ky to cali
you know this LJ thing is addictive; ever since i last updated, i have been writing journal entries in my mind, but for whatever reason, i haven't been able to type them into the computer (i.e. i am on the airplane, am 2 seconds from falling asleep, am showering, etc.)
so now that i sit down to write, of course i feel i have nothing to say.
yesterday (was it really only yesterday?), i visited manual to drop off a request for a transcript (darn, i forgot to call ms.lampton today...oops). yes, we all thought the days of counselor recommendations were over, but see my previous comments about mr. schwarzenegger's his tuition increases to see why they are not over for me. in the counselor's office, there was this new dude who replaced nelson. he was really nice and gave me a post-it to put on my envelope so I could slide it under Ms. Lampton's door. i hope she doesn't step on it. i also talked to zwanzig, who seemed pretty happy, except he mentioned that people seem to drop by and see him less and less often...*gutteral(sp?) clearing of throat*...*cough GO cough VISIT cough ZWANZIG cough WHEN YOU ARE HOME cough cough*
i had this GSI (aka TA) last semester who, when he used way too many words to explain something, apologize for having "diarrhea of the mouth." Classic expression, don't you think? And a disorder to which I will claim to have fallen, at least in this entry, if not chronically. *sigh*
okay, cut to zwanzig and i walking out into the warm (read: 50 degrees) afternoon. we parted ways. i proceeded to Fourth Street to visit Supraja (in her apt.), but she was ignoring my phone calls, so i thought i'd find a u of l hang out. i first walked into a convenience store, which gave me a fascinating insight into the problem of obesity in this country. However, the store was deserted, so I left. I knew I'd found it when I stepped into the next establishment: THE u of l hot spot on tuesday afternoon at 3:49 pm was Gray's Bookstore. Rarely can even the best frat parties boast of the high density of people at Gray's. Figuring I'd run into someone from high school, I checked my backpack with the cops at the door (see? i told you it was better than a frat party! cops INside the place, not just outside!). I cruised the aisles, checking out eraser tips and...suddenly, i heard a familiar voice: "Anne!" It was none other than Supraja's very own roommate, my good friend Sowmya. We ditched that miserable party (well, now, really, it's quite inhibiting to have all those books and cops around) and went up to sowmya's (and supraja's) room. i chilled for a couple hours, having fun watching supraja & friend frantically make phone calls to indian restaurants to get price quotes on something called samosas for a dance party (which was sowmya's idea, if you can believe that...maybe her dance w/ sudip inspired her, we'll never know). supraja was having a heckuva time trying to get this guy to cut the size of her samosas in half so she could order half the number at half the cost. made a great deal of sense to ME, but apparently not to this guy on the phone. supraja can do a very good impersonation of a middle aged indian male. you should ask her to show you sometime. and don't worry; Supraja made sure the guy wasn't listening before she impersonated him. (luv you supraja :))
other stuff ensued and then i bugged out for dinner. i'm not sure what i did until 4:20 am. But at 4:20 am, I finished packing and went to bed. at 4:30 am, my mother tried to wake me up. at 5:00 am, i actually woke up and my mother and i hauled our butts and our luggage to the airport, my mother flying to minnesota for my grandma's funeral and me flying to dallas, en route to oakland. if you ever go to dallas, don't buy a biscuit from the popeye's near gate A11. for a good hour, i was convinced i was going to hurl right there in the shuttle I was taking to san fran from oakland. it probably didn't help that the driver was worse than a new york taxi driver. i consistently stepped on the imaginary brakes at my feet a full 2 seconds before him; and that was me braking in panic! i finally stumbled out of the van 15 minutes before the meeting of the UC Regents (read: ppl who raise or don't raise my tuition) which i was about to attend. After having five granola bars confiscated by one of eight police officers ("no eating allowed" i'm so NOT kidding), I was cleared for entry. I met up with my the president of my out-of-state/international diversity club. The public comment period usually allows speakers 3 minutes, but we were informed that we would have only a whopping 1 1/2 minutes to make our points. I cut out the middle half of my speech while listening to some UC clerical workers who were angry about below-poverty line salaries. Mr. Club President gave what i thought was actually an excellent speech, pointing out that UC is the most expensive public university for out-of-state (oos) students and also offers the least financial aid. after another girl, i walked to the microphone to read my speech. (sorry, no memorization here.) the speech went okay, except that halfway through, my right leg, onto which i had placed most of my weight, began shaking uncontrollably. so i began debating whether it would be better for my whole body to twitch slightly in response, or if i should attempt to transfer weight to the other leg, in which case, my right leg would shake alone, and perhaps stick out more obviously. i stayed on my right leg. oh yeah, and my speech got cut off to, due to that 1 1/2 minute rule. i was just about to say "as much as fee increases are irritating and make us feel unloved, out-of-state students love this university" only i got cut off at "irritating" so i hope that's not the word i left with all those regents. c'est la vie. (is that right?)
gawd, this entry is long. it's okay though. i appreciate don diego's long entries, because they make even mine look short. thanks, todd. oh yeah, and mr. zwanzig says hi to everyone & good luck with the semester. even HSU ppl. he says he remembers HSU people, too.
so now that i sit down to write, of course i feel i have nothing to say.
yesterday (was it really only yesterday?), i visited manual to drop off a request for a transcript (darn, i forgot to call ms.lampton today...oops). yes, we all thought the days of counselor recommendations were over, but see my previous comments about mr. schwarzenegger's his tuition increases to see why they are not over for me. in the counselor's office, there was this new dude who replaced nelson. he was really nice and gave me a post-it to put on my envelope so I could slide it under Ms. Lampton's door. i hope she doesn't step on it. i also talked to zwanzig, who seemed pretty happy, except he mentioned that people seem to drop by and see him less and less often...*gutteral(sp?) clearing of throat*...*cough GO cough VISIT cough ZWANZIG cough WHEN YOU ARE HOME cough cough*
i had this GSI (aka TA) last semester who, when he used way too many words to explain something, apologize for having "diarrhea of the mouth." Classic expression, don't you think? And a disorder to which I will claim to have fallen, at least in this entry, if not chronically. *sigh*
okay, cut to zwanzig and i walking out into the warm (read: 50 degrees) afternoon. we parted ways. i proceeded to Fourth Street to visit Supraja (in her apt.), but she was ignoring my phone calls, so i thought i'd find a u of l hang out. i first walked into a convenience store, which gave me a fascinating insight into the problem of obesity in this country. However, the store was deserted, so I left. I knew I'd found it when I stepped into the next establishment: THE u of l hot spot on tuesday afternoon at 3:49 pm was Gray's Bookstore. Rarely can even the best frat parties boast of the high density of people at Gray's. Figuring I'd run into someone from high school, I checked my backpack with the cops at the door (see? i told you it was better than a frat party! cops INside the place, not just outside!). I cruised the aisles, checking out eraser tips and...suddenly, i heard a familiar voice: "Anne!" It was none other than Supraja's very own roommate, my good friend Sowmya. We ditched that miserable party (well, now, really, it's quite inhibiting to have all those books and cops around) and went up to sowmya's (and supraja's) room. i chilled for a couple hours, having fun watching supraja & friend frantically make phone calls to indian restaurants to get price quotes on something called samosas for a dance party (which was sowmya's idea, if you can believe that...maybe her dance w/ sudip inspired her, we'll never know). supraja was having a heckuva time trying to get this guy to cut the size of her samosas in half so she could order half the number at half the cost. made a great deal of sense to ME, but apparently not to this guy on the phone. supraja can do a very good impersonation of a middle aged indian male. you should ask her to show you sometime. and don't worry; Supraja made sure the guy wasn't listening before she impersonated him. (luv you supraja :))
other stuff ensued and then i bugged out for dinner. i'm not sure what i did until 4:20 am. But at 4:20 am, I finished packing and went to bed. at 4:30 am, my mother tried to wake me up. at 5:00 am, i actually woke up and my mother and i hauled our butts and our luggage to the airport, my mother flying to minnesota for my grandma's funeral and me flying to dallas, en route to oakland. if you ever go to dallas, don't buy a biscuit from the popeye's near gate A11. for a good hour, i was convinced i was going to hurl right there in the shuttle I was taking to san fran from oakland. it probably didn't help that the driver was worse than a new york taxi driver. i consistently stepped on the imaginary brakes at my feet a full 2 seconds before him; and that was me braking in panic! i finally stumbled out of the van 15 minutes before the meeting of the UC Regents (read: ppl who raise or don't raise my tuition) which i was about to attend. After having five granola bars confiscated by one of eight police officers ("no eating allowed" i'm so NOT kidding), I was cleared for entry. I met up with my the president of my out-of-state/international diversity club. The public comment period usually allows speakers 3 minutes, but we were informed that we would have only a whopping 1 1/2 minutes to make our points. I cut out the middle half of my speech while listening to some UC clerical workers who were angry about below-poverty line salaries. Mr. Club President gave what i thought was actually an excellent speech, pointing out that UC is the most expensive public university for out-of-state (oos) students and also offers the least financial aid. after another girl, i walked to the microphone to read my speech. (sorry, no memorization here.) the speech went okay, except that halfway through, my right leg, onto which i had placed most of my weight, began shaking uncontrollably. so i began debating whether it would be better for my whole body to twitch slightly in response, or if i should attempt to transfer weight to the other leg, in which case, my right leg would shake alone, and perhaps stick out more obviously. i stayed on my right leg. oh yeah, and my speech got cut off to, due to that 1 1/2 minute rule. i was just about to say "as much as fee increases are irritating and make us feel unloved, out-of-state students love this university" only i got cut off at "irritating" so i hope that's not the word i left with all those regents. c'est la vie. (is that right?)
gawd, this entry is long. it's okay though. i appreciate don diego's long entries, because they make even mine look short. thanks, todd. oh yeah, and mr. zwanzig says hi to everyone & good luck with the semester. even HSU ppl. he says he remembers HSU people, too.