oy vey.
last night was fun, i only got like 3 hours of sleep, and had to wake up at 7.45 to get to berkeley for orientation. so i got up, brushed my teeth with this nasty licorice toothpaste i found in the bathroom, only to later be told that there was crest in a basket on the counter, and so i went back and re-brushed with that. then i did my makeup, my dad came and anya and i went to berkeley high. we looked like hell ans were totally tired and so we went up to starbucks, since we had soem time to spare and i got chai and she got some coffe drink. we walked down to BHS, saw lots of kids milling around, i saw some people from my old school who i really did not like, but i didn't have to talk to, thank god. then we saw ari, and we talked to him and we got in line, and anya realized that she didn't have the papers she needed, and so she called her mom and had her bring the down, and then we waited in line. and waited. and waited. and waited more. and then waited some more. and this weird skinhead was staring at me and anya for the whole time and we were like "uhhhh..." and then after about 3 hours we made it to the doors, hooray! and so we waited a bit more, got told to get into a single file line, and then got into the building where we turned in forms, got our pictures taken (i look atrocious), got organizers, etc. and then i went and got my schedual which is good for the most part aside from me getting 0 period (7.45 or some shit like that), but that is okay, becuase it is photography, and i have it with anya, and i also have spanish with her. i have badmitton too! SCORE. then anya and i walked back up to shattuck and went to tullys and i got a diet coke and a slice of banna bread and then anay's mom came and i got on bart to go to rockridge and get picked up. well, i get on bart, after digging through my bag for about 20 minutes because the damn machine would only take coins, and then i go and get on my train, which i needed to get off of and transfer at macarthur. well i get on and sit down and right next to me is this huge french family, and the littlest kid was crying a LOT and the parents just kept telling him to stop, and i was just watching them for like 2 stops, and then i stopped and just looked out the window. and then we are at 19th street and i go "hmm, i could have sworn that macarthur was before this.oh well" and then city center. same thing. and then west oakland, same thing. and then we go into a tunnel, and i'm like "i didn't remember there being a tunnel before macarthur" and then i realize that we are in the tube, underwater, going to san fransisco, and i flip the hell out. i got off at embarcadero, call my mom, who was waiting at rockridge and tell her what happened, waited for a pistburg/baypoint train, which takes like 15 minutes, get on, and finnally get home. it was so bad. if that damn family had just been nicer to their kid, all could have been avoided. oy vey. i have been drinking coke like nobodies business. i need to sleep. agh. crashing.