My life in chains
After waking up at 11 am and delivering my sister's lunch, I spent the rest of the day relishing and using every last moment of my winter break to the fullest (My mom was too lazy to drive me back to the dorm. I was too lazy to take the BART). In other words, I watched TV.

I sat myself down in my parents' bedroom where they had the black box--the box containing the link to digital TV. Somehow I was able to find the movie Ma Vie en Rose on Bravo. A sad, tragic story about a little boy who is simply unaccepted in society because he wants to wear a pretty pink dress. Now what is wrong with that? I had watched this same movie three years earlier on my trip to France. My sister and I had the hotel room to ourselves and were flipping through the French channels (bypassing all the soccer games...coincidentially the World Cup was occuring the same time in Paris and the X-rated movies...). Of course, we could not understand a single bit of French. And there it was--Ma Vie en Rose. Dan (surprise, surprise) suddenly walked into the room. His face filled with boredom. Tsk, a lack of appreciation for quality.

Later today, I had the weirdest dream about it. Somehow the movie had extended to include a part of a story where a girl crushing on Ludo is rejected. She immediately went to her estate (her family is quite wealthy...almost to the point of the Versailles Palace) and submerges herself in a 3 foot pool. She lies under the water for nearly five minutes when her parents come along. Her mother shrieks and drags the girl out of the pool. The girl exclaims in French and the yellow subtitles below says, "Let me go!!! I want to go back to the water!!!" Her mother is unwilling. In a huff, she walks away from the pool...through the courtyard...into the building. The camera turns back to the startled parents who discover in the courtyard a ready funeral posession. The crowd consists mostly of oblivious children. They begin playing funeral music as the parents enter. The mother faints. Then two young girls with a bunch of roses dance over to the frantic husband. Two small signs are attached to their roses--$6. [Now you gotta wonder why a $ would be in French...but this my dream!].

Ma Vie en Rose nonetheless was a good movie although I did watch Mimic alongside of it when my short attention span got tired of the yellow subtitles.

And my dad wouldn't drive me back to my dorm. I have been putting it off going back for so long. First, getting out my wisdom teeth (--> puffy cheeks, an unsightly sight in public) stalled my return for about a week. Then a certain aspect of laziness. Then Xing moving the outing to Saturday. Then the parents. Blaarf.

Yesterday night, I spent time with Alan helping him on his calculus project. I felt a bit guilty that I hadn't solved it when I had looked at the problem for the longest time. Yet...the longest time was also the time when I was distracted. :) My highlight of the day was Alan's thank you. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sniff, it was just so sweet and cute.