Something is rotten in the state of Doe...

Or, at least, that's what Prathna and I decided earlier today when we graced Doe Library with our presence. See, first they steal my study room, then they MOVE MARK TWAIN. He's no longer by the stairs. Now he's by Morrison Reading Room. What the HECK is he doing there? What reason could he possibly have for being by the Morrison Reading Room? Poor guy...he had no say in the matter.

What is up with Doe lately? Why does it seem like they got some manic interior decorator who just wants to change everything around until we're dizzy? Next thing you know, they're going to be hanging plants around to give it a "Jungle Theme."

Damn it, I want my reading room back. I've been having to go to Moffit. MOFFIT! I never go to Moffit!!! I can never get anything done there. This whole situation is just too, too sad.

So, the Decal seems to be going well so far. Apparently, everyone liked the new thing we did where we split them off into groups. I don't know, though. I feel like the students expect us to know everything about Jane Austen and her writing, which we obviously don't. But very few of them say anything in class, so how can we have a discussion? *sighs* We keep calling on Dani and Puja, who do a great job, but then no one else speaks.

God, I have so much to do. Maybe I'll get started on my next essay ahead of time, that way I can just work on reading next week. But then...I'm behind in reading for THIS week, too, so I should probably work on that. But if I don't work on--*slowly getting dizzy* Okay, I should probably go do some of my mountain of homework which has recently reached Everest proportions rather than sitting here writing about all of it. *sighs*

Muah!

It all started when Devi and I decided to do our laundry...

So, we went to Eric's place, cuz the washers and dryers there are cheaper than the place on Shattuck. Everything was great until we decided to get some food. On the way to the Asian Ghetto, I decided that I would just get a Sobe, but Eric and Devi both wanted Steve's BBQ. And that's where our fun really began.

I bought a Sobe and Eric was wavering over whether or not to get a Gatorade. So, he asked the guy behind the counter how much one was while holding a dollar fifty in his hand. Suddenly, the guy leaned over the counter, grabbed the dollar bill and started yelling, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Eric became very flustered and shook his head, refusing to let go of the dollar. "No, no. I just want to know how MUCH it is."

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Again, Eric tried to explain, but eventually gave up and let go. A beautific smile appeared on the man's face and he said, "One dollar. Special today!" We then left. With Eric's Gatorade.

Later in the evening, Devika, Eric and I walked down to the car, which was in the parking lot across from Unit 1. I opened the trunk and put my laundry basket in and left the top up so that Devi and Eric could put there stuff in it. Then I stepped away, sillily trusting that they could do so successfully. But when Eric tried to cut Devika off on her expedition to the trunk, Devika got the brilliant idea to sit on the bumper to take off her backpack. Unfortunately, the backpack was so stuffed that she ended up being pulled backwards INTO the trunk. Where she sat, stuck, for about a full minute before Eric and I could stop laughing and pull her out.

One good thing that happened tonight was that we found a ROCKING CHAIR!!!!! For free!!!! It was just sitting there, calling to us. So, we went scavenging! Unfortunately, Eric was forced to carry our find up to our living room. *winces* Sorry Eric!

So that was my day! Now I shall leave you with the following deep thought: "I don't like to live my life by bus schedules."

So, Eric and I went to the French library yesterday and he happened to mention that he was looking for a quiet place to study. Well, OF COURSE I decided to tell him all about my favorite study room in Doe! (I love telling people about the North Reading Room.) And when the French library was closed, I offered to show him where it was.

We head on over and I'm extoling the virtues of the North Reading Room, and we get upstairs...And the reading room is closed for renovation. RENOVATION! Until DECEMBER!!! That's this whoooooole semester!!!! What am I gonna do?????? Where am I gonna study? I'll never get anything done! I'll fail all my classes!

And the UC Regents are the ones to blame! Spending money renovating a room that doesn't need to be renovated when they could be lowering our fees!!!!!!

*sniffles* I'm doomed.

Eric, of course, thought it was pretty funny. He just doesn't understand what a TRAVESTY this is!!!! : (

*shakes fist at UC Regents* GIVE ME BACK MY STUDY ROOM!

Ha! I thought of something good that happened! Remember the guy I told you about? That I hugged? The one with the hat? Well, when I asked him, he let me wear his hat!!!! It was so cool! I don't know why I enjoyed it so much. Probably because no one else got to wear the hat. Course...I bet no one else asked. *shrugs* Whatever, it was still awesome. ^_^

I keep finding myself slipping into this frame of mind where I have to chat to fill the silence. It's quite strange, really. But I've been doing it all the time recently. Every time there is a silence in the air, I fill it with noise. I think I'm beginning to annoy people. Or maybe I've always been this way and I've just never noticed? Dunno.

*shrugs* Oh well. No need to dwell on it.

Last night I went to a party with Danica. It was pretty fun...well...most of it was. There were some surreal parts. Like, where I hugged this completely sober guy (whose hat I was obsessing over) cuz he helped me find Danica and he just kind looked at me like I was crazy. Well...not so much "surreal" as EMBARASSING. But...c'est la vie.

God, this is a depressing post!!! I need to liven it up a bit!!!

Okay, let's see...something funny that's happened to me recently...Ummm...Okay...Yeah. Well...Hmm. Time to end the charade.

*Muah*

All right! First week of school is OVER! So exciting. *sighs contentedly*

A lot of interesting developments revolving around my academic career have popped up this week. For example, I'm changing my schedule slightly, and then I'll have a class with Dani!!! Yay! But here's the most exciting part: I'm going to be DECLARING!!!

I am overjoyed! I can hardly contain my excitment! *squeals* I feel better now.

Last night, I went to see Garden State with Jordan and it is one of my new favorite movies. SOOOOOO good. The way Zach Braff portrays the absurdity of life, is hilarious. I love that man. I think I'll propose marriage on his blog. Don't worry. I'm just kidding. Oh, but not about the blog. He really does have one: http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/blog/

So, we get to the theater, and we're standing in line for a while, just talking. And suddenly, I hear a couple of guys in the booth calling for the next customers. And they just kept calling. It was kinda odd, considering the line was pretty long. Then, we (and three people ahead of us) realized that the group at the front of the "line" was just an overly large group of teenagers standing around and yakking. So, we all grumbled and moved the line out of the actually LINE (the roped off aisle) and went to stand in front of the box office. Unconcerned, the teens continued to take up valuable line space and didn't even break the flow of their conversation.

Then, after we buy our tickets, Jordan and I head on in. But when the usher checked our tickets, she gave us different directions, so I checked mine and for some INEXPLICABLE reason, the guy in the box office had sold me a ticket to Napolean Dynami. What the hell? How do you get "Napolean Dynami" out of "Garden State"??

Ignoring this grievous error-I just didn't want to have to find the line again-we found our seats and waited for the show to begin. We were pretty early-parking was amazingly easy to find-so we just sat around talking and lapsed into silence every now and then. It was during one of these silences that I began to notice our fellow movie lovers, and was greeted by the most horrifying sight a single woman can see when she's out with a male friend: Couples. We were surrounded. There was no escape. And they were all giggling and cuddling. One pair was even DANCING. Like, waltzing. Well, that was kinda cute. I liked them. ^_^ (That is, until the guy's cell phone kept going off during the movie. Then I didn't like him anymore. *glares*)

Jordan, of course, was unaffected. Guys don't care. It's only when you're a neurotic female (like ME!) that you actually concern yourself over the cuddling going on around you.

Frantically, I began scanning the theater for any groups of people that weren't paired off aside from Jordan and myself. I only found one: two teenage girls behind us. The only reason I noticed them was that they were yelling directly behind my head. Nothing too obnoxious really, just getting a little excited about whatever it was they were talking about. But that's why I caught part of their conversation.

Apparently, they were having some sort of argument, because one of them suddenly shouted "What ever happened to us being SPONTANEOUS, huh?? Isn't that what you're always saying? Take a chance? What's that French phrase you're always throwing at me? What is it..." I knew they couldn't possibly mean the phrase that immediately sprang to mind. They couldn't possibly. But obviously, despite two years of reasonably well-completed college education, I know NOTHING. "What is it? Oh yeah. Carpe diem!" They then proceeded on with the conversation, but, lost in my horror, I was no longer listening.

Carpe diem. CARPE DIEM!!! Come on people!!! All I could think was, "Please tell me they don't go to Berkeley. Please tell me they couldn't possibly have gotten into Berkeley mistaking the most famous of Latin phrases for FRENCH."

Needless to say, I tuned them out as best I could for the rest of the night. But the night just got better and better.

A blonde woman of amazon proportions sat in front of me (of course not Jordan, who is about six feet tall. No no, she had to sit in front of the midget), blocking out a semi-circle at the bottom of the screen. But after a few minutes of fuming, I stopped worrying about it. I was too busy empathizing with her. She was suffering something far more heinous: She had come to the movie with a couple. She just kinda sat there with no one to talk to for the ten minutes before the previews while the girl and guy she came with giggled and cuddled right next to her. So, I forgave her for blocking part of my screen.



Wow, this post is really long. Sorry. *winces* Seriously, if you haven't seen it, GO SEE GARDEN STATE! You'll love it. I promise. Toodles! *Muah*