Month: March 2003

  • Oh dear.  Life is sure biting me in the butt right now.  I have an ITP midterm tomorrow morning and I realize now that the only way out is suicide. 


    I wish I was doing what I’m doing in my profile picture…pretending to be asleep and secretly giving the picture-taker shifty eyes while I finger my bowie knife underneath the blankets.  *click*  Ah!  You’ve stolen my soul with your devil-flash-box!  Die!!!


    Last night I got a phone call at like 3 am.  I was having a dream, I don’t remember about what, but I do remember a ringing being integrated into it somehow.  And then I ooze toward my phone and pick it up,


    “Hello?”


    No answer


    “HELLO?”


    Hard breathing. 


    More hard breathing.


    *click*


    I don’t know why guys do that.  I mean, is that supposed to scare me?  Yeah, hearing you breath like you’re yanking off is real scary.  So scary I could vomit in pretend fear.


    **–**IT’S PLENTY MOIST!**–**

  • WHY DO I HATE THE USC LAUNDRY SYSTEM?


     


    All I want is for one load of laundry to finish on time and not cost me 5lbs worth of quarters.  But do I ever get a break?  NO!  The Century Apts. Laundry room hates me, my clothes, my mom, my dog, and probably my future husband and children!  Here’s the story…


     


    I wake up at 8 am just to get a head start on my laundry. 


     


    Some idiotic monkey-spank has left their laundry in there from the night before.  But luckily, all I need is ONE washer and ONE dryer and that’s it (we have two of each in the laundry room which is not enough for a whole floor of kids).  Ok, so my clothes wash just fine (it cost me $1.00) and then I go put my laundry into the dryer.  I pay the $ .50, and let the damn thing run for the hour I paid for.  I go back to get my laundry, laundry bag in hand, to find that my time has run out, BUT my clothes ARE NOT DRY!  They’re still fresh-from-the-washer WET!  It’s like I paid for nothing!  Ok, I’m a reasonable person and I put 50 more cents into the dryer coin thing, and I press “whites and colors” but it doesn’t turn on!  The timer runs, but I get no air!  THE FUCKING BASTARD DRYER EATS MY MONEY and I GET NO DRYING!  NONE!  NONE!  NONE! 


     


    ANGER LEVEL RISING


     


    Hyperventilating, I put ANOTHER 50 cents into another dryer, throw my wet clothes into that one, and thank god, this one actually ran!  I’m just waiting for it to explode, destroying all of my clothes.  A perfect end, to a perfect day. 


     


    Thus, I spent $2.50 on ONE LOAD OF LAUNDRY.  I could easily have done 2 loads for that amount of money, but NO!  The evil dryer decided to ruin my day and eat all of my money AND THEN (!) it has the audacity to send me pompous, furtive glances.  It is so proud of itself!  Bitch, I will KILL YOU! 


     


    Oh yeah.  In the 2004 election, DO NOT VOTE FOR LAROUCHE!  His diabolical team of solicitors harassed me yesterday and would not let me pass unless I gave them $5.  That’s right.  FIVE DOLLARS!  They refused my offer of $1 (which I thought was fucking ridiculous because people like them should just take what they can get) and then TOLD ME (rather, COERCED me) to give them FIVE DOLLARS!!!


     


    And to all of the LaRouche supporters, I don’t mean to be offensive, but your damn brethren have destroyed my sense of patriotism when it comes to voting and democracy.  DOWN WITH LAROUCHE!!! 


     


    THERE IS NO DENYING IT ANYMORE!  JIMMIES ARE REAL!


     


    Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-hoooo!  You all thought I was crazy!  The one girl who called sprinkles “Jimmies!”  I was persecuted, insulted, and mocked by total strangers…Tiffanie’s pointing finger still haunts my dreams…but I still reign supreme!


     


    Yesterday Tiff, Nissa, and I went to Parkside for dinner.  To our (especially Tiffanie’s) excitement there was an ICE CREAM BAR in there!  With Columbo soft-serve and coffee ice cream!  Of course, Tiffanie goes straight for the ice cream.  While I was checking out the toppings, spying the sprinkles, I said, “oh, Jimmies!”  And after a 30-second pause where time seemed to stand still, Tiffanie was like, “Did you just say…Jimmies?  What the hell are JIMMIES?!”


     


    JIMMIES ARE SPRINKLES, DAMNIT!!!


     


    We asked Nissa whether or not there was another name for sprinkles and she says no.  When Jason joins us, we ask him the same questions and he says “yes, Jimmies.”  YAY!  Ahahah.  But it was all down-hill for team Jimmy from there.  We started a phone-calling campaign where Tiff and I swept through our phonebooks looking for knowledgeable friends.  Every single person denied the existence of Jimmies, and then asked me if I was crazy, or if I was on crack, or if I was “okay.”  Even total strangers questioned my sanity, and asked me what country I was from! 


     


    I was frustrated.  Team Jimmy’s morale was at an all-time low.  And then THE phone call came.  One of Tiffanie’s friend’s friend said that there was a Jimmy reference in The Simpsons!  Ah-HA!  That seals it!  JIMMYS ARE REAL!  AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!  I’m the winner!  Jimmies and sprinkles are one-and-the-same!  I even found a website the sold sprinkles and they called them “Jimmies” too!  Of course, Tiffanie claims that I somehow made the webpage with Frontpage.  Blasphemy!


     


    Ahahaha.  Life sure is weird!


     


    **–**Loretta “JIMMIES ARE REAL!” Wang**–**


  • My statistics MT went alright, I guess…(2)(5) = 10!!!!  YES!  I knew that!  This is what Stefan (the TA) had to say about it…”Midterms are graded, they turned out not as good as the last one, but still not too bad.” 


    Not very encouraging.


    I pretty much messed up the “p-hat” problem which is supposed to be binomial.  Apparently, I don’t have a clue what “less than or equal to” means.  Sad, sad, sad.


    Brian, Loris, and I went out to Baja Fresh for dinner and I ate the best-est chicken quesadillas.  I OD’d on their fresh salsa stuff…all-in-all, it was cheese-licious! 


    Now I’m watching Law and Order, I look like crap, and I’m cuddling with my Totoro backpack which is small and soft like stuffed animals.


    I hope you are all happy and healthy.  Goodnight my friends!


    **–**lor**–**

  • watermelonwish (10:21:04 PM): oh ho ho ho


    watermelonwish (10:21:14 PM): is it time for the ultimate contest?


    watermelonwish (10:21:22 PM): THE LAZINESS CONTEST?!!!


    crazyazn17 (10:21:59 PM): YEAH BABY!


    crazyazn17 (10:22:00 PM): lets gO!


    watermelonwish (10:22:04 PM): ALRIGHT!


    watermelonwish (10:22:08 PM): question one…


    watermelonwish (10:22:17 PM): there is a gold baby swimming in a pool


    watermelonwish (10:22:22 PM): do you sit on your ass?


    watermelonwish (10:22:29 PM): or catch a fortune?


    crazyazn17 (10:22:31 PM): sit


    crazyazn17 (10:22:33 PM): sit sit


    watermelonwish (10:22:34 PM): sit


    watermelonwish (10:22:35 PM): sit


    watermelonwish (10:22:37 PM): SIT!


    crazyazn17 (10:22:40 PM): SIIIIIIT!


    watermelonwish (10:22:46 PM): ok


    watermelonwish (10:22:48 PM): question 2


    watermelonwish (10:22:59 PM): you see a box full of free puppies


    watermelonwish (10:23:13 PM): but you have to claim one now before the mob of school children eat them alive


    watermelonwish (10:23:20 PM): do you claim a puppy?


    watermelonwish (10:23:25 PM): or let them be snatched up?


    crazyazn17 (10:23:38 PM): sorry pups


    watermelonwish (10:23:40 PM): haha


    watermelonwish (10:23:43 PM): exactly


    watermelonwish (10:23:50 PM): question 3


    watermelonwish (10:24:13 PM): you see a car accident and want to phone the police


    watermelonwish (10:24:22 PM): but you’re cell phone is 3 ft away


    crazyazn17 (10:24:27 PM): someone else will call


    watermelonwish (10:24:32 PM): oooh


    watermelonwish (10:24:43 PM): but you’re all alone, my friend…all alone…


    crazyazn17 (10:24:54 PM): sorry kids, not my fault


    watermelonwish (10:24:57 PM): so you’re going to…sit on your ass and eat chips?


    crazyazn17 (10:25:01 PM): they can use my cell phone if they come get it


    watermelonwish (10:25:08 PM): but they’re crippled!


    watermelonwish (10:25:16 PM): CRIPPLED!


    crazyazn17 (10:25:21 PM): then why WHY are they DRIVING!??!?!


    watermelonwish (10:25:31 PM): they were crippled by the accident you dipshit!


    watermelonwish (10:25:34 PM): my god!


    watermelonwish (10:25:44 PM): hahahahahahahahah

  • I HATE MATH!  I will be doing math all night tonight!  KILL ME! 

  • I usually avoid these mass-survey things like the plague, but this one…I still tried to avoid it, but it runs faster than I am.  Which reminds me.  This morning, This guy wearing a collared-shirt and khaki slacks was running toward campus…the weird thing was, he was running in slow motion.  Really slow leg movements, kinda graceful, kinda sweaty.  Will someone explain that to me? 


     


    x. Name : Loretta Hua Wang
    x. Birthday :
    October 15, 1984


     


    x. Piercings: Earlobes, Cartilage, Industrial
    x. Tattoos:  None
    x. Height: When I’m wearing shoes, I’m 5’3” but when I don’t, I’m 3’4″.  Yeah…I wear the same shoes that the Spice Girls wear.  “Yo!  I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really, really want!”
    x. Hair color: Black
    x. Length:  Shoulder-length.  But my back-hair is down to my knees.  I tried trimming and pruning, shaving, hot wax, Nads, and electrolysis…nothing works!  Will no one save me from me from my back-hair plague? 


    x. Pets: A Pomeranian named Dancha (Pronounced “Dan-ka”) who looks so cute and cuddly that I can’t help but use baby-talk with him.  “Hello, my Danki-boo-boo-cha-cha!  I love my fluffy-floo-floo!”  Hey!  I don’t appreciate your condescending laughter and your pointing fingers!  Grrr.  I also have a little finch named Poncho the Pontificate (stop laughing!).  My parents found a baby bird on the ground outside their office and they brought him (her?) to me and I raised it to become as cruel and aggressive to strangers as I am.  “I love my Ponchi-baby!”



    Last…
    x. Movie you rented: American History X…VERY traumatizing…


    x. Movie you bought:  Hmm…I got Lord of the Rings for X-MAS so that would make the last movie I bought…Dogma? 
    x. Song you listened to:  A Place For My Head by
    Linkin Park
    x. Song you had stuck in your head:  Landslide by the Dixie Chicks.
    x. Song you’ve downloaded:  Hmm…I think that would be Like a Stone by Audioslave.


    x. TV show you’ve watched: Dr. Phil…he’s my hero!
    x. Person you were thinking of:  Hmm…I don’t really remember…



    Do..
    x. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend:  No…and I will NOT be losing that bet…I will just wait until summer to start pimping myself out again. 
    x. You have a crush on someone:  Define “crush.”  Actually I do have one…but it’s a secret…       
    IfYou’reReadingThis You’reSTUPID! ß here is his name…just TRY and read it!
    x. You wish you could live somewhere else:  Sometimes.  When I was in
    Hawaii I wanted to go to someplace with a big city (like LA!) but now that I’m here most of the year, I want to go someplace that isn’t so city-ish (like Hawaii!). 


    x. You think about suicide:  Yes, I did a lot as a kid, because kids can be so cruel to those who are “different.”
    x. You believe in online dating:  Haha.  Not really.  There are too many pedophiles out there who pose as 12-year old girls.  Like myself.  My name is Cindy.  I like Pokemon!  Ahahaha.  I’m just soooo wrong!
    x. Others find you attractive:  If they do, I sure don’t know about it.  Whenever I catch someone looking at me, I usually check to see if I have anything on my face or if my fly is open…and it usually is…so I don’t think others find me attractive.  Look away!  I’m HIDEOUS!


    x. You want more piercings:  Definitely.  Who wants to go with me?! 
    x. You want more tattoos:  I don’t have any tattoos so how could I possibly want more tattoos?  Someone needs to rethink this question!  Harumph!


    x. You do drugs:  Define “drugs.”  And when you’re done with that, define “do” and “you.”


    x. You like cleaning:  Sometimes.  I like for things to be clean (like bathrooms or syringes) but I don’t usually like to clean.  
    x. You write in cursive or print:  Both


    x. You carry a donor card: No, but I am a donor.


    For or Against…
    x. Long distance relationships: For.  They can work, and who knows?  Maybe I’ll have to be in one someday. 


    x. Using someone:  For.  I’m not going to say against because I know I do it…sometimes (shifty eyes).
    x. Suicide:  For.  If people have the right to live their life, they have the right to end it. 
    x. Killing people: Haha.  Depends on the situation…let’s say the only way to save an innocent child is to kill a murderer…then again…let’s say the only way to save yourself is to kill your mom…innocence is the key.
    x. Teenage smoking: Hmm…I have uncles who’ve been smoking for a while, and if you could see their teeth now, you’d recoil in disgust.  FOR.  Haha.  Just kidding.  It depends on the person.  I wouldn’t want my boyfriend/husband to be a smoker (not to suggest that I will marry a teenager) nor would I want anyone I loved to be a smoker because of all the complications caused by smoking.  But anyone else can go ahead.


    x. Doing drugs:  My answer is basically the same as “teenage smoking” minus the uncle part. 


    x. Premarital sex: I am for PS as long as it is done wisely.  USE RUBBERS PEOPLE!


    x. Driving drunk:  STRONGLY AGAINST!  DUI is just stupid.  It helps no one…except for maybe casket makers and mortuary workers.
    x. gay/lesbian relationships: For.  Haha…if only you could see how many of my friends were gay!  Ahahahahah!



    Favorite…
    x. Food:  I really love pastas and salads.  They are the absolute best.  Oh yeah, I also like bread and rice. 


    x. Song:  When I have a favorite song, it usually stays one of my favorites.  Rock Steady by No Doubt, I’m With You by Avril Lavigne, Warning by Incubus, I Could Die for You by Red Hot Chili Peppers, just to name a few.
    x. Thing to do:  Talking, laughing, and making people laugh.  It’s just so satisfying.


    x. Thing to talk about:  When a friend does something stupid or funny.  I also like deep talks that seem to just bring a friendship to a higher level. 
    x. Sports: I don’t really do sports, because I hate exercise.  But I do watch sports…my eyes are exhausted after that!
    x. Drinks:  Those Chinese yoghurt drinks that come in little, foil topped bottles (Yang-Luh-Dwoh…look at my sad spelling), skim milk, clean water, and diet soda…and urine…lots and lots of urine. 
    x. Clothes:  I hate to admit it, but I like name brand clothes.  BURBERRY!  BURBERRY!  BURBERRY!  Style-wise, I like longer-sleeved Ts, and stiff, boot-cut jeans.
    x. Movies:  LORD OF THE RINGS!!! 


    x. Holiday:  Christmas:  Family.  Good food.  Giving.  Receiving.  Santa. 


    x. Car:  Anything that can be described as “dope” or “dope-ass.”  
    x. Ever cried over a girl/ boy:  Yes. 


    x. Ever lied to someone : Yes.  But only when absolutely necessary.  Like when I’m 7 years old and my mom is standing with a threatening ruler in her hand interrogating me about whether or not I practiced piano when I know I didn’t… “Did you practice piano?”  “(shifty eyes)…yes…”
    x. Ever been in a fist fight / arrested:  Nope.  Under this hateful and evil exterior, I’m as gentle as a bulldozer.

    What…
    x. Shampoo do you use:  LUX from
    Taiwan!
    x. Are you scared of:  Being robbed or raped or hurt in some sort of accident; having someone I care about die or experience pain.   



    Number…
    x. Of times I have had my heart broken?:  None.    


    x. Of hearts I have broken?:  Physically?  Or emotionally?


    x. Of boys I have kissed?:  None.  I’ve kissed my dog and he’s a boy.  And I had a dream that I was kissing Jimmy Fallon.  Do either of those count? 
    x. Of girls I have kissed? : None.


    x. Of drugs taken illegally?:  If I did, I wouldn’t remember it because I probably OD’d on a dangerous mixture of alcohol, Ecstasy, and Crystal Meth…but since I don’t remember, I will just say no. 
    x. Of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life:  My parents.  It’s hard to trust my life to other people.


    x. Of people I consider my enemies?:  Up to 3.  I won’t name names.  
    x. Of people from high school that I stayed in contact with?:  Umm…like 10. 


    x. Of cd’s that I own?:  A lot.  Some bought, some burned. 


    x. Scars?:  EMOTIONAL ONES!  **sob**  Kidding!


    x. Of things in my past that I regret?:  Lots of stuff.  I wish I could have been a more pleasant person to those I knew.  I wish I wasn’t so damn lazy as a child.  I wish I did a sport or tried harder on the piano. 


     

  • I’m baaa-aack!  I can taste your fear.  It tastes like pear.


    I sat next to this family on the plane and they had like 3 kids.  The youngest daughter (who was maybe 3) was really cute but all jumpy and she kept on screaming “Da-DEE!”  and when her dad would pick her up she’d scream “Ma-MEE!”  And then the mom would take her.  After a while, I became numb to her voice.


    The kid behind me was playing cards with herself and she kept on kicking my chair.  So often were her kicks that for a fleeting moment, I felt an urge to cut off her legs…


    I think I have a rage problem.


    I didn’t sleep at all on the flight, and I actually watched the in-flight movie (Analyze That).  And then I stared out the window and thought of all the different names I wouldn’t mind naming my future kids. 


    I’m watching this commercial for JCPenny and there are these girls/women who are prancing around in different environments and different JCPenny outfits.  Now, these women can go jump around on the beach in their bikinis, or laugh in a car, or on a car, in their summertime ensembles, whatever, I can believe that would happen.  But what about the JUDGE who takes off her rope revealing a tight-cut pink dress?  I don’t think that happens everday.  Or the working business woman who suddenly strips out of her suit, showing us her pink lace underwear, and then puts on a tight-cut dress and walks out?  I think I would like to work in an office like that, apparently anything goes.  Hmm…the theme for tonight must be the tight-cut dress.  The judge and the business woman must shop at the same place…


    Oh yeah, JCPenny. 


    **–**lor**–**

  • I was going to go out with my friends tonight but I opted to stay home instead.  Though I would have liked my choice to have been motivated by my wanting to spend time with my family, I was actually motivated by my ever-so-intense hatred of couples.


    You heard me!  COUPLES!


    I don’t hate people who are in love (with other people, themselves, or otherwise).  In all honesty, my only problem with couples is the fact that I hate being the only pathetically single person in a group constituted almost exclusively of couples.  Somehow I feel even more lonely and pathetic when I am surrounded by people who are so obviously happy.  What the hell is wrong with me? 


    **sigh**


    Oh well.  Life goes on!  VRROOOOM!


    I was going to write my dramatic war monologue, but I realize that most people don’t even like reading about my daily events, much less my war rantings.


    **–**lor**–**

  • Question:  How many mosquitos can an electrified tennis racket kill?


    Answer:  Not enough to keep me from feeling weak from blood loss.  I’m being eaten alive here!  SAVE ME!


    I went out with some of my friends from school yesterday.  We just cruised the old haunt (Zippys) and we just sat around and talked and acted really stupid. 


    I tried to introduce the shifty eyes to Hawaii.  At every applicable moment I said, “shifty eyes” and then did the hand movement and then watched for my friend’s reactions.  All of them gave me the shifty eyes and then told me to stop doing the shifty eyes.  HYPOCRITES! 


    I just burned my hand on some really hot corn juice…aaahh it burns!  It burns!


    I was going to write some great…well maybe not great…speech about my feelings about Bush and war and stuff, but since my finger is stinging like no other, I will hold off on that until later. 


    **–**lor**–**

  • I will try my best to not make this entry just another one of my ‘this is what I did today’ type entries….


                      


    Sometimes I look into the sky and I think of what it means to be in love…yeah, this isn’t working…


     


    THIS IS WHAT I DID TODAY:


     


    Actually, the past few days have been rather boring.  I got home on Saturday afternoon after a 6-hr flight.  I sat next to this old guy who just happened to be a UCLA graduate.  He was really polite regardless of my USC-ness.


     


    At home I played with my fat, round, puff-ball Pomeranian.  And then I ate a late lunch, unpacked my crap, and then I took a nap.  That night, my parents took me out to a great Japanese dinner.  I ate so much sashimi that I could feel it coming out of my pores.  


     


    On Sunday, I went to Waikele, which is like this nice outlet shopping place.  I just spent more, and more, and more money, but only on clothes, because I absolutely have no clothes and nakedness is not cool…so much shame…


     


    Ok.  Yesterday, I cleaned my house some more (fun…sarcasm), tried to get a tan but for some reason the sun made me feel sick, and then I did a little homework.  Oh yeah, my parents took me out to dinner and then shopping some more. 


     


    My friends come home today so I hope that maybe my spring break will pick up soon because I think I’m going insane!