There's only one more hour of Friday the 13th. So far, bad luck has not befell me. Ironically, good luck has come my way.

I woke up at 10:30 today and realized that I was a "little" late to meet with Tram and Hien. I could never catch up with them at the extension buildings with the distance from my dorm and the building and my rate of getting ready in the morning. The day before, I had purchased two sandwiches from The Golden Bear so that I could split it with them. However, it was too late. As of now, the sandwiches are still sitting in a paper bag in my backpack only partially eaten.

Eventually, I decided to call Dan up. Sigh, it was somewhat displeasing to find that nobody was online yesterday to tell me about the PLAN. When I woke up, I checked my messages on my computer. Rob had imed me claiming that I would be surprised. *SARCASM* Then Mike imed me asking if I was awake. Dan and I talked for a few minutes with Mike appearing and suddenly disappearing. Then I went off to class. Uh...interesting. The hypocrisy of Foundation for American Immigration Reform (FAIR) was hypocritical and most of all contradictory to its acronym. Well, that was one thing I learned today.

Once I finished the class, I went outside and discovered that none of the guys were there. So I decided to head down Dwight and Shattuck. A realization hit me that I gave them the wrong landmarks...and perhaps the wrong directions. My mental map of Berkeley wasn't perfect. Anxiously, I worried that they might have gone the wrong way. That they like guys would refuse to ask for directions. Fortunately, when I arrived at the station, I saw them just coming out of the train. Funny...my mental image of Mike was entirely different.
We headed back to my dorm (after some complaints about the distance). Somehow my roommate was still...working on her essay. Oh tsk! Then after, we wandered the streets of Berkeley. Because I felt that I was taking responsiblity for them, I walked them all the way to the BART station.

I think I had analegsia. Somehow during the entire wandering, the pain from my twisted ankle (yes side note...I was walking down the stairs yesterday and actually tripped and twisted the same ankle I had twisted twice in the last year) disappeared. Sigh. I decided to take a bus to go back to my dorm. However, it was the 7 that arrived and I ultimately decided to ride it all the way to Alston's place. We had agreed to meet for dinner. So in the oddest way, I decided to head up to the Hillside Residence. A guy at the door asked who I was looking for and he let me in. I was feeling that I was being too pushy and decided to sit outside his room on a patio chair. Suddenly memories that parties took place out on the deck occured to me. I looked closely at the chair and decided to take a chance. I sat there...suddenly, I heard a voice inside Alston's room. Sigh, the roommate had bothered me the day before. Yet, I held my grips as the door suddenly opened.
"Hi!" I exclaimed in my happy voice.
Alston looked somewhat...well not surprised. "Hi!"
We went down to Telegraph and ate at Smart Alec's. Personally, I discovered that I could only stand certain foods for a few days a month. Sigh, am I a picky person or what?
Afterwards, we headed back up to Hillside. In my nuttiness, I decided that I wanted to indulge in Calculus. In other words, help Alston in math. The walls are thin. The ceilings are thin. That's basically all I can say. The majority of the time, I started at the page...because unfortunately I had lost my intuitive skill of understanding calculus.
Unfortunately I was sent to my dorm at 9. I got back...and here I am sitting in front of my computer on a Friday night.