That's the first animal instinct.

There are so many words for the top. Paramount. Epitome. Zenith. Pinnacle. Prominent. No wonder companies use these words.
Then there is the bottom.

I am still disturbed by outbursts in the past few weeks. But well, that's me. Early in the morning, when my mom took my sister to the BART (and note my sis was on the way to Oakland to get her hair dyed...more about that later), I was sitting at my father's desk. I stared a paper with numbers. In reluctant determination (dare the oxymoron), I lifted up the reciever and slowly dialed out a number. I took a deep breath and waited to hear the line ring. Got a busy signal. Then I decided that was all that I was going to attempt today. I hung up.

My sister decided to get her hair dyed today. Ugh. Quite frankly, she looks like a psuedo-enemy of mine (well anybody who gives me strange, bitter looks when I was prancing around in peer tutoring is a psuedo-enemy)--Jim Hsu. He had the ghetto asian cut...and strands of hair dyed. Perhaps Doreen didn't intend to have her hair that color...but well she'll have to live with it for the next few months. Tsk! Bwahahaha...so much for the "I want a change".

Because my cousin Jeff's constant blogging about Slurpee and its relatives, I bought a Slurpee from 7-eleven today. Unfortunately, due to my usual nervous habit, I made the usual...AGH! Nonetheless, the sour watermelon was good. Despite the fact, that I got brain freeze.