My sister complained that I was writing weird. Tsk tsk. Writing weird is the purpose of a "journal"! Maybe I shouldn't tell her to look at this anymore. I think it was the part where I commented on her life that freaked her out. :)

So therefore, I shall write a "normal" entry. That is, a run-down of my day. I think I am an emotional rollercoaster mostly based on the sine curve.

START: normal entry

I woke up today in my own bed at home. Disoriented as always. Just like the main character in the movie, Fight Club. My mom bursted in my room demanding to know why I was still squeezing my eyes in the bright daylight. I simply like to sleep.

Around 3 PM, I drove down to the BART station and took the train to Downtown Berkeley. It was the usual dangerous journey--insane passengers shouting the daily obscenties. Alas, the rut of public transportation.
I walked all the way back to my dorm to get my student ID. Stupidly, yesterday I had forgotten it. I went back to the dorm to get my glasses, but I still didn't get my ID. Anyway, along the way there, I kept hoping to see a florist. I wanted to get a flowers for Anthony, but unfortunately I didn't see any. After an unsteady hello to my roommate, I left the dorm and began another journey down Piedmont. How much I disliked walking down Piedmont! I realized when I saw many people with yellow and blue that the Washington vs. Cal football game was going on. One party had a car blaring the play by play of the game. At that time, both schools were tied at 14 points. Later though CAL lost by four points. Well now.
I suddenly got lost in thoughts and began enjoying the warm sunshine on my skin. However, my dislike of walking on Piedmont returned when I passed a certain fraternity. There were cups scattered everywhere. Then there was an inconspicuous empty can of beer. Two guys sharing some object in a paper bag passed by me. Somehow the stench reached my nose. EW!
Finally I reached my destionation--Alston's housing residence. I stood outside the residence for nearly fifteen minutes deciding whether I should suddenly appear thirty minutes early or not. The previous day, my mother lectured me on how I was always giving too much...or at least doing too much. Am I too loyal? Perhaps.
Finally out of impatience of my anxiety, I rang the doorbell. Surprisngly a resident came down and open the door for me without saying a word--not even questioning why I was there. I went up to the second floor and exclaimed, "I am suddenly here!"
Alston looked surprised. Early again. "It's not even five!!!!" he sputtered. "Am I late?"
I laughed. Sheeesh...people. Then we took another dangerous journey on the BART back home. My home. Alas, it was the punishment of Chinese food. Alston certainly missed it. However, my parents were their usual embarassing selves. But then...maybe it's only embarrassing to me. Perhaps constant questioning about Alston's allergies is normal. "Do you get hives often?" my mom asked increduously when she remembered he was allergic to nuts.
Then being my usuall too-nice self, I drove him all the way back to his residence. Bleh. Fortunately, my inferiority complex didn't strike again.

I could only keep myself awake with my sister's CD--the CD that I had burned for her. I put some of the techno/trance music to fill up the last few minutes. Yet my sister disliked the only track that I liked listening too--Tetsuya Rave Factory's Boy Meets Girl. Oh the irony. I think it should be Girl Meets Boy, because in my life, when was the last time that a guy met me? END: normal entry (doesn't seem normal enough!!!!)