Month: October 2003

  • I hate parameters; I hate populations; I hate correlation; I hate hypothesis testing; I hate proportions; I hate binomials; I hate samples; I hate deviations; I hate intervals; I hate p-values; I hate charts; I hate sample sizes; I hate tails; I hate means; I hate degrees of freedom; I hate OJ; I hate his long nails; I hate his excessive head-nodding; I hate midterms…I HATE MATH!  GWAAAAAAAA!

     


    I studied math 9-hours straight last night, and after my midterm performance today, I realize that I’M JUST A BIG LOSER!  How do you study that long and still be freakin’ clueless?  Ugh…so tired (passes out).

     


    Last Friday, B, Tiff and I went to Magic Mountain for a day of “fun,” however I prefer to call it, “make Loretta value her life again” day.  OMG, I cannot handle rides at all.  Brian dictated that our first ride would be the one called “X” which is actually the scariest one in the park!  WHY BRIAN, WHY?!  I’m a big scared-y cat so I think I would have benefited from a slow build-up to impending doom to get my confidence up…start with the carousel, and work your way up.

     


    OK…X was just WRONG.  WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS.  I swear I thought I was going to die.It’s one of those dangling leg rides, and you start the ride by going backwards, very slowly, up the first “hill,” and then when you fall, your chair flips so that you are falling FACE DOWN (!!!!), FREEFALL STYLE.  Before you hit the ground (which I thought was going to actually happen), the ride jerks back up and you are sent through a series of loops and twists and more falling and OMG all I wanted to do was cry.  When it was over, I felt so relieved to be alive…

     


    Our second ride was the Batman ride, which was NOTHING compared to X but I was still so traumatized by X that when I was being strapped in, I asked Brian, “Dude, what am I doing here?…”  Brian and Tiff gave me a lot of emotional support which helped considering the fact that there was no escape; I was already harnessed into the stupid thing.  So the ride was just a lot of twists, turns, and flips, which made me so dizzy, that when it was coming to a stop, I thought we had stopped upside-down (me to Brian:  “OMG, ARE WE UPSIDE-DOWN?!!!”) so I freaked out thinking that the ride malfunctioned!  But no.  Ugh, never going back!  NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER!  (But the trip did have its moments:  Me:  “My name CRUSH!”  Tiff:  “My name UGHHH!”)

    We went home after that b/c it was already 10:30, (we stood in line for at least the four hours we were there).We went to Claim Jumpers after that and Brian and I shared this big-ass BBQ meat platter!SO GOOD


    And now for the usual totally random pics:

    Cali has been having a lot of problems with fires b/c it’s been so hot lately.  This picture was taken from the line to X.  The smoke was so bad that the sun was actually RED, and every-so-often you’d find bits of ash on yourself.

    A picture of one of the coasters.  I’m pretty sure this isn’t X b/c it doesn’t look life-threatening enough.

    Tiff and Brian posing with their stuffed animal prizes (Brain:  whack-a-mole champ; Tiff, “guess your age” winner!)

    Me and Brian looking kinda gangster but actually we’re just really tired.  My legs were just killing me! 

    A BOY WEARING HEELS…To protect this boy’s identity, I photoshop-ed in some strategically placed stars over his face.  I’d like you to note that he is voluntarily posing and smiling b/c he actually likes it.  He strutted and pranced…SO WRONG (vomit)!!!  Why Jon, w–I mean!!!  Why…MYSTERY-SHOE-WEARER WHY?!!!

  • THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO MADE MY BIRTHDAY THIS YEAR THE BEST ONE I’VE EVER HAD!!!  I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!

     


    So yeah.I had like the best birthday ever this year.  So now I must take the time to thank all of you guys for what you do for me each and everyday. Whether it be just sitting around and talking, or having some hyper-charged debate, or laughing our voices away (or in the case of Tiff and me, laughing until we vomit and die), you guys make my life complete.  Really, you do.  I’m so lucky to know each and every one of you, and it almost scares me to think that there are actually people out there that like a crazy, messed-up bitch like me.  You (my wonderful friends, and my amazing family [SYLVIA, YOU READING THIS?!!!I’M TALKING TO YOU!(pointing)] complete me (ßworst cliché ever, but it’s true).

     


    I wish I had some pictures or something to post with this, but alas, I was caught without a camera.

     


    THE HIGHLIGHT OF LAST WEEK:  Witnessing my best friends, who are three of the smartest, most enlightened, and talented individuals I’ve ever met, set an ICE CREAM CAKE ON FIRE!  HAHAHA, my birthday cake was a brilliant fireball; the top of the cake was literally aflame…man, you guys…you ARE the best.

     


    QUOTE OF THE DAY:  “I can’t go out in public wearing those big, Arabian, MC Hammer pants!”—Tiffanie

     


    If there is a higher being out there:  Thank you for surrounding me with such wonderful people…

  • HAHAHAHAAAA the greatest thing just happened.  Okay, the story goes like this:  Our apartment complex has this problem where the people don’t dump their garbage down the chute b/c they’re just lazy and don’t want to touch the dirty chute, so oftentimes when you throw your trash away, you’ll find bags of other residents’ garbage sitting OUTSIDE of the chute stinking up the whole area.  So Tiff comes back after throwing away our garbage and tells me that she found 2 bags of garbage outside of the chute.  We both get really mad b/c we brave the germs and the stench by actually jamming our arm into the chute to shove our garbage down and these SOBs just make it worse for everyone except themselves!  So I ask her if she wants to leave a note and she agrees.  We both write notes on different colored post-it notes with different pens to simulate the effect of two different angered residents from TWO SEPARATE APARTMENTS who are just “voicing their opinions.”  Me being the mean old hag that I am, wrote this:


     


    Throw your f*cking trash in the goddamn chute!  Have some f*cking decency you mother f*ckers.


     


    Tiff went the sarcastic approach with this:  Good job not being a spoiled child, you b*tches.


     


    So just now I went to the chute to throw away some garbage and what do I find?The note that I wrote was on the ground and THE TRASH WAS THROWN AWAY!  YEAH!!!!  But the garbage with Tiff’s note on it is still in the chute, waiting to be thrown out.Mwa ha ha ha…we know who the official garbage-note writer is in this apartment!


     


    A passage from my econ book:  But it would be a mistake to believe you can turn a parrot into a macroeconomist by simply teaching it to say “C+I+G” or “Polly has a multiplier.”


     


    Honestly, if they just got rid of these bad Merle-esque jokes and went straight to the point, the text would probably be half as long and not a suicide-inducing death trap.


     


    On Thursday, Tiff, Daniel, Eddie, and I went to the Los Angeles County Museum of Arts (LACMA) b/c all three of them needed to sketch a certain statue for their art class. As usual, I have pictures(sorry the quality isn’t so great, but you aren’t allowed to take flash pictures around the art):


     



     


    A close-up of The Hope of Athena that my three museum buddies had to sketch…


     


     


     


    Daniel and Eddie, doing some hand motions that are supposed to make it seem like they’re studying the measurements of the statue…it was all posed as I’m sure you all know…


     



     


    POINTY FINGERS toward the Hope of Athena! 


     



     


    Here’s an EXTREMELY POOR QUALITY picture of me and Daniel, I’m doing the pointy fingers and Daniel is ACTUALLY TOUCHING THE FREAKIN’ STATUE!  OMG!!!


     



     


    Daniel and me in front of the Bust of Athena by Kresilas (430-420 BC).  Yeah, I don’t know what Daniel is doing but his facial expression was the highlight of my day!

  • I was pretty hesitant about posting a new entry in my xanga b/c I knew that no matter what, I would never live up to “THE EYE.”  I probably will be shunned after this one for being so lackluster and unoriginal…all of my fans…gone…


     


    The top 10 words used on Friday, October 03, 2003, 5 pm:


     



    1. Raped
    2. Accounting
    3. Midterm
    4. Stupid
    5. F*cking
    6. Merle
    7. Screwed
    8. Shit
    9. Kill
    10. Myself

     


    I think you can pretty much guess how my accounting MT went for me just by looking at my lovely top 10 list.  If not:  I WAS RAPED BY THE ACCOUNTING MIDTERM.  STUPID F*CKING MERLE SCREWED US OVER…shit…I’m gonna go into that corner now and just kill myself. 


     


    Other than that, I’m just exhausted.  I’ve been living off energy that I just don’t have.  I thought maybe I’d lose some weight b/c of all the fat I harbor that could be turned into energy, but no.  My fat friends are just too comfortable living inside of my stomach, thighs, arms, etc. etc. 


     


    Here are a few more pictures that I took over the weekender.  I’m sorry but I don’t have some clever story to offer but hopefully the fact that I did Jon Lam’s nails is interesting enough.


     



     


    Me doing J. Lam’s nails!  Mwa ha ha ha…


     



     


    So pretty!  Why am I going to USC when I could easily make a comfortable living being a manicurist?


     



     


    Pointy fingers(!!!) (sort of), in front of this handicap sign ouside of In N’ Out…what?  Is there something wrong with that?  I didn’t think so…huh?


     



     


    Tiff and Brian!  Next are some pictures of the beautiful UC Berkeley campus…


     


     



     



     



     



     


    HAHAHAHA…so many papers…their buildings may be gorgeous but Berkeley OBVIOUSLY doesn’t pay their janitors enough…won’t somebody help this poor dilapidated flier-trolley-thing?


     



     


    OMG, this is like THE GREATEST thing on the Berkeley campus.  It reads:  “This soil and the air space extending above it shall not be a part of any nation and shall not be subject to any entity’s jurisdiction.”  This circle was made so people could just stand in it and say whatever they want, and no one can touch them.  But it also means that if you somehow lured one of your enemies into it…mwa ha ha ha ha….


     



     


    Gina and Eddie doing Pointy Fingers.  Gina embraced the Pointy Fingers but Eddie was just mocking us…like he always does…


     



     


    Pointy Fingers at Berkeley’s “Asian Ghetto” even though it wasn’t very ghetto at all…


     



     


    Pointy Fingers at this huge pagoda in J-Town


     



     


    This is a smaller version of the house Tiff, Brian, and I plan on living in in the future…


     



     


    Turtles that live at “our house.”  They will bring our mail to us…as well as many diseases, I’m sure.


     



     


    One of my favorite pictures from the whole trip!  Yay for us!  You can see the Golden Gate Bridge in the background BTW.


     



     


    This weird street that is super freaky b/c it is in this steep zig-zag pattern…I thought I was going to die the whole time down. 


     



     


    A pretty building in San Fran.


     



     


    Pretty view of S. F.


     



     


    And even better than a view of S.F. you have Alcatraz…at least I think that’s Alcatraz.  Bwa…who cares…I have to study for 310…(tears)