I’m feeling much better now, my sis is ok.  But one thing did happen on my way home that bothered the shit out of me. 

While I was walking, I was wearing my Burberry scarf, and these girls were walking by, and one of them starts coughing really hard.  And then she wheezes out, “that isn’t even Burberry!”  And I actually didn’t catch it, but my sister told me what she said.  The fact that they’ve JUDGED me UNFAIRLY made me VERY MAD.  But I KNOW my scarf is Burberry and what do they know anyway?  What do they know?  I’M THE BURBERRY QUEEN!  BOW TO ME!

-foogray-

I’m in such a bad mood today.  Last night I had major drama with my sister over her boyfriend and how mean and terrible he is.  I couldn’t sleep as long as it was on my mind, and when I did finally slip into slumber, my dreams were confusing and contradictory. 

After that, I apologized profusely to my roomie for waking her up so many times last night, and she said it was totally alright.  She’s so cool.  I totally lucked out.

And seeing as how I’m in such a bad mood, I was kinda mean to my friend this morning.  I feel terrible. 

And then I went to lunch with Gabrielli at Commons, and promptly lost my $120 sunglasses.  While we were walking to class after I was like…”Oh my God, WHERE ARE MY SUNGLASSES?”  I freaked and like ran back to Commons where I searched around the place we sat and I told Jason to go to Wolfgang’s to check there.  I couldn’t find my precious glasses around the table and interrogated everyone around.  Thankfully, Jason found them, but they had been stepped on.  But I used my past skills as a salesperson in an optometrist office to fix them.  They’re totally fixed, except a tiny part of it was chipped.  Boo. 

Jason made this comment about how I acted like my baby was missing.  Well…my Izod SGs ARE my baby.  My $120 baby.  My precious…

SMEEDLE!

Well, I’m going to go do some HW now. 

–This is Foogray (aka Cloud) signing out!–

Seems as if everyone is taking a nap right now.  I really wanted to take a nap, I almost feel asleep while reading Euripides’ Alcestis.  It was so boring, it was just killing me.  Killing me…

I really need to lose weight.  I think my butt is getting bigger, and my pants are feeling…snug…more than usual…quite tight…so… tight…I usually just go on mad diets over the summer where I must lose at least 10 lbs but I suffer.  All I eat are fruits and vegetables and I don’t eat any carbohydrates.  Basically I just become a rabbit (and that DOES include the mating, ”oooooh…yes…yes…thats so good…” etc)  I’m sure the diets are killing me, but my god, I can fit into size 2 pants after all is said and done.

Well, then I do imagine…there will be sorrow!  Yeah, there will be sorrow!  And there will be sorrow, no more!  (Bad Religion – Sorrow)

As some of you know, I will be going to Taiwan next week to attend my Grandmother’s funeral.  And then I will go shopping (I AM insensitive).  One of my friends excitedly pointed out that when I went, it would still be chinese new year-y so I could go PARTY…(and you say I’M insensitive?). 

Umm…what happened today?  Well, I went to class and I almost committed suicide in ITP b/c I was sooooo tired and it was soooooo boring.  He just kept on going on and on…it’s always “wait, let me show you this…,” or “wait, here’s something cool…,” or worse, the feared “the history of the operating system!”  WHY ME?

Hmm…after that I got a Jamba Juice (diet?  What diet?), and to my sadness, my delicious Orange Dream turned out to be orange chalk.  I don’t know what happened but it felt/tasted like they accidentally put like 5 scoops of VITAboost into my drink instead of the normal 1 scoop.  It was so terrible…and then I accidentally left it in math discussion.  My tummy hurt from that moment on.  It was terrible.  Gas, indigestion, funny sounds…yes, I know I’m sexy!  “Don’t get all aroused now…”

Lucky me, Stefan said I could make up the quiz that I’d miss when I went to Taiwan.  Hoorah!  I won’t have to use up one of my dropped quizzes. 

Hmm…I’m eating pasta for dinner.  It is just plain pasta and sauce.  And in all honesty, that’s my favorite way to take it.  If not just plain sauce, it can have meat in it, or a select variety of veggies, but nothing else.  I don’t want cheese.  I don’t want mushrooms.  I don’t want YOU. 

So now here I am typing my oh-so boring xangas.  I’m sorry I can’t be as cool as Tiffanie.  *sob*  Kidding.  Tiff and I be sistas yo.

Peace out, (yo…yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo g-dawg yo yo yo yo yo yo yo ma)

Loretta “foogray” Wang

“You must toast me!  I say you gotta TOAST ME!”  –gimly bustin’ it FOB style.  That is the quote of the year.  That’s it…the quote is now a strawberry. 

Strawberry count to date:  5

Me, Tiff, the peacock that ignored us in Arcadia, Daniel’s house, and Gimly’s quote!  WE STAY FRIENDS FOREVER! 

Today was another regular day.  I woke up around 7 and just laid in bed and pretended to be dead. 

In statistics today Professor Goldstein did another really funny problem that would give that probability tree chip one a run for its money (and I say that with full knowledge that no one else in the world thought the chip tree was funny).  Well, he was doing a practice problem on the board where a contestant in some game show that once existed but is now gone, would get to choose one of the three doors to reveal his prize.  In one of the doors there would be a car and in the other two doors there would be a prize that NO NORMAL PERSON WOULD WANT.  He said…”ok, so behind one of the doors there is a car, and behind the other two doors there are…GOATS.”  And I laughed and laughed, because hell (!) I would want the goat.  Goats are cute.  And they chew on cans and garbage.  They’d do so much good.  Who would want a car when they could have a GOAT?!  The choice practically makes itself!

After that I went to boring mythology and then funny econ that just drags on and on. 

Daniel forgot that we were supposed to do econ homework together.  He just walked away.  But lucky for me, I did my hw over the weekend so I didn’t really care.

After that I went home and lied down in bed and pretended to be dead again.

At 6 we met Matt May (Get Back Matt!) for dinner at La Salsa and had a mighty fine time.  I miss Matt.  He’ll be joining us for Thursday dinners from now on (to my pleasure).

Other than that, life is good.

Love,

Loretta “I like listening to the same song over and over again” Wang

I know I’ve missed a few posts lately, and that’s completely alright with me now.  I’m so not in the mood for happiness and light and whatever the hell else I usually try to express in my ever-long postings. 

Yesterday was a…subpar…but somewhat decent…day. 

The day started with my rising (from the dead?) at around 8 am.  I puttered around the apartment (pretending to be a dinosaur again) and just ate and ate.  After that, I went to class at 10:45 am.  Now, I gave myself plenty of time to get ready and yet, like the dumb bitch that I am, I totally forgot my CELL PHONE, my PDA, and ALL OF MY WRITING INSTRUMENTS.  How sad.

Tear (falls from one eye, snakes across face, and slips back into other eye).

I felt so naked without my cell phone.  I hate not having it b/c…I NEED it to LIVE.  Don’t you understand?  To live. 

So I borrowed Mai’s pen (for the day/weekend) and just pretended that I wasn’t lonely and uncomfortable without my cell. 

After class I just went home and did my laundry…all the washers and dryers were open!  Wonderful!  Amazing!  Unprecendented!  I finished my laundry in record time yesterday.  Everything is clean and dry.  Alright!  high fives!

After that Tiffanie came over (with her laptop and WWW project) and we had our “chinese new year” celebration with Thai/Chinese/Asian food and we worked on her web page.  It was pretty fun.

Every second I live is AGONY (seizures and vomiting).

Smithers the snake eat Mr. Burns.

Oh yeah, Tiffanie is going to teach me wushu!  Yay!  If I just buy myself a straight-sword (?) and somehow learn some easy (but complicated LOOKING) combination of moves, I will totally blow my friends and family back home away with my dangerous skills.

After we left my apartment, we went to Tiff’s b/c we needed to FTP her project, and for some reason, my computer kept on rejecting her password.  I played with babushka and the crossbow and Daniel played with weapons (for some reason, he found it wonderfully amusing to jiggle the swords in front of me).  After what felt like hours, FTP finally allowed Tiff to FTP her web page into the html folder.  Woo hoo!

After that, Tiff taught Daniel some wushu spear stuff and he just kept on doing it and doing it. 

Oh yeah, Brian and Daniel, we must ALL buy crossbows.  A war will ensue that will destroy us all.  But who cares?  Crossbows!  Beware, all who intrude on tiff’s and my apartment next year…you will be greeted by two angry girls with crossbows and be beaten down by an unforgiving onslaught of foam-tipped arrows (and possibly some chopsticks and pencils).  Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

In both good and bad ways, my life has changed a little, lost a little, and gained a lot.  I have been feeling a mixture of anger and sorrow since yesterday and have even been haunted with all-too happy and misunderstood images within my dreams.  I wake up to find them untrue and I feel some sort of confusing loss.  I desire the distant catharsis that (at this, and every, moment) teases me with its undying presence.

When will it come?

It hurts me to think now, and I want to go home. 

Alas…

–me–