Biking (accidents) in Davis.

I had handwritten up a blog entry today and I'll type it up now. If I can get Michelle's scanner going, I'll scan in the real copy (if you can even read my handwriting). Excuse any grammar mistakes. Any edits/additional comments will be in [].

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Sometimes, I feel like an airhead. In class right now, 20 minutes earlier than I need to be. So, I guess I'll write an entry for my blog to post later.

Let's see, something funny, well not really funny, happened to be while getting to class just a few minutes before. I was riding my bike, pretty slowly since it was a nice day, and I was about to cut into Wellman (a building) and there was cross traffic since it was a two-way. Now, I had already started to turn and there wasn't really a turning back point so I slowed down to a near stop and some girl rammed into my front tire making me bounce off my seat and landing on my toes.

The girl however wasn't so agile and flipped over her bike... well, more like slid off my bike and fell. At that moment, I was feeling really guilty and was kind of panicky. [You know, when you know you did something bad and didn't really want to face the consequences?] I asked her if she was okay or not and [she] didn't answer me till someone else came and asked her. She was like "I'm okay. Jesus Christ. [Are you serious? Are you serious?] You can't do that, you just can't do that."

After heard that, the tone that she said it in, all the guilt went away and I almost laughed in her face. I mean, "Calm your ass down. It was an accident." I didn't get mad when some guy crashed into me and I sprained my wrist. [Right before a midterm no less.] All you go was probably a scrape, though I didn't see. Anyways, it would have been extremely insensitive to laugh in her face so I had to hold it in. But seriously? You don't have to be a bitch about it. I know I was wrong and unlike some people, when I say I'm sorry, I really do feel sorry. Like, I have the actually [LOL, weird adverb injection] guilt and regret that it means to be sorry. But if you're just gonna blow off an apology and then try and tell me what to do? [In hindsight, it sounded more like a mom reprimanding their kid. Wtf, I'm not a child.] That's just not cool.

There's only 4 more minutes to class and there are only three people in this classroom, including me. Oh god, I hope I'm not in the wrong room or something because that would be a stupid thing indeed...

Well, I guess I'll just continue writing because just sitting here looking like you don't know what the fuck is going on isn't that great.

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At that point, I decided to grab my stuff, call Michelle and ask her for the room number. Turns out I was in room 106 instead of 126, which was only on the other side of the wall. Yeah, big blonde moment. What do you know, even Asians have those moments. Anyways, what a first day. I'm sleepy. :3

I love shopping.

Usually, I try and dispel stereotypes with girls and show that I'm not a typical girl, but I have a confession: I really love shopping. It's such a bad habit that I picked up during puberty. When I was young, I didn't care what I wore; most of my clothes were stitched together by relatives who knew how to sew scrapes of fabric together to make jeans. I wore things bought in thrift stores, things from other families whose child didn't fit the clothes anymore and just some random shit around the house. And when I was done with them, I would give them to the next person in line. It was a big chain of hand me downs. That's how Asians roll.

So when I got to the age when people actually give a shit about what clothes you wear, I was really confused. I would see these girls wearing things from American Eagle, Abercrombie and Fitch, and Hollister and I would wonder how I would look in those clothes. And then I realized that I couldn't afford the clothes; so I basically survived on department stores and places like Ross or Marshalls. But now that I think about it, I'm glad I didn't buy into the name brand clothes. They're nice clothes and all, but I don't want to be wearing advertisements along my chest.

Anyways, my shopping evolved when I got a shiny credit card. It's like +10 convenience -credit limit. I've been really tempted to go shopping online. All the shit that I couldn't get online, I now have the means to get. How dangerous. Even those stupid infomercials like the magic bullet and bowflex, I want to get all the stuff, even if I don't need it.

Being a girl is hard. So many things to buy, so little money to buy with. :< Any rich guys willing to fund Teresa's Shopping Fund? Hahaha, jk sorta.

Despite wanting to buy a lot of things, I'm usually pretty good at restraining myself from buying too much since I kind of need to eat as well. Ah college.

Bras are too expensive.

One of my least favorite piece of clothing is the bra. I hate buying bras; they're so expensive. For something that covers so little of your body and to cost a quarter of my paycheck, I think they need to find a new, cheaper way to make our boobs look better. I wish I was one of those people who didn't need a bra, but without one... well, let's just say that's not pretty.

The bra industry is totally fucking with us. I don't want to throw down 40 bucks for a strip of cloth. :O

A misconception: Girls are always PMSing.

I'm tired of everyone (meaning guys) thinking that girls are always PMSing. Girls, how often have you gotten mad and then a guy would just go, "Oh, don't worry about her. She's just PMSing." What the hell? Since when does our menstrual cycle happen every day? Why can't girls just be mad for a illegitimate reason? I hate how it makes girls seem like they're not allowed to be mad; they're only mad because their bodies are fucking with them.

Though, can't put all the blame on the guys. Girls tend to use PMS as an excuse a lot. For example, "Don't talk to me, I'm PMSing." or "I can't play basketball, I'm PMSing." or "I can't lift this fork, I'm PMSing." I have to admit, it's great to use something we have no control over as an excuse to ignore responsibility, I do it sometimes.

Anyways, we're not ALWAYS bleeding.

Dorm Bathrooms.

I love living in the dorms. My floor is probably the BEST floor to live on. There are all these really cool people and we're just one tight knit group. Unfortunately, it would be so much better if the bathrooms didn't suck. One of the reasons why I didn't want to live in a typical dorm floor was because I didn't want to share the bathroom with 25 girls as opposed to a suite that has a bathroom for 6-8 people.

And on the first week, I had my horrors confirmed. The floor is one big party floor, so it's kind of inevitable that something like this would happen, but there was vomit in the sink. Yes. Vomit. You can only assume that someone tried to drink more than they can handle and they thought the sink was a perfectly fine place to hurl their load. Disgusting. When I tried to brush my teeth that day, I kept getting gap reflexes and almost choked on my toothbrush.

Girls, it is so hard to throw up in the toilet, trashcan, or even the shower? At least I don't have to see it. Throw up in the toilet/shower, I can use another one, but at the sink, I always see it. Ugh, gross.

Whoever made that myth about girls being clean and their bathrooms being the best is a fucking liar... or haven't experienced a real girl's bathroom.

Seriously, the bathrooms are disgusting. The showers have hair ALL THE TIME. Girls, you know what I'm talking about. We shed hair like a dog sheds fur. And it's gross. But of course, we don't put it up because the floor is disgusting. By the way, for the first week, I made the horrible mistake of not wearing shower shoes... OH MY FUCKING GOD. My toenails started to PEEL off. It was so gross. I was immediately scared into putting on flip-flops in the shower. Wtf is in the shower that would make my nails PEEL off? *shudders*

Guys have it easy. For the most part, guys have short hair so no one notices when you guys shed your hair. But for a girl's long hair not to be noticed to to not see a giant tarantula crawling on your arm.

Another big problem about the bathroom is that it STINKS. It's not even "OMG, POO" stink, it's some kind of permanent stink. It's like something is wrong with the pipes and the smells is permeating through the tiles. It's disgusting. Why isn't housing doing anything about this? I'm paying $3000+ on a bathroom that permanently smells like shit? At least hang some air fresheners or something! I'm sure that $3000 can afford you a few!

In any case, it takes a lot of willpower to even want to use the stupid bathroom. I only go there to shower and to brush my teeth. Everything else, I would have to be needing to go REALLY badly or I just use another bathroom. By the way, the bathrooms in Kemper (engineering building) is really clean. Probably cause there are hardly any women there.

If it weren't for the people and the proximity to campus, I would totally nix dorms.

Doing Laundry - A love/hate relationship.

I just did my laundry. I usually put off doing laundry as long as I have clean underwear because paying for laundry is major suckage. Being a cheap college student that I am, I usually hold off doing laundry until I get home and make my mom do it (well, she ends up doing it before I even say it. Love you, Mom ♥), but I'm stuck here so I have to do my laundry or something is gonna grow on my clothes... that said, I'm writing this as I wait for it to finish.

I love... using my roommates detergent and dryer sheets.
I'm a major cheapskate. So whatever things that I don't have to buy, I'm happy. I don't think she minds anyways. It's way better than having a pile of dirty laundry in the corner stinking up the room. Of course, my laundry doesn't do that. But it does pile high. Boy, did I get a work out carrying it down the long ass hallway.

But I hate... paying for my laundry.
You probably noticed already. I hate paying for the laundry, especially when I can do it at home. Why buy it here? Drive down to SF, have my mom do the laundry at home, AND get a sandwich. I mean, hello? Perfect. I mean, it's not that expensive. It's only $1.75, but what pisses me off is the add value machine. It only accepts $5 or higher. Which means, I'll always have an odd number of money until I do 20 freaking loads of laundry. But you know what that means? I have shelled out 35 bucks to do LAUNDRY. That I get for FREE at home. If the stupid machine accepted dollars, I would have only needed to shell out 7 bucks and got 4 loads, which is PERFECTLY fine for someone who hardly does laundry anyways. I hate being the type of person who can't even left a quarter on the card go... but it'll probably end up happening, because there is no fucking way I'm gonna do 20 loads.

I love... waiting for laundry.
This only applies in the dorms because I can go back to my room and do whatever while the laundry is going on. Beat a few people on tetris, clean up the room, dance foolishly around my room. I love it.

But I hate... waiting for people to GET THEIR FUCKING LAUNDRY.
I HATE it when people leave their laundry just sitting there. I usually check the time and make sure that I'm going back to get the laundry within 5 minutes of it being done. But going to the laundry room every 10 minutes to check if the laundry has been picked up so I can throw my stinky shit into the washer and the washer is still occupied? OH HELL NO. That pisses me off. What makes people think that they can just leave it in there? Next time, I'm gonna throw their stuff into the dryer and squirt ketchup in it.

I love... sorting out my colors.
So, the only times I ever do my laundry is when I have a SHITLOAD OF LAUNDRY. So, I usually have enough clothes to do two loads. Which means I can choose what colors to put into the machine. Of course, blacks and colors go together and whites and pastel colors go together. I think I have some OCD because I sit there and wonder if the loads will be equal and take clothes out one pile and put it on another, even if it's not totally matching in category. "It's sorta dark..." But whatever, I'm weird, this is fun.

But I hate... dropping my fucking clothes.
I tend to be impatient when transferring my clothes from the washer to the dryer. So I grab a big ass pile of wet clothes and try to shove it into the dryer asap. But it usually ends up too big for me to handle and I drop something, like a sock or a shirt. PISSES ME OFF. I just got it clean and it fell on the fucking floor. Of course, it's my fault, but whatever. Still pisses me off. I end up just throwing it into the dryer. Haha, lazy.

I love... putting on warm clothes.
You know what I'm talking about. The clothes right out of the drying, smelling so clean and fresh and WARM. Every time I do laundry, I always put on an article of clothing. If I'm out in public, I put on a sweater or a shirt over my shirt. If I'm in private... OMG, I take off everything and put on nice warm clothes. Seriously, strip down and put on every article of clothing. It's like heaven.

I hate... burning.
Okay, so I realized that putting on every article of clothing is really bad. Especially if it starts to BURN. I just did it not that long ago, and omfg, the metal parts of my jeans (the little rivets and stuff) started sizzling against my thigh. It's not a fun feeling. I start sweating and making my clothes dirty again. I can't imagine what it would be like for a guy. I suggest you don't put on hot underwear on if you don't want your girlfriend to laugh at you. A burned peen is hilarious.

Alright, my laundry probably has been done for like 10 minutes. Oh well, it only pisses me off when OTHER people do it. I don't care if I do it. Do as I say, not as I do. Peace.

Edit: Blogger's HTML is an epic fail. I spent more time changing the HTML to make it look right than writing the actual post. I have a slight perfectionist personality. :[