only it’s not JUST another day.

it was…tiring.

i have never been in an auditorium lecture class with 400 other students. it was really like in those movies ~!

chem 142:

i ran into johnson who had the class with me so we sad together. apparently the guy on his left had bad breath which cracked me up. i almost fell asleep in class and someone called me while my ringtone was NOT turned off so it rang hecka loud. >< what’s worst is that the professor is russian and has this thick accent that i can’t follow ! ]: and on the first day, they blew up balloons by lighting a helium, oxygen, and hydrogen filled balloon [three total] and then holding a lighter under it so it goes BOOM. GOD I HATE IT WHEN BALLOONS POP. it was scary.

break:

happy birthday eric! stopped by and hung out in a dorm room with sammy jelina micky and eric. gave him free milk from red square. i really thought the freebies being give out would be bigger. but i guess the economy really limits how much you can give you because there were more spin wheels where you could “lose” and not get a big bottle of watever. i spun a wheel and the girl was like YAY U WON A FREE SAMPLE.  -.-” right. so great. so break was fun and whatnot.

communication 202

seating FAIL for this class. i sat in the back because i didn’t want to be bother and ALL OF A SUDDEN i’m swarmed with preppie pretty gorgeous blonde nicely built athletic busty bootied sororitie girls that were all eager to sit together and talk about…parties and boys and whatnot. ]x i really like the teacher though. he’s british. i like his accent and his very cheesy funny racy humor. he wants queen elizabeth executed apparently. [:

all in all it was an okay day. i'm just too tired from waking up early.

OH I HAD A GREAT DRIVING DAY THOUGH.

i successfully parallel parked in all tries. i need to practice backing around the corner along the curb though. but i drove on the freeway. it was exciting. dad says i could drive down to portland [highly doubt it. he's just joshing probably.] if my brother doesn’t go this weekend. still, that’s SOMETHING.

ok. night.

CAR !

i’m regressive in my parking skills. i have yet to fully comprehend how to parallel park and i get distracted by neon signs saying “YARD SALE” . i also get my own hands twisted together when i turn.

and the neighbors either think

1) i’m a hoot to watch or

2) i’m a menace to society and call the cops on me

no lie, a sheriff was drove by us at 8pm in the neighborhood. and trust me, you NEVER see cops in my neighborhood unless someone was shot.

and the vietnamese people across the street heckle and say “i give u 10 points for that” and raise their Heinekens in a cheer. and the guys my age walking around in their baggy pants give me thumbs up [yay!] and the other people closely watch me to make sure they pounce if i scratch their FOB-ified honda civics so they can get some money.

we also drove out the ezells by my house down by the market. and it was hilarious because i was pulling into a parking spot and i was slowly backing up and pulling in and really close to the car and this fat lady in the ezells [dinner?] poked her head out of the front door and said something and watched me like a hawk. she had an old ass car too so whateverrrr lady. i’m more scared of scratching MY car.

——-on a different note.

i’m really flattered when people remember me after meeting me just once. like if they remembered my name or something completely random about me. i think my random comments really stand out sometimes.. [:

& the dawg daze dance party was NOT amazing as it was meant to be? “there’s only like 5 people dancing. it’s really funny.” but then again roxanna called me at 11:40-ish so maybe it wasn’t crackin` yet xD

and funny enough, i already know what to get my family for christmas. and my friends too. i guess having money does make you think generously. [:

new new new!

i forgot to mention. after ALL that tedious work of calling people and bargaining. we got a new car!

it’s a simple red honda cr-v.

what’s funny is that it’s the first car i showed my dad that we should get but he dismissed it as ugly. RIGHT AWAY. hypocrite. it’s not luxurious or anything. definately not a lexus that we dream of [we're in a recession people!]  but it’s enough. we actually wanted the model a bit higher up but as soon as we turned our backs, THE SKINNY OLD WHITE LADY TOOK IT.

jeez. lol. and she was all sticking her hand out of the sunroof to say hi to her relatives beaming on the side as we looked on too. damn you old lady!

the car is actually pretty okay. fabric seats, roll down back seats are pretty bomb. it handles pretty well and it as an AUX input which i can plug in my iPod so i’m happy. but i joke with my parents that my car is better because i have power and leather seats which this car didn’t [but stealing-old-lady's-car did!]. rawr.

our goodbyes to the van was very sad. i almost teared up as we cleared out all the stuff and i kept saying “WOW THIS STAIN WAS FROM KHOI’S POOP” and random stuff like that [actually not.] we ended up tearing out the bobble head dog that has been sitting on our van’s dashboard for the last 13 years and i have HUGE plans to superglue it to our new car’s dashboard. MWAHAH. memories dude! irreplaceable. i wish i had brought a camera to take pictures.

anyways, off to Lowe’s to get some shtuff for the kitchen counter and flooring.

oh funny bit about Lowe’s.

so in their recent commercials, they show and assortment of events where a “t” is hanging behind the “Lowe’s” and EVERYTIME i see that commercial, i’m like “what the heck is Lowe’s T….!??!?!”

ftw~! [:

we said goodbye to the van and sadly, i did not have a camera to take souvenir pictures because that thing

can you hear me now?

Yes I can but I’ll pretend I don’t.

Seriously, whaaa?  I have the best friends I swear. Love them much but sometimes they just tick you off. But then again, it’s kind of like “taste of your own medicine” right? Considering how shitty my phone etiquette is. Telling people and then never calling them, I mean. My voicemail probably starts sounding like a lie the 3^rd time through because it says I’ll call them back ASAP when my as soon as possible is two days later. But the person didn’t leave a voicemail! I don’t get annoyed when people don’t call me back. At least I leave an urgent message or something if I really needed them. Or called them 10 times in a row like a certain person did to me.

Anyways, yes. Phone calling is tricky for me even when it shouldn’t be.  JUST PICK UP THE PHONE HAO. That’s all I need to do.  How easy.

We went car hunting today ALL DAY. It was probably the most exasperating tiring annoying stressful thing I have done yet so far. AND IT WASN’T A CAR FOR ME EITHER. My parents wanted to take advantage of the Cash for Clunkers program thingy that is ending this Monday. WAY TO PROVE THAT MY PARENTS ARE FLAKY PROCRASTINATORS. We wanted to trade in our Quest [which has a value of basically…2K] because then it’d be a good deal since we could trade it in with a value of $4,500. And as expected, a lot of the dealers don’t even do the program anymore because they’re backlogged with paperwork for it. So my parents wanted somewhat of a nice car like that Lexus humpback one…I don’t know what model it is but it’s the SUV one. But they don’t have the moola for it. So of course being the Asians we are, we go for the knockoffs! Toyota Venza was number once, followed by the Nissan Murano, and then the Toyota RAV4. But really, we wanted the Venza. So after calling many many many many many…many places, we found the Toyota in AUBURN still does the program and that they still had Venzas. A lot of Venzas. I think we saw 6 on their lot? Well, typical Mom and Dad. We weren’t able to GET ONE. Mom doesn’t like the color of the cheapest one and the others were too expensive and Dad wants GPS when I think navigation is a total joke because it adds approx. 2K to the price of the vehicle but you buy it as an attachment at stores for…most expensive, $500? RIDICULOUS. Anyways, we ended up driving ALL THE WAY TO BELLEVUE for the stupid Nissan dealer there only to find they sold their last okay-priced Murano [35K] and only had their upper-packed Murano’s left [41K]. Okay, too much. Bye bye dealership. No we don’t want to leave our name but we’ll take your sales card just to be nice.

Car salesman: What color do YOU want?

Me: I don’t care really.

Car salesman:  WOW. A female that doesn’t have a particular color choice? Amazing.

I DON’T CARE. I mean, if they were the same price and the only thing that separated them were the color, than it would boil down to color preference. But I’d really just want a good car, good price, looks decent. But then again, I wouldn’t want a color like pastel purple right? *shrugs. I’m quite happy with my Maxima.

So then we went to a family friend’s dinner thing where my dad drank and my talked about having kids with all the other moms and I was shoved in the corner with little kids that I didn’t want to play with. And so I called up my friends to talk and was rejected numerous times. One rejection. One hang up. One busy.

THANK GOD FOR KENNETH CORDOBA. [:

Thanks for the bags of YUMMMMMMY cookies from Guam and the Gelly Roll pens {MY FAVORITE!] even if they WERE just in black. =D And for keeping me from sliding into a depression-like state of lack of friends while keeping me in touch with my reality of non-popularity at the same time. It’s a fine line to keep, but somehow you did it. Haha. And it’s always nice to talk about relationships and differences and similiarities and life and school and us and whatnot. ^^ Thankszzzz buddy.

And then I GOT TO DRIVE MY PARENTS HOME. Only because my dad was a bit drunk of course. But I drove nonetheless. I was a bit shocked because it was pitch black but hey, who cares.

My dad drove out of the driveway and then he turned to me and said “You wanna drive home?”

*insert joyous woop here.*

JK. I played it cool of course. “Okay.”

They were mightily impressed with my driving home and I even parked okay in my hella tight driveway! My dad was like “what’d you do in Iowa. Drive and sleep?” haha. Now he’s going to teach me how to park on hills [it is SEATTLE afterall.] and parallel park [WHICH I DREAD.]

So yes, it was an okay night. I was hoping to volunteer at Night Market but I don’t mind now. [:

We were meant to go camping but we ended up not going because one of the people who was going with us accidentally chainsawed his leg because he was chopping trees. Same guy that ended up throwing the dinner party. Haha. He showed me leg and I was like “COOL.” And he laughed.

I mean, dude. It was a CHAINSAW.

Crazy.

cool pimped out truck.

lime green metallic lining! awesomeeeeee.

okay, i tried to take a better show. it’s really sexier than it seems. but my webcam is located at the top of my laptop and and it’s really quite conspicuous what the person is doing when i they turn their whole laptop so it faces your car and then reaches around in front so that the person can click the mouse to take a picture. not to mention the fact that you can see your car on the laptop’s screen. haha.

how creepy a stalker i am.

independent girl.

yes! i will finally be able to decline the guy and say “no thanks, but i can change my own tire!” when i break down on the freeway. beat that all you chivalrous guys who think that girls know nothing about cars! psh.

i can now:

• change the tires when i get a flat…or when i need to change them
• check the oil
• change my brakes
• recharge the battery when it dies (using jumper cables!)
• put chains on my tires

yea-yuh. and all this when i don’t even have a driving permit (but i have a car!). i feel satisfied. at least i know i’ll be saving money. and next on the list? learning how to change oil. it’s just that none of the cars need oil changing yet for me to learn.

—-

this is from basically what i did today. man, i have callouses on my hands from lifting and cranking (is that what it’s call?) and turning and jacking up the car and … yea. my back is KILLING ME. and so are my arms. my skinny skinny arms lifting fat tires. ugh.

dad taught me how to change brakes today. though it was more like, he was heading out to change brakes and i wanted to learn and then i ended up doing everything. i jacked up the cars 7 times. 4 of them because we had to check each tire. and i took off the tires and put them underneath the car as safety usually tells you too. and unscrewed the rusty ass bolts (we had to use WD-40* hella.) that held the brakes because it’s a hella old ass car. and changed the brakes and smear on that lube stuff and in the end, i used Goop to clean my hands. voila!

and..god. it was just so fun and i swear, 3 hours never went by so fast.

i think that every girl needs to know how to do stuff like that because if you don’t, you’ll always end up relying on Triple A or other people. i mean, are you always going to call the tow truck or Triple A or someone to change a tire on the freeway when you get a flat? what if you’re in an area that has no reception. i mean, i guess it’s just one of those need-to-know-just-in-case kind of things. don’t be the princess that needs rescuing. it’s stupid.

i feel utterly satisfied today because i woke up at 2pm. cleaned the bathroom. ate lunch. and then did the whole car thing. and then ate dinner. and now i’m here. i don’t know. i guess it’s nothing special to the outer world, but i feel good. so whatever~

i am now just so freaking tired. so. movietime. and then sleep.

laters!

ya, it’s sun-day

sun sun sun sun. 

it’s a mighty fine day so far. i washed 2 cars and now we’re about to go biking on alki (or maybe coulon. iono) 

it’s about the be the shizz.

and and and

 

i chased down the ice cream van (yes, it was a nissan quest.) and bought my favorite childhood ice cream. the one that i alwasy begged my parents money for but i was too expensive so i always had to deal and get the cheapo fudge bar or whatnot. but it’s the spiderman ice cream. and as a kid, the spiderman ice cream meant you were cool because you got two gumballs to eat (his eyes are gumballs). though today, i ate the gumballs and i spat them out because they’re gross as hell. but who cares. cheers to reminiscing of childhood. ho hum, if only ally was here. i’m itching for some badminton in the street (:

post-ice-cream pictures. i ate the thing pretty fast. i mean, cleaning cars is HARD, man. hence my oiliness and my horrible outfit. but hecks, i don’t care. yay spiderman ice cream! (two bucks down the drain. lol.)

 

anyways, i will write more after biking. we’re leaving now. 

i also have raccoon pics to post. he’s suck a cutie. i call him muck. i don’t know why.