Saturday, August 31, 2002

My schedule is packed. Somehow, I managed to watch all 200 episodes of Sailormoon. How did I ever manage?

Monday, August 26, 2002

I need to learn how to put a cap on emotions. I shouldn't let things get to me as they do. I blame it on high school. I blame everything on high school.

Saturday, August 24, 2002

Reformatted my computer today. But no. My Task Manager STILL hates me. Grrrr. Dumb computer...

Wednesday, August 21, 2002

Going back to Berkeley tomorrow. I think I'm ready to go again. Every time I come back to Torrance, I feel as though nothing has changed -- I still feel like the spoiled, immature brat I was in high school. It bothers me. It's like I haven't changed at all when I know well enough that I've changed a million times over. I think maybe that's why I need to stay away from this town. Or at least not spend too much time here. Maybe it's because I tend to reminisce about high school times with my friends here because that's all they know of me. Not that they don't know about my life in college, but it's really hard to tell them about things since they haven't experienced the same things and haven't been hanging out with the same people. I think they all feel the same way because all of our conversations revolve around, "Remember when...?" And when I start to think about it again, I just get angry. High school was so superficial... but then so was I. I'd like to think I've changed, but coming back here makes me think twice. Am I just someone else when I'm here?

Monday, August 19, 2002

I can't believe it! By some UNKNOWN MIRACLE... I got an A in 61b! That just TOTALLY made my summer worthwhile.

Saturday, August 17, 2002

You know there are issues to be dealt with when the mean on a final is 15/45. Gosh. That's so pathetic. 61b is the most depressing class EVER!

Monday, August 12, 2002

"The notion that there might be a better or more convenient time to love has cost many people a lifetime of regret." -Leo Buscaglia
I became really annoyed with everyone and everything earlier tonight (8/11). I think I was pissy because I didn't really want to be programming, I was hungry, my sister was being uncooperative, and I had no cash. I don't know. And then I saw Desmond and it all went away...

Sunday, August 11, 2002

I'm SO ready to go back to Torrance and hit the beach. I can't wait until this class is over. School starts a week after that, but anything is better than all these nights at Soda.

Friday, August 09, 2002

Capture the flag... Trap Tammy in Soda. It's all the same. So tired. So sick of this.

Saturday, August 03, 2002

Music generator, MY ASS. Freakin' CS homework. CS is going to be the death of me. My life? Soda Hall, of course! Come search for Tammy in the dungeons of Soda Hall! Now I know why they put the labs underground: they don't want people committing suicide while programming in the wee hours of the morning by jumping off a ledge. They gotta put you as close to the ground as possible.

Thursday, August 01, 2002

Ouch. That hurts.