Why you do that?

I don’t like comegetused. Or actually, I don’t like the people on comegetused or they don’t like me.

Last year, I bought a book for MC10 and a comegetused girl told me she had the 6th edition. I come home, it’s the 5th edition. So I had to buy the same book twice.

A few days ago, I bought two books from another comegetused girl for MC102. And it so happens that I’m  buying both books from the same seller. I check the edition to make sure I have the right version and buy the books for $40. $40 for two thin books, but that’s not my point. My point is, I walk into the Student Store today and see that buying the two books (used) from the student store would have been cheaper… the Student Store is never cheaper than anywhere else. The Student Store is known to never be cheaper.

Story of my life.

Kids.

I was walking down Sproul today and I see this herd of little kids. As they’re passing a man with a red shirt on, they chant, “Take off that red shirt! Take of that red shirt!” about four times.

Kids can be mean. Hmph!

Berkeley Bowl

I need to take advantage of my proximity to BB. That place.. woww hahaha My mom would love that place. That’s saying a lot, seeing as how she doesn’t like the movies, she doesn’t like amusement parks, she doesn’t like camping. I guess it’s just cuz she’s… old.

I bought lots of different types of granola, dried fruits, and nuts for my mom. She loves the healthy organic stuff. My mom’s the type of person who likes potted plants instead of flowers. She’s all about cultivating. Like she cultivated me. She’s all about baking too, but that’s a whole nother story. I miss her. I don’t think I ever missed her like how I miss her now. I’m usually the type that doesn’t care whether I’m home or at Berks, but this time I care… she needs to bleach my white clothes hahaha but that’s not the only reason I want to see her.

When I go back, I’m going to drive all around the neighborhood. I couldn’t drive around last time because I never really had the car and there was only a little time left before I had to leave. This time, it’s going to be different.. (story of my life).

So for all those people studying for finals, it’s okay. I have two on Friday from 10-2PM straight. Hope that makes you feel better.

Did you know how “goodbye” came to be. It’s a Middle English phrase, meaning it originated from England during the MIddle Ages. It was originally, “God be with ye”. And I guess as time passes, people slur their words and it becomes “God be ye”… “Godbeye”… “Goodbye”. Interesting. So in the words of the Middle English folk, “God be with ye”.

Jenn

L…ove

Don’t take me to be a junior in college desperate for a boyfriend. I’m not desperate. I have accepted things will not change with regard to some things. Now, I just sound defensive.

Moving on to my real point. I got reminded about boys/girls/sitting on trees from a boy moaning about love. But what I think has nothing to do with what he told me. It just led me to think about things.

So I think Yiruma makes some really beautiful music. And I guess I should add a YouTube clip here, but I’m not tech-savvy and it’s 3:49 AM and I’m too lazy to figure it out. But there’s this one song called, “Do You”. It’s beautiful. It kinda translates falling in love into musical notes. Like I said, it’s beautiful.

And just now, Michelle asked me a bunch of questions about when I feel most loved. And I had to pick the best answer. My answer meant that love was about words of affirmation to me. That just sounds to me like I’m doubtful and insecure about being in love. Which might be true, might not.

Anyways, I’m off-subject. What I was goingg to say was that I think that one sign I’m in love would be when I’m being rebuked by “him” and I feel love. It’s kinda like, God rebukes you, you feel very ashamed, but not so humiliated you feel awkward. No. You feel like, “Dang, I need to change, be a better person”. Same thing with parents/siblings. I mean, I don’t feel love when they’re yelling at me or giving me a lecture about things, but in the end, it’s all good in the neighborhood. But it’s not true with friends. Or is it? Maybe my friendships aren’t as deep as I think they are. I’ve never fought with a friend, since junior high. I don’t know if that’s normal. Anyways, I need a guy who can rebuke me and help me become a better person. Like, I bring out the best in him and he brings out the best in me.

This doesn’t mean I want someone who’s rude and verbally abusive.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, or why I’m writing this.

But in the words of Edward R. Murrow, “Good night, and Good luck.”

Lieut Bison

I realized why guys love team sports. You fall in love with the team. I guess you could say the same for individual  sports, but this is directed more towards team sports. I love Lieut Bison. I don’t know much about the rules except that you can’t travel, you can’t grab a guy’s arm/hand when he has the ball, you can’t step out of the lines, and, a new one, you can’t hold the ball for 10 seconds within a given perimeter. Regardless of what the rules are, I love IM basketball because I love Lieut Bison. Why do I love Lieut Bison?

I love that I know each player.

i.e. Richard Lee – loves waving his arms in rapid X motions during defense and sticking out his butt during an offensive play; when he has had midterms/finals day of the game, his face turns pale and he can’t play as well

i.e. David Kim – can make 3 half-court shots in a row, graceful shots

i.e. Richard Park – can coach like Phil Jackson and play like a Raptor

i.e. Aloysius Pawlicki – improved since last season in terms of his limited time on the court for being “tired”; great defensive player, can smack the ball down from a guy’s lay-up as easily as stealing candy from a baby

i.e. Eddy Yau – hurt his ankle for about 2 months, is having a difficult comeback, even though he can still play really well

i.e. Isaac Song – the newest recruit from the latest draft; the most spirited, clutch player on the team who solidified their latest win with a lay-up during overtime

I know each player’s history/stats/specialty.

And after you know all about them, you love them. So while I was watching the boys play today, I realized why guys love team sports. It’s easy to love once you know the players. You begin to make all these excuses reasons for why they can’t play their best when they’re losing and when they’re winning you think they can beat any team and they’re pretty much the best team ever to play in IM Basketball history.

So while all the players are focused on the game, these are just some of the things that run through my mind while I watch them play from the sidelines.

But now I have to go write a paper, so in the words of Lieut Bison, “Thanks for coming”.

Jenn

Disclaimer: For those I didn’t specifically mention, you know I love you guys too

On the Train.

I told this story to Janie, Shelly, Eric, and Daniel in a minivan at Guppy’s parking lot hahahaha It’s an interesting story.

I was on the Amtrak coming from SD to Fullerton and a random lady sat next to me at the Oceanside stop. She was reading the newspaper, but after a couple minutes picked up her phone and called a friend. I wasn’t trying to hear her conversation, I just had one earphone on and the other off because I didn’t want to miss the announcements. Anyways, I heard her conversation. They started off with the usual how are you, i’m fine, he’s fine, is she fine, do you still live there, yeah dialogue. And then it just spun into a whole different conversation where I heard her say.. “Oh, well … I had a miscarriage.”

(The Italicized words are what I’m assuming the friend said)

Friend: Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know.

Lady: Yeah. I got your text on Mother’s day and I figured you didn’t know yet. But you know you just lose track of who you tell.

Friend: Are you okay?

Lady: Yeah. Well you know how I work at the senior center and slowly people find out you’re pregnant and then everyone knows. And after it happened, I had to tell everyone I wasn’t pregnant anymore and you get so tired of telling people about it. But time definitely helps.

Friend: How is your husband?

Lady: Oh yeah, he’s okay. It was hard for him.. (memory is blurry)

Friend: Where are you going?

Lady: I’m going to Irvine right now to shop with my sister. She’s having a baby and we’re going to buy some stuff for the baby.

Friend: Oh, that sounds like fun.

Lady: Yeah, you and ____ should have a baby too.

Friend: No, we have a dog.

Lady: hahahaha What kind?

Blah Blah Blah.

So anyways, I really wanted to hug this lady. You could tell she was really trying to not make it awkward for her friend. And even though she had a miscarriage very recently, she was going to go and help her sister buy baby stuff. Goes to show how strong women are.

Anyways, this past week has been so much play/fun. I’m going to miss it.

In the words of Ki Hong Lee.. PEACE OUT (hahaha)

Jenn

I’m leaving on a jetplane.

Ok.. so not exactly. I’m leaving on an airplane. Southwest Airlines.

I just realized, when I come back, nothing is going to be the same. There’s going to be a whole generation missing and a whole new generation coming. I wonder what the new freshmen class will be like?

I need to get my academic life together. This time I mean it. (HAHA)

So in the words of the von Trapp Children… “So long, farewell. auf Wiedersehen, goodbye.”

Jenn

Strada

I realized I’m at Caffe Strada a lott lately. I really like it here. I like the classical music, the bustle of the kitchen, and the on-going rush of people determined to get their coffee. MmmM I love their Strada Bianca Mochas. And they don’t make it too hot so that when you take your first sip you burn your taste buds. Anyways, I wrote my first post here and my, now, second post too. And I always seem to write them when I have a lot to study and no willpower to do it.

People are finishing their finals left and right. I can’t really figure out if I like having more time to study, or if I hate being the last.

Anyways.. Top 5 Things to do this summer:

- find a job

- befriend a foreign exchange student

- go to Sausalito

- visit Gramps and cousin

- go to beach.. a lot

Even when you have summer school, summers just seem so carefree.

In the words of James Blunt, good bye my friend ( there’s no lover… yet hahaha)

Jenn

The First.

So Colin Farrell once told a story in the Parade section of the LA Times. I’ll do my best to tell it here:

He was sitting in front of a cafe when a little kid and his mom walked by and he locked eyes with the kid for about a second. To that little kid, it was just another passing moment in his life, probably an incident he’ll forget before the day is over. But to Colin, it was moment he’ll remember the rest of his life… even when the kid won’t.

I remember reading that a couple years back, thinking after… Colin’s a decent guy. Despite all his womanizing tendencies.

Anyways, I’m sitting here at Strada and I see two different old couples.

Couple #1:

Grandpa – reading newspaper, coffee in hand with a serious expression on his face. And everytime he reads something interesting, important, frustrating his forehead wrinkles.

Grandma – on her laptop, typing away, looking at a notebook from time to time.

They’re here together, but doing their own thing. It’s kind of like, they love being with each other, but can do their own thing. It’s time together, but time apart.

Couple #2: Grandparents are with their granddaughter and her boyfriend/fiance/husband? And they’re hearing the grandma talk about how she and grandpa first met and married. From one generation to another.

It’s interesting how different couples make it work. It being the relationship.

And to them, these moments might be trivial, but to me.. it’s an impression.

Anyways, I should be studying, not people watching.

So in the words of the Teletubbies…

ByeBye!!

-Jenn

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