. I actually managed to pull it off. I then went and had dinner with my friend Anna, and ended up staying the weekend at her place. It was fun. I ended up getting no work done. I'm absolutely dead tired, but I figured I'd blog rather than face the rath of Fiona. I missed a call from her today, so that's the only bad thing that happened today. My mom made m really upset yesterday, which I'm not going to share here, but after all the talking and thinking I've done this weekend, I'm physically and emotionally drained. On top of that, I had to go and find a suit, as I have an interview on Friday. I ended up skipping the one class I have today, which I don't really have problems with, as I'm taking it Pass/Not Pass, and I'm getting an A so far. I had so much work last week, and then doing all these random things this weekend has really put me out. I haven't slept in my own bed for 3 nights now, and even before then I didn't really sleep full nights, as I stayed up and woke early in order to get work done. One thing I have done is bought the Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Hobbit. It was only $12 too, as I had a lovely gift certificate. I love gift certificates. And sales. The Hobbit is really good. I'm only about a third of the way through, and I'm shocked that I never read these books when I thought I had. I'm also thrilled that Fiona likes her George Foreman grill. It turns out that I forgot to clean my grill before I left this weekend, so I thought it was going to be hard to clean, and really gross. But it all just came right off. Nice. Anyways, I'm going to bed. I'm just too tired to go into cats, and food, and my hatred of suits. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3238402?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3238402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3238402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3238402' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3164004</id><published>2001-04-11T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-11T16:03:41.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently in Janet Jackson's new album, the liner notes include a msg that reads something like, "Puffy, I miss you. You will always be in my heart." And the man writing on the album was unable to find out if it refered to Puff Daddy or her dog. That amuses me. I have so much shit due on Friday. I have a dumb quiz, a research paper, and a midterm. Booooo. I'm going to go work on it now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3164004?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3164004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3164004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3164004' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3148688</id><published>2001-04-10T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T16:56:41.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished interviewing with a company about an internship in their finance/accounting department. It was a phone interview, thank god, b/c now I've broken out into hives and rashes b/c I was so nervous/stressed. However, I got offered to come in for an in house interview right away, so that's a good sign. Gosh, I'm really itchy. I just got stressed b/c I haven't finished taking accounting yet, and I barely remembered any finance. And also because interviews and internship searches SUCK. kiss my ass :P Anyways, just wanted to share that with the world. Hope it helps improve your life in some little way. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3148688?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3148688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3148688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3148688' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3119846</id><published>2001-04-08T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-08T18:18:06.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fyi, the george foreman grill is on sale at amazon for $20 again. yup. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3119846?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3119846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3119846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3119846' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3119481</id><published>2001-04-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-08T17:44:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did all the work I set out to do today, and I bought groceries, and it's only 5:30!! Woo!! Yay!!! Etc. Nothing random happened today, *so far, crosses fingers* and I'm all happy today doesn't suck, unlike yesterday. &lt;a href="http://www.moon-river.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt; did a lovely job of cheering me up yesterday, telling me the craziest story I have yet to hear about the crazy &lt;a href="http://lifeaskew.com/misc/camp/campers.shtml"&gt;camp lifeaskew&lt;/a&gt; people. I still think her plan to pass as a Japanese tourist was wrong though, although it was, um, creative? I wanna hear angry little asian girl's reaction to that. In other news, in addition to being productive and buying groceries, I also got the India Arie cd, and a glow in the dark devil duckie. :) The India Arie cd is awesome, although my favorite song is still Video. I paid a little more than I would have liked to, but it certainly wasn't the cost of a Bebel Gilberto cd or anything like that. My glow in the dark devil duckie and my devil duckie look cute together. A really hot couple, chortle chortle. Sorry, when I'm cheery, I get cheesy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3119481?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3119481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3119481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3119481' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3109416</id><published>2001-04-07T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-07T20:08:18.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing what a nice, hot shower can do. And it's a fish called wanda. oops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3109416?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3109416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3109416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3109416' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3109126</id><published>2001-04-07T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-07T20:06:07.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been one of those days where all these little things add up to make it a bad day. First, it started with someone calling at freaking 8a.m. on a Saturday, and called &lt;i&gt;13 times,&lt;/i&gt; each time without leaving a message. Why not just go and pick up the phone, you say? Well, here's the kicker: I DID!!! And obviously, I sounded annoyed b/c a) it's freakin' early! and b) they called so many fucking times!! And you know what, they would just hang up on me! So I just gave up after 2 fuckin' times. And it turns out it was this idiot named Manolo who keeps calling Diana whenever he's bored b/c he thinks Diana has nothing better to do than talk to him, and my roomate from freshman year, Mary, who was hoping to wake up Diana so that they could go swimming. Grrr. So I got up, fuddled around a bit, and went back to bed. And got up at fuckin' 2:30, when I had wanted to wake up at 11, so I could go do homework. Ate, lunch, returned some vids, and went on campus to study at the library. Which a bunch of homeless people had set a camp outside, and were banging on plastic tubs. I, being the strongwilled person I am known to be *cough, cough*, decided that I could sit them out, and study w/o letting them get to me, especially since I had my discman with me. I listened to Under the Pink 3 times, and it took me an hour to read one fuckin' chapter. Decided to buy myself dinner, and rent A Fish Named Wanda. Found out that I have $100.17 in my bank account. YAY!!! And waited and waited for the bus. Which came right when I left the bus stop (Seriously, it popped out of thin air) and drove right by me. GRRR. And walked home in the freezing wind, which for some reason, is making me smell like seaweed. Unable to shower, as the bathroom is occupied by a roomie. To whom I shouted, "Hey, I rented A Fish Named Wanda!" at the top of my lungs. And released afterwards that other roomie is sleeping. Got an offer for an internship...that I have no qualifications for, as I am not a Public Policy major, nor a graduate student. Had a msg on the answering machine from a good friend. When called said friend, found out was calling during a middle of a fight she was having with her parents. Very bad timing. Very bad. Sigh. Someone is laughing at me. I hope a Fish Named Wanda doesn't suck. The one decent thing I found out today: They make glow in the dark Devil Duckies. Now how cute is that? Of course, I don't have the money to spend on foolish things. And I haven't even started my homework. Tomorrow has to be a fucking brilliant day, or I'm chucking my burnt bun boy at my tarepanda. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3109126?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3109126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3109126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3109126' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3100489</id><published>2001-04-06T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T22:41:42.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was over at sonicnet, giving listen to the Femme Fatales station. It was going well; they were playing PJ Harvey, and a few other decent women. Then Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" came on. I am now listening to spinner's alt. rock grrrls station. Much better. My only prob with spinner is that you can't skip songs, but since the music is decent, I'm not complaining. I have done zero work all week long. The only "assignments" I've done are watching Eat Drink Man Woman and Joy Luck Club, as well as thinking about how much work I have to do. I think thinking about upcoming assignments count as part of doing work. Yeah. Anyways, I've never realized how frumpy Ming Wen (She doesn't go by Ming-Na Wen anymore.) looks in Joy Luck Club. And that Russell Wong is in that movie. I don't really see how they think he's such a hottie. Of course, he plays an evil bastard, so I might be slightly influenced by that. I watched it with my roomates, and it was interesting, b/c Alice became the authority on Asian culture, and Diana actually commented that she knew a lot more about Asian culture than one might think. Go her. Anything to shut Alice up. I just feel like she emits all this negative energy, which makes me all negative, and I come out looking like a big grump. Like how Eriol seems all  innocent, and Li-kun gets all harumphy around him. And everyone knows that Eriol-kun is &lt;i&gt;very evil&lt;/i&gt; (well, except Sakura) and that Li-kun is just a cute ol' teddy bear. Hee hee. Sigh, I watch way too much Sakura. Then again, I could just as well explain my life with the Simpsons. It's like how Krusty the Clown was arrested for robbing the Kwik-E-Mart, when it was really Sideshow Bob as Krusty the Klown. (Klown or Clown?) Speaking of clowns, this organization of clowns over in England are thinking of getting custard-pie insurance, in case they ever throw a pie into an unwilling participant, and get sued. Mr. Darcy would never do that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3100489?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3100489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3100489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3100489' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3087347</id><published>2001-04-06T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T00:14:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>B.J. was v.g. (Bridget Jones was very good) I want to be Bridge. Well, no I don't, not at all, but I LOVED the movie. Sigh. I am very much in love with Colin Firth now. It's all about the men that play Mr. Darcy. And Mr. Darcy himself of course. I would go on raving and such, but I'm afraid ppl will go in w/ high expectations, and be disappointed. I wouldn't want ppl to be disappointed with this movie. And Robbie Williams does not sound like himself AT ALL, which should please and shock a certain someone, although that person will have to sit through the whole movie in order to hear Robbie trying to be Frank. I just got off the phone with my mother, who has found out about a large sum of money I asked my father to give me, (and not tell my mom about it) and the convo changed into a "don't let your life turn out the way mine did, and go get your masters!" I can't seem to get it through her head that I haven't the grades nor taken the necessary courses. And I have a random British accent going through my head. And yes, Renee Zwellenger's accent sounded decent. More realistic that Hugh Grant's American accent, which I heard the other night on Letterman. Like Hugh says, it comes out, "incredibly low and incredibly slow." Actually, it sounded a bit like Jimmy, so I got all giggly. I'm really happy I saw this movie. And it eases the pain of having to talk to my mother. I know she misses me, but seriously, it's a lot easier to have her nag me over the phone rather than her nag me in person. And I don't have to fly down to So Cal in order to go through it. Sigh, I do relate to Bridget. Only I'm not thirty-two. Or British. Though I do wish I was the later. But British food. Bleh!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3087347?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3087347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3087347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3087347' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3077594</id><published>2001-04-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-05T10:16:23.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, everyone is developing crushes and getting all happy that it's spring. I'm as depressed and grumpy as ever. I'm listening to Tori Amos, and all of DMB songs that involve sadness of some sort. :P I finished cleaning my room though....now I have no piles of stuff from N.Y., they are all tucked away...SIGH...My burnt bun boy is giving me great joy though...I totally sympathize w/ him. I'm going to go see a free sneak screening of Bridge Jones, so hopefully that will be good. Hugh Grant and Mr. Darcy. Ah, I love them Brits. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3077594?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3077594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3077594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3077594' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3057073</id><published>2001-04-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-03T23:20:39.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going through serious withdrawl. I want to be back in N.Y. I'm trying to get over it, but it's not working. My friends here combined aren't as cool as Fiona, even when she's grumpy and harumphy. Sigh. :*( I have more cleaning to do. Off to hard labor....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3057073?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3057073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3057073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3057073' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-3042694</id><published>2001-04-03T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-03T00:42:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dramamine works a little too well. H and M is an evil store. And life would not be complete without Card Captor Sakura. That certainly is not a summation of my spring break, but it certainly is a few of the highlights. I thoroughly enjoyed being poked by Fiona, booing at Cossette whenever she came onstage, and watching Li-kun doing mad blushing while Tomoyo-chan put evil thoughts in his head. I ate a Krispy Kreme at the Guggenheim of all places, took a pic of my devil duckie looking fiendish at the Met, and ate yummy food. It's all about the Shabu-Shabu at JuJu's on Lex. Actually, it might be on 28th. Whatever, it's right around the corner from Curry in a Hurry. Which makes good Naahn. I saw falling snow for the first time in my life, and it's actually warmer when it snows than when it is windy. I got a tarepanda umbrella, as well as a very cute stuffed burnt bun boy. I haven't unpacked, 'cept for my things from H&amp;M, and my laundry, which I managed to wake up early to do yesterday. And I resisted buying things at Sephora, though I did enjoy plastering things on Fi's face, and listening to her pronounce it Sef-for-ah, instead of Se-for-ah. I've downloaded all the studio songs that DMB was supposed to release, instead of their sell-out album, Everyday. And the songs they were supposed to release are much better. Sigh. :( I have a mad amount of postcards, including those from an exhibit called wink, which is at Grand Central of all places. It's very adorable though. Reminded me of inflatable furniture, which reminds me of the air pump that we used to inflate randome inflatable things, and which I left somewhere in Fi's living room. Her roomies can have fun with it, heh heh. I am incredibly tired, and I am thinking that school is very evil right now, and that I shall fail this semester. Except I got my Asian American Women midterm back, and I managed to get an A-, despite the fact that I had no clue what the questions were asking, and I had only a vague recollection of the readings. I've already watched the CCS tape Fi gave me once, and I've started watching it again. Now I know how she felt when she got the HP book. *Mad giggling* Video by India Arie is a great song, although it's not as good as Beef Jerky by Cibo Matto, which is about a policeman fucking a donkey. I would end here, but it just doesn't feel right to end with beastiality. Although after watching Tape 15, some kero-chan and suppi action doesn't seem too farfetched. And by saying stuff like that, I'm getting the feeling that only Fiona would understand this blog. Hi Fi! I hope you are enjoying you Glaze, and #77! Woo, what a hottie! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-3042694?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3042694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/3042694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#3042694' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2873520</id><published>2001-03-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T09:09:07.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It so hot! I mean, it's like 60 degrees outside, but it feels like an oven in my room. I guess it's really well insulated, b/c I don't have the heater on. And I won't open my window while I'm sleeping b/c someone can just break into my room, and I also don't want to catch a cold. That's probably the more likely scenario, esp. since my bed is right under my window. Great. The alarm clock is going off in my roomates' room, but I know neither one are in. Oh well. Whatever. I was supposed to get 9 hours of sleep last night, as I went to bed at 12, and didn't have to wake up till 9. But I have been up since 4. Harumph. And my class is in 1/2 an hour, and I'm still in my PJs. I'm whinning a lot. At least I'm going to New York. :) Woo! Gosh, the lengths I will go to so that I may watch CCS. j/k. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2873520?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2873520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2873520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2873520' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2848611</id><published>2001-03-19T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-19T15:26:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shrunk my favorite dress, and I am overjoyed. It's always been a tad too long, and the only way I could wear them was w/ boots, or the dress would drag onto the floor. Now, I know boots are in and all, but the boots I'm talking about are like hiking boots. And they are really cute, and they are super comfortable, but they don't really go w/ a grey cotton dress. The weather is sooooo nice right now. It's in the 80s, and there is a cool breeze every once in a while. A really perfect day. Yesterday was a great day too. And I'm eating a big hunk o' meat tonight. I never buy good meats; I usually just go w/ the cheapest chicken I can find. But I was at Safeway, and it looked yummy, and so I bought it. Actually, I usually do not eat red meat, and I don't particularly love it, but I just got the weirdest craving for it. Yup. I have yet to listen to my new Dave Matthews Band cd, and I've had it for over a week now. I'm shocked, b/c I really love them , but I guess I didn't have time to devote my full attention to them w/ all my midterms last week and all. I finally broke down and downloaded winamp and mp3s onto this laptop. It has like no space, so I'm deleting programs like crazy. This laptop came with the most random things, like the Rand McNally Road Planner. I don't even have a car. It feels like such a lazy day. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2848611?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2848611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2848611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2848611' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2822487</id><published>2001-03-17T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-17T15:07:51.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got housing for next year!!! Woohoo! It's the smallest room I've ever seen in my entire life, but at the same time, it's cheaper, and it's in my favorite part of Berkeley. And it's a lot closer to my friend Anna too. And it's basically right in the heart of the non-ghetto part of Berkeley. And it's safe, more quiet, and most importantly, about two blocks away from my favorite Japanese restaurant. And I'm starting too many sentences with and. Not that I am a grammar freak. So Alice came back really late last night and basically woke up the entire apartment by slamming things and throwing things around and turning on the lights and just being an overall bitch. She's taking her fight w/ Diana way more seriously than anyone else is. And her boyfriend's dad just died, and she's not exactly being supportive of him. It's really really sad. She's a freak, and I'm glad I found my own place in a location that I love. And Diana has found a job for next year, even though it'll probably be in San Jose. :( I'm going shopping tomorrow. So that I can buy lots of things before I go to New York, where I'm going to buy even more crap. Hee hee. Happy St. Patty's day! *pinch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2822487?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2822487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2822487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2822487' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2815799</id><published>2001-03-17T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-17T00:58:25.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done with midterms! The last one was also a pain, but I'm done! Well, till my third round, b/c some of my classes have 3 midterms. Yay. My roomates are having a really nasty fight, to the point where one thinks the other is going to beat her up. It's really worrisome, b/c those two were closer to one another than they were to me. Obviously, I blame it on Alice, b/c lately she has been exceptionally cruel, rude, evil, etc. I really think some of the things that she has been saying to Di are verbally abusive, and I think that Di is just realizing that now, and trying to stand up for herself. But it's not working, and Alice is getting nastier. I shouldn't get involved though, especially since it's really between the two of them, but I also really want Alice to know that I don't condone her behavior. It's beyond hostile, and downright demonic. On a lighter note, waiting for guffman is a rather "different" movie. it's by the same ppl who did best in show, but i think best in show was a lot better. although this one was rather funny, in an embarassing way. (i.e. the characters did embarassing things, so you laughed) yup. i'm feeling really drained. *turns into a hot dog*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2815799?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2815799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2815799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2815799' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2791794</id><published>2001-03-15T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-15T10:21:10.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J.K. Rowling on book 5 - "Well, it will be a papery object with pages inside." I love teasers, don't you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2791794?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2791794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2791794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2791794' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2785634</id><published>2001-03-14T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-14T22:15:21.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the midterm today was a bitch as well. It feels so good to know that all the time, money and energy I am spending to go to school is going to crap. At least today's episode of the West Wing was good. Well, I can't imagine me saying that an ep of the WW sucked. I have one more midterm, and then I am done. Thank God. 'Cept I have yet to do any of the required reading that this midterm is based on. And it's half of my reader. But the articles are interesting, so hopefully it will all work out. I still haven't really talked to Anna about New York. I really doubt she wants to go w/ me; turns out she broke up w/ her boyfriend. Ouch. I'm haven't started getting excited about going to New York yet. I guess it's partially b/c I really hate flying, and it doesn't seem like anything will be definite till I get there. I am excited about seeing Fi. I don't know why, but I miss being able to just IM her random things. I guess it's b/c I'm stalking her, and when I'm deprived of my abilities to go after her, I go crazy. I probably shouldn't blog this, as it could seriously hinder my ability to go stay w/ her while I'm in NY. Oops. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2785634?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2785634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2785634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2785634' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2771650</id><published>2001-03-14T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-14T00:54:46.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One midterm down, two more to go. Sigh. The first one was a real bitch too. Grrr. I'm all tired from it, but I have a midterm tomorrow, so no breaks for me. And now Anna wants to go to NY w/ Lan and me, b/c she is having a fight w/ her boyfriend. WTF??? There's no way in hell that I'm going w/ her, b/c we will end up doing things that she wants to do. Prob is, she's a really good friend of mine, and frankly, there isn't much I wanna do in NY. 'Cept watch CCS tapes. ;) I think she's taking advantage of me though. Of course, I also know it's going to be a lot of fun if I went w/ her, which is why I was going to hang out w/ her when she was supposed to visit NY w/ her b/f. But I'm not going to ask Fiona to accomodate Anna. That's just wrong. And it's weird for Lan too. And I'll feel like I have to treat everyone equally, b/c I'm really good friends w/ Anna, I've just met Lan, and Fi's my best friend. Bleh. I hope she and her boyfriend work things out. And that whole worlds colliding thing is bad. I mean, I don't know that much about Lan, so it'll be like Fiona and me getting to know her, whereas Anna is like, well, it'll just be weird. Anyways, since my mp3s are gone (*sigh*) I've discovered internet radio. I really like sonicnet, b/c there aren't a lot of commercials, you can skip songs, and you can rate artists, so after you tell them to never even think about playing a celine dion cd, they won't. b/c I have other shit to worry about besides that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2771650?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2771650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2771650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2771650' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2734944</id><published>2001-03-11T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-11T16:58:44.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear comp had died. I shall see it no longer. I have no clue why it died, but it was a cruel and harsh death. All I had done was move it from one side of my desk to the other. Now, no programs will start, my cd-rom will not open, and it takes forever to boot up.And I have three midterms this week, so I'm a little stressed. And Fiona is gone, so no one can share the pain w/ me the way she does. On a brighter note, the dude that I know who can fix comps rather well (doesn't every college student know one of these ppl? scary,huh?) that is going to come back next weekend to try to save some files from my old comp, managed to get the internet connection on my laptop to work. Woohoo! I have never used the little thing before, but now, I find it rather nice. It does heat up rather quickly though, which is nice for cold winter nights when I'm typing away at papers. j/k. Anyways, I'm off to study. And to call my ma ma who (whom?) I yelled at when I was just too stressed out and she called. oops. bad jane! bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2734944?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2734944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2734944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2734944' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2691391</id><published>2001-03-08T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-08T10:35:49.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Farewell, farewell, godspeed Fioooooooooonaaaaaaaaaa...ok, that totally does not work. So I made the mistake of telling my friend Anna that I might get to see Cibo Matto, and Le Tigre, forgetting that she was the one who introduced me to Cibo Matto, and searched a good half an hour for a certain Le Tigre cd last time we were at a music store. Oops. Now she wants me to ask Fi if she has other friends that would be willing to get Anna and her boyfriend into the show. Which frankly I am not going to do. B/c Fi has  better stuff to do. And it's not fair that Anna is trying to use me to use my best friend so that she can see a show. And who knows if Anna is really going to be in NY when she says she will? And who knows if Fi can even get tickets for me? And knowing Anna's pattern of flakiness, I doubt she's going to be there. And I'm still mad at Anna for thinking that I'm willing to drop everything so I can got out w/ her, which I did yesterday b/c we went to Target, and now I'm mad at myself for having done that b/c I missed West Wing but it turned out to be a re-run, but still, and I feel bad b/c I basically used Anna to go to Target, but she offered, and I enjoy her company, and I would have gone out w/ her even if it was just to go to her place or something but I hate how you can never make set plans w/ her b/c she always changes her mind at the last minute and you end up having to beg her to come when frankly you have better things to do than be on the phone trying to get a hold of Anna, like actually leaving to go to the place you want to go. I'm getting all worked up into a tizzy. 'Cept I'm listening to Getz and Gilberto, so life is better. Sigh. I really should break this pattern. It makes my roomates mad that Anna wants to do stuff w/ me, and not w/ them, though frankly that's not a huge concern of mine. And I just realized I'm late for class. Not that it matters, b/c it's a dumb and boring class. But it's in 20 min. and I'm still in my PJs. Oops. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2691391?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2691391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2691391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2691391' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2677048</id><published>2001-03-07T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-07T12:24:32.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's good to know that when I am bored, at least there is blogger. This week has been hell, and it's only going to get worse. How fun. I'm only halfway through the day, and all I want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep. Of course, the second I do try to get some sleep, I will get insomnia. I got my George Foreman grill. It works really well, which scares me. I actually bought something that had an infomercial. At least I'm not buying that hair you spray out of a can. At least, not yet. *Plop* (can't pick self up from ground.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2677048?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2677048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2677048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2677048' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2636397</id><published>2001-03-04T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-04T22:20:09.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with my accounting homework!!!!! Yay!!!!! Took all fucking day. Why? Because when I thought I was finished, the damn prof added more problems!!! Since yesterday! Bleh! That, and the fact that for some reason, I went on Napster to get this oldie, and 2 hours and 48 songs later, I was off. Oops. OH, and hello friends of Fiona. Heh, back when I knew her, she was still *(&amp;#$ (I know she'd kill me if I revealed her secret identity, and her harem of gay boys. Oops. I guess I will be shot now.) I just told my friend that Kraft cheese is owned by Philip Morris, and not Kraft, and she's asking me who he is. And she's the business major who makes a big deal about how much she loves the Wall Street Journal. On kraft.com, you can tell them what ingredients you have, and they'll give you a recipe. Of course, they include kraft products. You can get the same thing from the food section of women.com or something like that. Not that I cook that much. Ha ha, one of Diana's friends thought that Alice was so smart. And even Alice doesn't think that's true. :P Random thing of the day: a potato has half the vitamin C of a Valencia orange. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2636397?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2636397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2636397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2636397' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2620050</id><published>2001-03-03T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-03T17:23:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are pissing me off. booooo. well, i guess i should say that if you are reading this, then you aren't someone i'm pissed at. so no worries. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2620050?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2620050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2620050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2620050' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2611654</id><published>2001-03-02T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-02T23:21:40.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone else think it's really lame that Lisa Liang hasn't talked to ppl all year, and suddenly sends an e-mail -  a chain letter e-mail?? Oh Please. :P Best in Show is a really funny movie. I totally cracked up, b/c those sorts of jokes are the ones that are right up my alley, b/c they aren't lame adam sandler jokes, nor are they totally elaborate or anything. I saw a lot of my friends there, and I also saw my roomate Alice. And when I went over to say hi, she was all, "i waved and you made eye contact, and you ignored me." whatever. and after the movie, she and her b/f bolted out, so I couldn't say bye or anything. Gee, I wonder who's doing the avoiding ppl bit. Not that I mind that she didn't want to talk to me. The feeling was quite mutual. I mean, I don't dislike her, I just don't have any particular feelings about her or her life. She's just someone I live with. Well, I like her a bit more than that. Anyways, go see best in show. yup. even if you don't like dogs all that much. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2611654?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2611654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2611654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2611654' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2608977</id><published>2001-03-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-02T18:53:00.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend is the Napa Valley Mustard Festival. Woo. I just took a nap, and I'm still tired. How disappointing. Yawn. The quiz didn't suck too much, which is nice. I haven't done any work at all though. grrr. I'm such a bum. Why??? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2608977?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2608977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2608977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2608977' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2601494</id><published>2001-03-02T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-02T08:21:28.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiffany is coming to our school. Do you guys remember her? The "I think we are alone now" chick that used to play in malls? She's giving a free concert on Monday. It's so weird. I have a quiz in an hour or so, and I can't keep my eyes open. Great. I hate accounting. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2601494?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2601494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2601494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2601494' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2596955</id><published>2001-03-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-01T22:24:51.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels oh so good to talk to your very best friend. ~ Winnie the Pooh. J/K. I don't know, it just seemed like a Pooh thing to say. I got a stuffed beanie baby-ish lobster today from the internship fair. It was the highlight of the whole event. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2596955?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2596955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2596955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2596955' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2582789</id><published>2001-03-01T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-01T00:14:59.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone care what the maximum substainable population looks like on an optimal population diagram? I didn't think so. So I found out that I suck at playing Uno against shrewed women - ok, third grade girls. *looks sheepish* Hey, those reverse and skip cards are confusing! And all those colors! I decided to name my Devil Duckie Mr. Burns, b/c frankly, how more evil can you get? I could take him on though. I'd distract smithers w/ oh, I dunno, some other old rich thing like Scrooge McDuck, and then I'd poke Mr. Burns to death. I would have so much fun! *poke poke* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2582789?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2582789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2582789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2582789' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2566271</id><published>2001-02-27T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-27T23:18:39.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally finished my FAFSA. It took two fuckin' hours!!!!!!!!!!! It's b/c the damn server kept fucking up, and it kept deleting all my info!!! And I had finshed it completely, but when I went to submit it, it crashed my browser. And when I logged back in, it took me back to step 4 out of 11 steps, even though I had saved up to step 10!!!! Grrr, this is what happens when you elect an idiot for a president. I'm so hooked on the West Wing, so it's really depressing to watch George "DUH-buyah" Bush do his thing. I got another Chet Baker cd today. Woo! And amazon still hasn't gotten back to me, the damn bastards. Boo them! I got a call about an internship though, so woo! Anyways, off to pretend that I'm going to do work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2566271?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2566271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2566271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2566271' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2550636</id><published>2001-02-26T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-26T23:46:08.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone searched for sam waterston, and got my page. i am so honoured. woo! sam waterston, sigh. i need to go home, so i can get my law and order fix from a&amp;e. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2550636?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2550636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2550636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2550636' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2547166</id><published>2001-02-26T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-26T19:03:31.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The paper was ok. And done 2 hours before it was due. I'm all pissy b/c amazon really fucked up my order. I fig'd I didn't want to have to shell out money to buy this cd, and I used a gift certificate to pay for it. Everything was all fine and dandy, up until the day that it was shipped, which was today. All of a sudden, all records of me using that gift certificate were gone. Fuckers. I am so not paying full price for some random cd that i could just run down to tower and get, and shipping &amp; handling too. And apparently, FAFSAs are due on Friday. Damn financial aid. :P All in all, it's been a great day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2547166?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2547166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2547166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2547166' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2538409</id><published>2001-02-26T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-26T08:32:07.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>technically, the paper is not done. but i have less then 2 pages to write, and i have 3+ hours to write them. I'm not totally screwed. :) I always thought that the Ev guy on blogger was a girl. Yup. And I'm really tired. And I'm skipping class right now, but my friend is turning in the hmwk for me, so who cares? i'm seriously thinking of buying a george foreman grill, which is so embarassing. but at the same time, i'm only one person, and it is on sale for $20. Which is pretty sweet. And I hear it doesn't suck. anyways, back to my paper. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2538409?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2538409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2538409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2538409' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2533593</id><published>2001-02-25T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-25T22:52:08.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just had my first krispy kreme. i am going to fall over. i now understand homer in ways i haven't before. D'oh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2533593?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2533593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2533593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2533593' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2532072</id><published>2001-02-25T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-25T20:51:39.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya know, whenever i think to blog, it is not working. how sad. :( so i have an 8 page paper due tomorrow, and i have yet to start. it is almost 9. i'm tempted to start it even later, as west wing is on at 10. the nsync thingy on the simpsons was actually rather amusing. and scary. my friend Lan (pronounced the way one would pronounce Local Area Network) burned a bunch of bebel gilberto songs onto a cd for me. ah, tis so nice to have friends that are willing to do such things for me. :) i also FINALLY found a hirosue ryoko cd. and it's great, b/c it's a cd of all her singles. i felt kinda bad though, b/c i was w/ my friend anna at the time, and she's the one who introduced me to hirosue ryoko. and she was standing right next to the cd, looking at the one below it when i found my cd. and i know she doesn't have one. and she was sad when i found it. and it was cheap for a japanese cd. and i don't really feel all that bad, heh heh. i'll get lan to burn a copy for anna. hee hee. I'M GOING TO NY W/ MY FRIEND LAN!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! the scary thing is, we didn't even think of going together till wednesday or so, and by friday it was all planned out. sweet. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2532072?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2532072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2532072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2532072' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2508906</id><published>2001-02-24T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-24T00:44:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chet baker holds his notes the way fred astaire does. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2508906?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2508906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2508906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2508906' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2459983</id><published>2001-02-20T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-20T18:00:23.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm making an attempt to blog more frequently. My friend Lan has a cd burner now, so I was just over at her place burning things, heh heh. :) And watching stuff off of tivo. Wee, tivo! I fell asleep in my demography class today.  Ugh, it's such an awful class; it's all about what happens to people when you leave them off onto a desert island to fend for themselves. Oh wait, that's survivor. I saw the new Dave Matthews Band video. It's really surreal. If I ever got high, I would totally freak if I saw the video again. Yup. Oh, and the Aerosmith Jaded Video looks really cool. And ed is on t.v. tonight, so I'm happy. See, this is why I don't blog that often. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2459983?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2459983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2459983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2459983' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2441825</id><published>2001-02-19T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-19T14:27:46.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you search for my blog on BlogFinder, it comes up. Right before "Creative uses for explosives." Great. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2441825?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2441825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2441825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2441825' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2441725</id><published>2001-02-19T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-19T14:20:37.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently I don't blog enough. I'm eating a yogurt that I'm not sure is good or not. It says that the expiration date is Feb. 25th, but I have had it for two weeks, so who knows? I just hope that the chunks in it are from bits of peach. I drove through Castro the other day (btw, Sparky's Diner there is AWESOME) and we passed by a hamburger joint named Hot and Chunky. Oh Fiona, I would take you to Castro if I could. Although all the gay men I saw &lt;i&gt;looked exacly alike.&lt;/i&gt; I mean, every single guy had a black leather jacket, those Cesear haircuts, and jeans. Yup. There are all these cute shops though, including the family and adult video store. Wow, I just noticed it's raining outside. Rather nice really. Although I have to get back to cleaning. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2441725?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2441725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2441725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2441725' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2433964</id><published>2001-02-19T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-19T01:19:26.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been shopping. I am going to be very poor soon. Banana Republic is very very very evil. And they bring me great joy. I added a link to YumPop. Hmmm...Bop! I went there today, and I got a pink shirt. I know, pink. But it had a pic of a very cute pig w/ the word ham underneath. Yummmm....ham....meat....drool. N'SYNC is going to be on the Simpsons next week. I bet you some teeny bopper chick is going to do a search for Simpons and N'SYNC, and end up on a page about meat buns and ham t-shirts. I also got the Delerium cd, Poem, the coldplay cd, and the esthero cd. I don't remember what the titles of the cds are, but considering that each artist only has one cd, I doubt it's that hard to fig out what cd it is. The Delerium cd is really cute, it's a blue cd w/ lil' puffy white clouds on it, which doesn't match the music that well, but whatever. btw, the song next year by the foo fighters is really great. I just like the idea of liking the band, b/c i love to say foo. The same thing goes for goo goo dolls really. I mean, I love the music and all, but I mean it's so much fun to just go, "I like foo." It's like saying cayyyyyykkkkkkkeeeeeee. Though I certainly can't do it the way kero-chan does. Ok, I have another browser open, and I went to amazon.com, and the top of the page said,"Lusting for a Kitchen-Aid free standing mixer?" Apparently they are on sale for $99 right now. Can anyone be lusting for a mixer?? Dude, now I'm on mysimon.com, and they too are having a sale on kitchen mixers! btw, buy the bebel gilberto cd. I want it really badly. Yup. So someone has to buy and give it to me. j/k. Her dad was Mr. Gilberto (hee hee, i can't remember his first name) but it's the man who did girl from ipanima. I can't spell that either. Anyways, I'm obviously in a music sort of mood. So I'm off to towerrecords.com. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2433964?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2433964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2433964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2433964' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2346930</id><published>2001-02-12T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-12T13:02:43.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, and the cd mentioned below looks like  smiley face, only instead of smiling, it frowns. Heh Heh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2346930?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2346930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2346930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2346930' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2346522</id><published>2001-02-12T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-12T12:43:35.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the Tang center today. The Tang center is this orange building that looks like someone puked Tang all over it. Hence, the name. Anyways, I got the results of my skin test for TB, and it was positive. Sigh. What does it mean? Apparently, it means that sometime in my life, anytime, I was exposed to the TB bacteria. That's it. It doesn't mean I have TB, or that I can give TB to someone. I don't actually find out if I have TB till next Thursday, when I get the results of my chest x-ray. All I know is that I was exposed, probably back when I was in Taiwan. I have a higher chance of developing an active form of TB, but it's not that great of a chance. It's about 10% Dude, I'm more likely to get hit by a car or something. It's weird, b/c what I have is the TB germ, but not the TB disease. I'm like a carrier. When I found out that I had a positive result, I was all, "great, I'm diseased." But I'm not. I'm germed. But it does mean that I will have to take a pill everyday for 9 months. That reduces my 10% chance of getting the TB disease to about 1 or 2%. And the pills are free, so that's good. I don't know how to tell my parents though, because I don't know how to say tuberculosis in mandarin. And I need to know, b/c my parents should get tested too. That's probably what worries me the most. I would tell my friends to get tested if they've been out of the U.S. I heard that in Hong Kong, they ask people to not spit on the sidewalk, because so much of the TB bacteria is in the air and ground. So if any of y'all have been to Asia, get a TB test. It beyond does not hurt (plucking your eyebrows hurt more), it's pretty cheap, (mine was free) and you get the results in 2-3 days. And it's important to know if you have TB, or if you have a greater risk of getting TB. (Which is what I have. Unless next Thurs. they find all this weird TB bacteria in my lungs, which is really unlikely, because I have no symptoms, and I would be hacking away like crazy if I had TB.) Oh, and I found out that the funky round scar that Asian people get when they are vaccinated is from the small pox vaccine. Well, now I don' t have to worry about that disease. It's a really rainy day, and I would normally be all depressed, but I'm not. And I'm not too worried about this TB thing. So that is good. I'm listening to the Everclear How to make an American Movie Vol 1 cd, so I think that has something to do with it. It's a really great cd. Vol. 2 isn't as good, but I really love Vol. 1. Yup. Unemployed Boyfriend is a very amusing song. I would say download it off of Napster, but Napster is getting all fucked up. :( Oh well. Anyways, I'm off to go to class. Fun. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2346522?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2346522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2346522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2346522' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2321480</id><published>2001-02-10T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-10T11:52:33.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I always get slightly annoyed when the grammar isn't that great on ppl's postings. And then I looked at my archive. Oops. Heh Heh. Hee hee, I can just imagine some English teacher whooshing into my room and stamping a big red F on my comp. monitor. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2321480?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2321480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2321480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2321480' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2321360</id><published>2001-02-10T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-10T11:46:28.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I just had the strangest dream where the dude from SNL that plays George Shrubbery Jr. was talking about his education plan. He was saying how all the rich kids get to go study outside the U.S., in Britain, Switzerland, etc. He proposed that instead, we ship out the poorest children in the country, and let them get the level of education the elites get. And then he chuckled, "That'll get rid of them, heh heh." And I got so mad. And I know that it was just a dream, and that it was just an imaginary SNL skit, but I wouldn't be surprised if Shrubbery came up with an idea like that.  See, this is what happens when I have weird sleeping patterns. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2321360?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2321360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2321360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2321360' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2301710</id><published>2001-02-08T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-08T18:17:56.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't even recall blogging this morning. Oy. Btw, I added two links, one to the Bish Diaries, which are really weird and have to do w/ these randome animes and I want to do it only I am not worthy. Something like that. And the other one is to the Devil Duckie, which gives me great joy and pleasure, and let's me know that I'm living the good life. And that I will rule the world. Hopefully, I won't be known as the great queen goddess Fish Ball. Sigh, apparently my name is used for as a fish ball brand. Twice. Well, I guess I'll just have to endorse them. Buy Jane-Jane Fish Balls folks! Besides, it just reminded me of how Homer Simpson's head was on a box of Japanese laundry detergent. Hmmm, if I ever get a domain name, I'm sure homersfishballs.com wouldn't be taken. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2301710?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2301710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2301710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2301710' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2295524</id><published>2001-02-08T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-08T09:46:43.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so freakin' busy. Sigh. But it's fun I suppose. I just a teaser for Bridget Jones' Diary, and it is very sad b/c all Renee whateverherlastnameis only says No 3 times, so  I have no clue if she did the character justice and all. But then again, I don't much care, so it all works out. Gosh, what did I want to blog. Oh yes, does any one know who Bonnie Wright is? b/c she has been cast as Ginny Weasley, and if it wasn't for the fact that Harry Potter is in these movies, she'd be the most important character. :) I'm glad she's going to be in this version/they haven't forgotten about Ginny dear. btw, I can't get over how bad the new Bon Jovi song is. I'm not even a fan, but I can't listen to that song w/o wanting to barf. Appropriate for Valentine's day though. Heh, I'm going to be at home watching Will and Grace. :) And worship my Devil Duckie. o-:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2295524?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2295524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2295524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2295524' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2230928</id><published>2001-02-03T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-03T10:12:37.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got up at 5 this morning. Then 6:13, then 7:02, then 8:12, and finally, 10:14. I'm not even going to bother going back to bed. And I sat up, and thought, "Might as well start my homework." Yes, my life is just &lt;i&gt;that sad.&lt;/i&gt; There is an Esprit outlet that I can get to by taking BART, then the 15 line bus. Argh. Why am I not there? It's just b/c Diana's dad is coming today, and I can run off and buy a fat load of groceries b/c I will have access to a car. My life is just &lt;i&gt; that sad.&lt;/i&gt; Hee hee, I'm not actually feeling that sad. Just tired. And wondering why I am blogging. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2230928?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2230928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2230928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2230928' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2227217</id><published>2001-02-02T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-02T23:18:39.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you download Netscape 6, you can be entered into a contest to win 6lbs of Godiva chocolate. Freakin' A. I want chocolate, but I already d/l Netscape 6 a long time ago, as Netscape 4.7 kept crashing on me. Netscape 6 is cool, 'cept it is SLOW. And y'all know how I can't stand a slow comp, connection, etc. I stumbled across a page that was all about Eriol and Tomoyo-chan getting together. Ya know, somehow I just don't see it. I keep thinking that one day, Tomoyo-chan will take over the world b/c she is so nice that no one will suspect that she is capable of evil. And she will be able to have sakura as her bitch, who has li-kun as her bitch, who has meiling as her, er i mean his, bitch. and meiling gets jack diddly squat. i want tomoyo-chan as my bitch. i need a new wardrobe. and caaaaayyyyyyyykkkkkkkeeeeeeee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2227217?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2227217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2227217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2227217' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2178211</id><published>2001-01-30T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-30T08:34:50.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was rejected from this thing where you learn consulting work. It was cool b/c it was run by students, and they had some really interesting projects. I didn't even make it to the interview stage. I'm all depressed now. I feel like a loser. :( Sigh, no talents or qualifications from Jane. And it's not like you were even paid to do the work, grrrr. Oh well. I guess I should get used to rejection. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2178211?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2178211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2178211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2178211' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2172582</id><published>2001-01-29T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-29T20:26:46.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've added some links. Woo. Before you know it, this will become a full-fledged website, complete w/ annoying Java apps that crash old comps. Hee hee. I guess the links give you some indication of how I waste my time. Of course, this is a waste of time as well. I've got a butt load of work to do. I feel like a machine. And I'm never going to find an internship. Sigh. Oh well, I'll just live in the gutter. Actually, what I really want to do is become a mystery shopper. I mean, freakin' A I can't believe ppl actually get paid to shop. And the stuff you buy is free. Oy, I'm getting all tizzied up. btw, can anyone find Ms. Helen Lee for me? It is as if she lost her computer, which everyone knows just in not in the realm of possibility. I like that phrase. And the song Devil Inside by INXS. Figures that I would like a group only after the lead singer commits suicide. Yup. Oh goodness me. I just checked Fi's lil' e-bay page and one of her dealys is already up to $75. And she was worried about paying for Paris. ;) Only about 20-30 more of these babies and she's all set. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2172582?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2172582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2172582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2172582' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2154029</id><published>2001-01-28T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-28T11:54:38.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I had something to do w/ the tomato soup. I can learn to accept it. I did not get any sleep last night. Why? B/c the lamest couple in the world (the people who live above me) decided to have incredibly loud sex last night. Not only that, but I could hear everything they were saying. And if I wasn't so tired, it would have been pretty damn funny. "Ah, that was good." "No, you went too quickly." "Ok, let's try it again." *random grunts and bedsprings* "Finally!" *more random squeaking* Sigh, this is the ghetto world I live in. What's weirder is that I think I'm the one that ended up w/ the headache the next morning. I have do my accounting homework now. Sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2154029?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2154029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2154029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2154029' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2112593</id><published>2001-01-24T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-24T22:29:03.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to Fiona: Please tell me I had nothing to do with the tomato soup. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2112593?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2112593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2112593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2112593' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2028304</id><published>2001-01-18T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-18T16:43:00.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I want everybody to hear loud and clear that I’m going to be the president of everybody. Whether they voted for me or not, I’m their president.” Yeah, right. He ain't my president. Sigh. England is looking quite tempting. I would love to go to the London School of Economics, 'cept I'm not fabulously brilliant or rich. And I take great joy in making up imaginary convos btwn. CCS characters. (See below.) Hardly something an educated person would do. Not to say I'm a big slug, unlike the man who I quoted above. Went to Safeway today. I have bread!!! Yay!!! That was my task of the day. I shall now crawl into the cave I call my bed, and not reappear till I see my shadow...or tomorrow, whichever comes first. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2028304?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2028304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2028304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2028304' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2023081</id><published>2001-01-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-18T09:27:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Grrr." "Food!" "Hoe!" "Harumph!" - A convo btwn Li-kun, Yuki, Sakura, and Touya at the dinner table. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2023081?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2023081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2023081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2023081' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-2023053</id><published>2001-01-18T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-18T09:24:46.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beginning of the third day of school. I am absolutely exhausted. When in the world did I ever walk this much? How could I possibly think that I would be able to make it from one end of campus to another in less than 10 min? (All uphill, and it really is on one end of the campus to another, as the buildings I am talking about are both on the farthest outskirts of campus) I have discovered that I am more able to open bottles of snapple. Btw, I completely retract what I said about the new DMB song, especially since I had it stuck in my head all day yesterday. My classes look like they are going to be really cool and interesting, but really hard. No slacker classes this semester. Sigh, there goes my GPA. I was reading Typical American by Gish Jen in my Asian American Women class, and my GSI (TA's to you non-Berkeley ppl) was all, "Are you reading that for an English class?" When I told her that it was for leisure, she looked thrilled, and said, "Well, then I'll be expecting a lot of good work from you!" AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn bastard Amazon wish list. (Actually, Fiona, thank you, as it is such a lovely book that I haven't been able to put in down. Not that it is a Harry Potter, but it is still very enjoyable.) I would recommend people read Typical American before they read Mona in the Promised Land, for although Mona is more interesting b/c it's is about an Asian American girl who's a Jewish hippie, it is the sequel to Typical American. Oops, didn't know that. I didn't watch Law and Order last night b/c my roomate wanted to watch Temptation Island!!!! Grrrrrr. No Sam Waterston fix. Sigh. I never knew my roomie was white trash. J/k. Oy. Sluts vs. Sam Waterston. Duh, no contest there. I wish he was a professor at Cal. I would never miss class, and I would go to every Office Hours. Sigh. I don't want to go home so much now, but I do want to be fed decent food. Booo cooking. It sucks. And can kiss my butt, etc. And not only is this country screwed b/c of Pres. Barely-Elected Shrubbery, but now we are going to have a racist bastard for Attorney General. I don't see how anyone can live with themselves by swearing to uphold things that they fundamentally do not believe in, so we are screwed. We being the non-white, gun toting hillbillies. I'm listening to Hirosue Ryoko, who is making me happier. Yay her! Oh, I have to get ready for class. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-2023053?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2023053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/2023053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#2023053' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1972640</id><published>2001-01-14T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-14T17:16:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still not hungry. But that is because I am back in Berkeley, and not eating my mother's cooking. Sigh. I want to go home. I find that I don't much like the new Dave Matthews Band song. Too produced and fake sounding. Commercial, that's it. Not that they aren't commercial, but still, this new song is just a little too much. Someone from Japan went on this blog. Woo, Japan! I want to be spoilt, and I don't want to clean. Oh well. I better get it done before school starts, or I will drive myself crazy. Alice is still w/ her new loser boyfriend. Not the worst guy in the world, but still. Ew. And now she is on academic probation. :P I haven't blogged in so long. Sigh, I know that if I go home, I will only be stuck at home all day. But A&amp;E has Law &amp; Order, which I miss. :) And my mom buys cheesecake from JJ Bakery. I have no clue how I managed to spend $50 at 99 ranch yesterday. I looked into the fridge, and I didn't see any food to eat, not really anyways. Funny. :) Ne ways, off to find more randome j-pop. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1972640?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1972640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1972640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1972640' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1602097</id><published>2000-12-08T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-08T13:40:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been hungry for the past week. Try as I might, I just don't feel like eating. And when I think I might be just a wee lil' bit hungry, I eat one bite of food, and then I am full. This may sound like a good deal, but I feel pretty weak and tired right now. But when I eat, I feel like barfing. Other than that, I have no symptoms. Weird, huh? Kinda freaked by it, but eh, I have no choice, now do I? It's the last day of school, yay! I have one lecture left, and that is it. And my last lecture is for Astro, which is a great class, so that's kind of a nice way to end the semester. It was a really quick semester too. I always feel that way, but I know in the beginning of the year, I was already sick of school. But that's b/c I took summer school. Yup. Ne ways, I'm going to go eat a piece of fruit or something. Maybe it's just that the food I eat is unappetizing. But I've been trying all sorts of new foods. Oh well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1602097?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1602097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1602097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1602097' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1557165</id><published>2000-12-04T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-04T13:50:41.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you change your t.v. to a channel that receives no signal, part of the hiss you hear is the hiss that is due to the birth and expansion of the universe. pretty cool, huh? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1557165?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1557165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1557165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1557165' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1557123</id><published>2000-12-04T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-04T13:47:07.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah blah blah. i'm "watching" some astronomy lectures that i have missed.  i'm falling asleep, therefore, i am blogging. i hope y'all are doing well. not that anyone reads this thing, but eh, whatever. guess what. the universe is not only expanding, but it's also accelerating. omg! jane doesn't give a fuck! she wants to sleep. and get fed good food by some kind of slave. i need a non-annoying doby. dolby? whatever. at least i get to watch these astro lectures while in bed or at randome places such as the library i am in right now, instead of having to go to class. last day of class is this week. woo! going home in 2 or so weeks. yay! okie, 16 days. and i have to fig out christmas gifts. bleh. don't expect anything wonderful. i would say that it's the thought that counts,  but  then i think of how uncle vernon gave harry an old used sock. and a coat hanger. i do hope nobody does that to me. my parents have stopped calling me. how shocking. they must have some crazy secret, like i have a sibling or something.  i'm going to stop. sigh. boo school. vive la vie boheme! just to counter fi's vive la resistance! sigh, i wanna go to paris. j'ai besoin de visiter a paris. see, i'd be helpful to take along. :) ne ways, my spring break is like the freakin' last week of MARCH so it's no like i can go anywhere w/ ppl, b/c no one has a break at that time. :( ok, i'm stopping. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1557123?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1557123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1557123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1557123' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1473215</id><published>2000-11-26T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-26T16:53:14.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oy. Blogger has not worked for me in forever. Oh well, whatever. Thanksgiving break was good. Actually, it was yummy. The flight back was bleh. There was so much turbulance that at one point, it felt like we had slammed into a wall. I was freakin' out, but when I actually dared to open my eyes, I discovered that the slamming was due to the fact that we had landed, and all the noise was due to random engine noises that a plane makes when it lands. :) Alice's boy-toy is over here. BOOOOO. They seriously just take my things and replace them later, which bugs me beyond hell. B/C it indicates to them that they can just take whatever they want, so long as they replace it, without ever bothering to ask me. They really should stop. But if I even think about talking to Alice, I just get pissed off. This is bringing back the feelings I had for Mary, only 1) not so extreme and 2)She's never around, thank god. b/c then I'd just wring her neck, and stomp on Quinn the way Sakura does on her brother. I'm hungry. I've beens so spoiled. so the prospect of a ham sandwich doesn't even come close to sounding good. Even the ham back home is yummier. My mom buys it from some place that has the real stuff, not the kind where they add water and random things that they also put into hot dogs. Actually, I like hot dogs. 'Cept those that have it all smoked flavored. I don't particularly like smoked-flavored anything. Why eat the same stuff that comes out of a fireplace? It just seems dumb. Although there is a place in Oakland that makes the best Southern BBQ that you can get in the Bay Area, and I don't even like BBQ. I found out that I don't particularly care for this Naked Chef guy that everyone likes. And no, he doesn't cook naked. He lisps, and spits when he talks, so bleh. Otherwise he'd be rather cute. I think I've lost my love for Iron Chef! Oh no! But then again, it could have just been an icky ep. I never really liked Iron Chef Italian. No personality. I do like Alton Brown tho. If it wasn't for Emeril, the Food network would be on in my house all the time. Yup. I've obviously got food on the brain. I'm going to go make dinner. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1473215?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1473215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1473215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1473215' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1394718</id><published>2000-11-17T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-26T16:41:07.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had an eyelash stuck in my eye for the past hour. I can feel it there. It won't come out. I've taken out my contacts numerous times. It's just stuck there. No amount of eyedrops or tears will get it out. Bleh. The Big Game btwn Cal and Stanfurd is tomorrow. I hope we win or lose. Either way, there will be mass rioting, and I can loot the gap and the get the purple three-quarter sleeve coat w/ lime green lining that I want. Along with the black version of the coat, which has a sapphire blue lining. Sigh. So nice. But three quarter sleeve, bleh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1394718?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1394718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1394718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1394718' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1388898</id><published>2000-11-16T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-16T22:14:45.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrr...i was mad at alice (still kind of am) about something that i'm not going to go into. anna icq'd me asking what was wrong, and i sent her 3 big ol' long messages, and the only response was, "i'm going to go to dinner now, talk to you later." BITCH! wtf, why bother asking what was wrong and crap if you where just going to blow me off????? damn bastard. i miss you guys. :( booooo berkeley. well, i don't really think that, but still. btw, jaime, you never told me that you switched to poli sci. see, i'm out of the fuckin' loop and i hate it. boooooooooooooo. sigh, i have to go, midterm tomorrow. ;( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1388898?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1388898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1388898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1388898' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1374881</id><published>2000-11-15T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-15T12:31:17.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finished my paper. It is 12:24. All is right w/ the world. Well, not really, I'm still kinda pissed off at Anna, and at the sandwich I had, and at the lack of sleep that I've gotten. I saw a stuffed thing the other day-it was of a giant meat bun. I really wanted to get it, but it looked too much like an onion. I really want to head over to Kawaii Anime and rent some things. I miss Ranma. It's so cute. I feel like Mr. Tendo. b/c I want to cry at everything. But then again, maybe I'm an Akane, b/c I want to bitchslap everything. Or maybe I'm like Shampoo, b/c I really like the idea of being named Shampoo. Just don't start calling me Suave or Herbal Essences or something. I really hate the fact that my cow is broken. I want to get a new one, but I don't want to go to the store that sells it, b/c the lady there is mean. And she doesn't like me. And boo. My poor cow. Sigh. It turns out that there is an anime store in berkeley, that is actually quite close to campus. But it is a huge rip-off. But their stuff is so cute! Sigh. And they don't have kero-chans that are all orange and yucky. Their Kero-Chans are cute. Yay. Kero-chan has a meat-bun head. See, it's all about the meat buns ppl. I don't understand why ppl don't appreciate them. But lotus buns are pretty good too, so I guess I can forgive the ppl, that prefer lotus buns over meat buns. Fine, it's all about the Chinese buns then. Which is a funny thing to say, b/c Chinese ppl are notorious for having nonexistent butts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1374881?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1374881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1374881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1374881' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1374271</id><published>2000-11-15T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-15T11:23:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the food I ate last night w/ Anna ended up making me sick, so I have yet to finish my paper. And it is due at 2. It is now 11:20. Someone, save me. And I still feel sick. I ended up staying up all night, puking and stuff. Obviously, when one pukes, they cannot write a paper. Thank god it's only two pages long. I have one page done so far. *crosses fingers* actually, *gives anna the finger* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1374271?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1374271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1374271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1374271' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1368159</id><published>2000-11-14T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-14T19:53:31.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had just finished doing my laundry around 4 and I was all set to do my paper when my friend Anna icq'd me, telling me she really really wanted me to have dinner w/ her at 5. Now, that's usually all fine and dandy, but she had a midterm at 7, so she shouldn't really be socializing. However, she offered to pick me up and everything, so I said fine. We had an ok dinner, didn't say much. At 6:30, when we were walking back to her car, she turns and looks at me, and says, "Jane, I think I'm going to be late for my midterm. Would you mind taking a bus back to your place?" And then she says goodbye and hops into a  Copy Central (which is like Kinko's) so that she can punch holes into her notes. And I walk home. In the cold. With no buses in site. And my paper still has not appeared yet, and it is 8. I should be freaking out, but I'm not. I'm just sitting and sulking. These are the kinds of friends I hang out with instead of my friends back home. Granted, Anna isn't usually like this, but god, I'm starting to wish I could just get an entirely new group of people to hang out with. People that actually are friends w/ me b/c they like me, and not b/c it's convenient. Ok, yes, I'm feeling low right now, and my friends like me and all, but the vast majority I met through the dorms and crap, so I normally wouldn't even talk to them. Sometimes people just suck. I'm lonely and bored. And tired of lamers. Booooooooooooooooooooo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1368159?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1368159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1368159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1368159' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1360025</id><published>2000-11-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-13T23:06:49.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If meat buns was abbreviated, would we call them mebuns? Mebu? If you named your kid Mebu, could they live a normal life? And why are over 2,000 people in Africa named General Electric or Nestle? And even more people named Bill Clinton? And how does the name Richard get abbreviated as Dick? I always thought Dick Van Dyke was a sad name to have...he seems fine with it though...Dick Van Dyke abbreviated would be DVD. What does DVD stand for anyways? You know, the only reason to get DVDs is to get the features. Apparently the Dave Matthews DVD allows you to stare at the band at different angles. My mom was going to get that for me, but I guess she forgot. Or she was being cruel. At least she's not as cruel as a parent who would name their kid any of the previously mentioned names. I just read a poll that says that now that Mr.Rogers has retired, he is most likely to use his child slaves to take over the world. Damn, I wish I thought of that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1360025?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1360025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1360025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1360025' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1359783</id><published>2000-11-13T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-13T22:33:12.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annoying boyfriends are bleh. I dislike Alice's boyfriend...and I'm starting to dislike Alice. b/c she's a control freak, and also, she bitches that the apartment has been well-maintained, but she certainly hasn't been doing her fair share. I've been doing her fuckin' dishes, and I've also got my crap that I'm supposed to do done, so don't bitch to me. Boooo. Ew, and her b/f has an icky laugh! Btw, I don't like him b/c he's a pimpin' pothead that says that he "injured" his hand b/c he was so good at the guitar that he developed a condition, where he can't even open his own twist cap sodas. Which is why I don't like him. Now, if you hear Alice say it, she says the same exact things, only she thinks it's cool. Sigh. I've never heard of being so good at an instrument that you've permanently damaged your hand. Last time I checked, Jaime's hands are just fine. ;) . But other than that, all is lovely in Jane-Land. :) I think that everyone should be sovereign over something. I guess I'm sovereign over my room. If only it was self-cleaning.....ne ways, for some reason, I've been finding all these unusual sites. If you haven't gone yet, look at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/subst/home/all-stores-ballot.html/104-5997641-9023123"&gt;another weird election&lt;/a&gt; site. I'm just amused by these things, I know, I'm being a dork. I broke my cow today. :( He's one of those dealies where you can bounce their heads around - you know, those fobby things....usually they come in the form of grandpa's (which I have btw) or monkeys or sumo wrestlers or something....Sigh....I broke him trying to reconnect my ethernet cord....What I do to get online....crazy. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1359783?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1359783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1359783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1359783' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1353082</id><published>2000-11-13T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-13T10:28:25.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weirdest election story...&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2000/ALLPOLITICS/stories/11/11/pickle.pollster.ap"&gt; the pickle poll&lt;/a&gt;...Just go look at it, I doubt you will regret it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1353082?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1353082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1353082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1353082' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1322681</id><published>2000-11-09T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-09T21:47:52.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"His pants are ready. Have lovelier words ever been said?" -Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Say it softly and it's almost like praying."-Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I love Will and Grace. It is a very amusing show. I can't believe Grace was going to have a three-way. I also can't believe how little screen time they gave Jeremy Previn. (the cello guy) I mean, this is John Cusack's best friend for crying out loud! (I'm listening to Babylon by David Gray right now. I can totally see why Dave Matthews thinks he is awesome) So, some election, eh? I can't stop talking about it w/ ppl. I'm sure that they are sick of hearing it all, but at the same time, it's incredibly fascinating. I mean, as of right now, Bush only up by 229 votes in Florida, which is one of the most corrupt states in the nation. And those poor Palm Beach ppl! There is no way that many ppl voted for a guy named Pat there. Absolutely no way. My Labor Economics prof has relatives there, and that area is about 80% Jewish, and you are telling me that they gave all those votes to a man who has denied that the Holocaust ever occured. Not only that, but even Pat Buchanan doesn't believe those votes are his!!! Oy, so crazy. :) The comedians are a having a field day. My fave quote is from David Letterman. (even though I'm a Leno person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; “So here’s the deal: We have George W. Bush, not the president of the United States; Al W. Gore, not president of the United States — whaddaya say we just leave it that way?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Hee hee hee. I am addicted to Napster. This is very bad. But I've got some interesting Celtic music this way. And all the Dave Matthews songs that aren't going to be on their next album. Sigh. I need a cd burner. And a DVD player. I got the Princess Bride DVD for my b-day! Woohoo! Very happy about that, but I need to take it home to watch it. But I have Blondie! In digital format! :) Ne ways, I'm going to go do my nails. I've got this new color called Chroma Sinful Serpent from MAC. It's limited edition, and I bought the fourth to last bottle in Nordstrom SF. Hee hee. It's really cool, b/c it changes from purple to blue, depending on how the light reflects off my nails. Yay. Ne ways, write me ppl! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1322681?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1322681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1322681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1322681' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289362.post-1289756</id><published>2000-11-06T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-06T19:57:05.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't done html in such a long time, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. If someone would tell me how to get my act together in a way that doesn't make me feel like a dumbshit I would sincerely appreciate it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289362-1289756?l=funkymonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1289756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289362/posts/default/1289756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkymonkey.blogspot.com/index.html#1289756' title=''/><author><name>Woo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562644375986393332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
