Okay, so REM's "Everybody hurts" is playing again...
The music video comes to mind.

Copy machines make my fingers hurt. Then the papers that come out are devilish enough to cause paper cuts. If only my ethnic studies instructor was as nice as Professor Dan. Then life would be much easier. But nooooo...we have to copy our lecture notes one by one with a copy machine. As of today, I have wasted more than two dollars getting less than twenty pages of lecture notes. I created a perfect strategy last time...but somehow this time I wanted to save paper--copy on both sides in other words. Then as I forget which side of the paper I am copying. Ay the bane of a short term memory. Ugh, fingers hurt. :p

In high school, somehow I always dreaded walking down the hall and undergo a interpersonal conflict of whether I should lift my hand to acknowledge an aquaintance. Last summer, Rebecca (she's at Mills now) kept asking me why I would attend such a huge university with so many people. "I can be a number!" I remember saying. Hehe, no wonder she's at Mills now. She can be a person. :) Yet...it's funny...anybody that I really see from Acalanes (except for a select few...uh the jocks at Clark Kerr that is) I am ready to acknowledge them despite my incredible complex.

Amazingly enough, the psychology midterm was happy!!!! It reminded me of all the AP Biology tests I had last year. The multiple choice was directly from the text. Yay. Then I realized I had studied the right thing. yay!!!! After I returned to the dorm, I called Lizt to check in. Sigh, she should really call me...alas, her confusion over the S-O-R behaviorism.