Wild COLD has appeared!

Go, IMMUNE SYSTEM!

What will IMMUNE SYSTEM do?

IMMUNE SYSTEM used GTFO!

It’s not very effective…

COLD used RUNNY NOSE!

Dripped 8 time(s)!

Select “RUN”

Can’t escape!

COLD used EARACHE!

It’s super #@(*ing painful!

Select “BAG” –> “BALLS” –> “Poké Ball”

SCREWED OVER TRAINER used Poké Ball!

Gotcha! COLD was caught!

COLD’s data was added to the Pokédex.

Give the captured COLD a nickname?

JERK was sent to SCREWED OVER TRAINER’s body.

说好了不回头不想承诺
缘份尽了你别过头
如果还有什么值得我逗留
我想是你爱过我
只是路无尽头都是路过
什么感受我能带走
眼泪可以不流心碎不能救
看我能否得自由当我松开你的手
一些风沙哽住眼眸
爱你最后一幕却模糊带过
不让疼痛有路追究
我不后悔我曾爱过
只是天涯从此寂寞
远去的渡口彼岸的灯火
人在河流只许漂泊
我不后悔被你爱过
只是不能爱到最后
短暂的幸福拥有就足够
只要舍得就会快乐会快乐

I tried Tumblr. It’s cute, but it’s definitely nowhere as cool as WordPress. So, hi. I’ve missed you. I need a root canal.

I went to the dentist and thought about Sailor Moon cards. Do you remember those? A bunch of shops in Chinatown had them. You’d put in some quarters, spin the white gear-thing, and a holofoil card/sticker would come out. I think I had about 64 of those in a pink wallet … until some girls at school convinced me to give them up in exchange for their friendship. I got the short end of the stick in that deal, I guess.

Does sleeping earlier cause you to remember random childhood memories more vividly? I always thought it was the other way around. Your mind can travel into some weird territory at 4AM. I don’t know. You decide.

Ugh, I just ate a bunch of mini marshmallows and a fish oil softgel. Wow, it’s even more disgusting when I write it out.

We’re all in this together! No, just kidding. This ain’t no High School Musical spoof soundtrack. These eight songs embody my experience as a first year college student. Some phrases that come to mind about said experience: grueling, tired as hell, late nights, pancakes, barging in, loss/gain, more pancakes, creepiness, restraint, rip, overload. And just two (2) all-nighters! One unintentional (pearl milk tea-induced), one pre-planned (history paper-induced). So it goes. Enjoy the music.

COLLEGE: VOLUME ONE
8 songs ; 0hr 30min 11sec ; 48.5 MB
http://www.box.net/shared/8y8y07zy9k

• Umbrellas – The City Lights
• The National – Brainy
• Papercuts – Future Primitive
• Dr. Dog – Heart It Races (Architecture in Helsinki cover)
• Oh No Oh My – Be A Star
• Lady GaGa – Just Dance
• Steso Songs – The Worse
• Elvis Perkins – Chains, Chains, Chains

Thank you, Swedesplease and sixeyes for your unending reservoirs of good listenin’. And Jasmine for the Lady GaGa song. JUST DANCE. Seriously, that’s all I listened to while preparing for my math final. And it paid off. Spin that record, babe! Around the y-axis.

You know who’s attractive? Bradley Cooper. That is all.

Hey there, people who read this! I’ve got a love mix for you, a month after Valentine’s Day. We all know that March 14, however, is the real day for lovers. It’s Pi Day, after all! Please enjoy and support the artists you like in the playlist by purchasing their albums and merch. Also, eat some pie while you listen. My favorite is banana creme from Nation’s. IT’S GOT TO BE NATION’S! (it’s got to be nations!)

RETURN TO SENDER
17 songs ; 1hr 7min 41sec ; 97.3 MB
http://www.box.net/shared/ytygtnxp9b

• LAZY EYE (JIMMY TAMBORELLO ACCORDIAN MIX) silversun pickups
• WOULD YOU richard swift
• BRANDY ALEXANDER feist
• COMPUTER CAMP LOVE datarock
• DEATH OF A TUNE the hidden cameras
• MODERN MYSTERY someone still loves you boris yeltsin
• SLEEPY TIGERS her space holiday
• ISLANDS IN THE STREAM constantines & feist
• I’LL CATCH YOU rocky votolato
• BE GENTLE WITH ME the boy least likely to
• MY COCO stellastarr*
• SLOW SHOW (DAYTROTTER SESSION) the national
• I NEVER rilo kiley
• SHELTER ray lamontagne
• YOU ARE THE LIGHT (BY WHICH I TRAVEL INTO THIS AND THAT) jens lekman
• SOUVERIAN andrew bird
• WAIT FOR LOVE (YOU KNOW YOU WILL) josh ritter

It’s okay, though. This spicy vegetarian basil fried rice is still quite good sans egg. A pleasant surprise. Makes up for that way-too-sweet white chocolate mousse earlier. I guess I should’ve known what I was getting into with that whipped diabetes, though. I’ll stick to regular chocolate mousse. Actually, you know, I’m not even supposed to have chocolate because it’s got caffeine. Last week, I drank a cup of tapioca milk tea and stayed up the whole night without actually wanting to. There was hysterical crying at around 5:00 AM. And then a 15-minute nap at 7:00. And chem lab at 8:00. And more hysterical crying. Just general hysteria from sleep deprivation.

(Wait, so there IS egg in here. It’s just chopped up into little pieces. Okay, why wouldn’t it be? It usually is. The menu pictures were misleading me to believe that it was going to be a fried, sunny side up egg. Mmm. Biting into the crispy yolk. Wa-pow.)

See, when all these little things happen to you and you feel so miserable, you really want to curl up in a little ball in the corner while it’s happening. But then, it’s over, and you have a new story to tell people. When you laugh so hard that you pee all over yourself in the middle of a playground, that’s embarassing. But if you wait 11 years to retell it, then it’s all the rage.

Why do you want to pee when you touch warm water? What’s that all about? Someone tell me before I have to go find out for myself. I should be a urologist.

Hihihihi. I’ve missed you a lot. You were my go to place for mind-spamming out loud. And then the posts got more and more sporadic. But I’ve learned that nothing beats you. Not even Twitter. You can’t mind-spam aloud in 140 characters or less. You just can’t.

See, you can’t paragraph break in Twitter, either. Or in Facebook status updates. So, suck it.

Did I tell you I actually got a domain name? Yeah. I started blogging there using this cute little platform called Chyrp. And then, I stopped. SO GOES THE CYCLE OF BLOGGING. That’s what also happened to my Livejournal.

But I’m still attached to you. It makes me smile when I see a new e-mail in my inbox notifying me that some cool person has commented on a Mark As Read entry from a long, long time ago. Today, it was the “Al Gore Does Not Celebrate Global Warming” entry. A few weeks ago, it was the post about Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series. Oh, blog.

In other news, it’s almost SPRING BREAK! And you know what that means: hours upon hours of online tv-watching / manga reading / video game playing (hopefully on a newly purchased DS, but I also need a new computer monitor, so it depends whether I succumb to temptation or adhere to practicality) / Chinese-learning / maybe even some blogging? And picture taking. I haven’t taken a picture in months. I know, right. What the hell.

Well, this is an incredibly uninteresting entry. Here are some chemistry jokes:

Q: What did one region of high electron concentration say to the other?
A: It’s best that we stay VSEPRated!

Q: Where do non-superimposable molecules go when they have back pain?
A: The chiral-practor.

Q: Why should you spend time thinking up chem jokes instead of actually studying for chem?
A: Because life is too short not to. And even if life wasn’t so short and we could have Noah-length lives, you wouldn’t want to look back when you’re 492 and think to yourself, “Well, those first 450 years were kinda lame. I didn’t make one single joke about chemistry.” And by that point, you’d only have about 8 more years to live. You would spend every waking moment trying to think of chem jokes, which will bring you nothing but long nights and non-laughing audiences because we all know the most contrived jokes come when you’re simply trying too hard. (You can tell what condition I was in when those two jokes above were concocted. It wasn’t pretty.)

“And that’s why you don’t try to teach lessons to your father!“

So, I got a C+ on my calculus midterm. On one hand, I was happy I didn’t fail. On the other hand, it’s a C+. With a curve. Without one, I would’ve failed. But these are not the kinds of things I want to read about when I inevitably abandon this blog for years and years only to return on my laptop during a nuclear holocaust because there’s going to be nothing else to do in my bomb shelter except open cans of peas and sweet corn. I haven’t quite come to terms yet, but all the wonderful Voices of Reason around me say that basically

• it’s your first midterm!
• so, don’t worry
• you’re going to be okay
• just study hard for the next one
• and you’ll be fine

And it means a lot to me, even if they don’t really mean it. But I think they do. Midterm season has given me a great opportunity to hone my punning skills, which have gotten somewhat rusty.

1. I just got midterminated, but I’ll be bachhhh.
2. I’m suffering from a midterminal disease.

That’s all so far, but those are pretty good, right? …Right? I NEED YOUR AFFIRMATION. LOVE MEEEEEE.

I have this sheet (two shetes stapled together, actually) of Dwight quotes in 12pt Times New Roman that I printed out last year with my illegal copy of Microsoft Word 2003. (More suspicious keyword search referrals? [I really like parenthetical asides. I don't know if that's how you spell parenthetical. Dictionary.com tells me it's right, so I'll believe it is so. Uh oh, I should get to class now.]) I found it in my backpack today after class. It made me feel all right. Those quotes always seem to pop up in the strangest places when I’m feeling a little down in da dumps.

First rule in roadside beet sales: put the most attractive beets on top. The ones that make you pull the car over and go, “Wow, I need this beet right now.” Those are the money beets.

There’s nothing on my horizon except everything. Everything is on my horizon.

I’m excited. The last show I went to was Summer Thing. In GGP. Free. Deja vu! But first, midterms. Not so much. It’s weird having to think about math 5 days a week, like before. Wait, 4. Berkeley weather is schizo, but I shouldn’t be surprised because I hail from the Land of 4 Seasons in a Day. Land Before Time?! Dude, it’s so cool how you can make this text input box bigger. I heart WordPress. I also heart four-hour conversations (7:00 – 11:00, specifically) on the bench outside, in the dark, in the cold, in front of the building about

• calculus now and how it’s so inferior to the calculus of days past
• illegal file-sharing, serials, cracks (let the search keywords pour in)
• race and politics
• THOMAS!

I usually shy away fron talking about politics because my insight on current events and the complexities of political issues could be better. Will be better! I wrote about this on LiveJournal many months ago. Life is bland and boring when you don’t have an opinion, unfulfilling when you don’t take advantage of your right to have one. Stand for nothing, fall for anything. I’ve never really reflected on the kind of life I want to have outside of possible career options (see: professional speedwalker), but I know that it’ll be a waste if I don’t do something meaningful. What is meaningful? What is this, Seminar II?

[Interrupted by laundry-folding.]