And I am not the mentally challenged sibling, ya hear?

And now I must update on my incredibly, important life. :) After all, scribble was down over the weekend and a long weekend it was.

On Friday (and we say that the third time is the charm), I finally got Stacee to visit me. she had cancelled at the last minute for Monday and Wednesday. So finally here she was coming! Let's hear Simon exclaim in his usual manner (he really sounds different online): "Girl, you are cutting school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
After an unsettling Friday morning (the usual freaky CS lecture by Professor Hilfiger) and a ramble around Berkeley with Becky, I headed back to my apartment to wait the arrival of phone calls...and people. It is entirely irritating to know that I need to keep my apartment windows open so that I can hear the delivery man or serviceperson come. Somehow because our apartment is so old, we were having two servicepeople come by-a PG&E person and a water heater repairdude. Then also I was adamanant with recieving my UPS package from Earthlink DSL. Yes, I needed that relief of the Internet. Fortunately when I called PG&E this time around, the lady didn't push away my request to have the serviceperson let me know when to open the door. The day before, I told the PG&E customer representative that our buzzer would not work. She simply said that it would be possible to get into the building. I protested, but to no avail. Then the following morning, we recieved a slip from PG&E stating "no access into building". Smart. The lady today however listened to me. I told her to have the serviceperson call my name. "Jeeeeeeeeennniiiiiifah!!!"
The UPS guy arrived and noted that our buzzer wasn't working. And I was running around the apartment attempting to setup my connection. Can you say over-enthuastic?

Finally, I recieved a call from Stacee. She was pretty happy as usual. Hehe, well...I must admit she seemed enthuastic going through Sproul Plaza, where I would be moping through...trying to avoid getting flyered. (Speaking of which, today I saw some fraternities handing out glossy flyers. He handed it to the girl in front of me wearing a tube top and the fitted pants. Then I passed by them...they didn't even look up. :p Puff! At least I got almost all the sorority flyers.) I finally agreed to meet her in front of the Doe Library, since she was getting confused with the paths up to my apartment. Perhaps, I am always used to the fact that I have that brute force...that I have that peculiar sense of direction. And there she was leaning against the concrete benches. I bounced back and forth...and she finally noticed me. People really don't look like how they look like in photos.

Stacee and I spent about a good 15 minutes in my apartment when all of the sudden I heard a familiar voice call out "RANCH!" outside my window. It was my sister. Finally. After an hour delay. She was getting out of the car with Jason. I directed them to find parking in the next few blocks. Then suddenly I saw a space open right across the parking lot. I ran up the stairs, leaving Stacee alone outside. I called Jason's cell, but it turned out they had parked three blocks away...and they were already there. So I trudged downstairs to greet the three.

We made a ruckus in my apartment (especially my sister). I introduced them to my roommates. Somehow we had all chosen to sit around the living room. My roommates were looking through my photo album. Emily had turned on the TV. Linda had been at her desk working on paperwork. And my guests...well, they didn't get the proper tour...yet...since there were only the living room, bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen. I proudly showed them our fire escape and the rooftop (which was pretty cracked...and looked like it would fall in anytime). However, if I ever have a party, I would have Callie deejaying up there. Yo Mr. Ku DeeJAY!!!

Then we zoomed over to the other side of campus to get Stacee's reader. However, it took us awhile to find a parking space and we finally found one on College Avenue, just a block away from Unit 2. After that, we went to Unit 1 to visit people. It's so strange. So many people I know live at Unit 1. Especially this year. The freshmen that I meet in class live in Unit 1. My old suitemates live there too. My sister's friends happen to live in one of those four halls located in that quaint courtyard. A guy let us into Freeborn Hall, where we stopped by Catherine and Sherri's room. Unfortunately, Catherine was asleep. Sherri showed us the theme of the hall. I was impressed if I say so myself. Monopoly! Then we headed down several flights to Cliff's room. He was in there, surprisingly. Doing something on his computer. I could recognize him from the back of his head. I don't know what it is. He made us stand outside for a bit. And suddenly, I felt like a vampire, where I couldn't enter the room unless I was invited. Cliff has a lot of food. Suddenly, his friend from a Germany trip showed up on his buddy list. We went over to the Telegraph Commons to visit her. Nostalgia was way too high. It wasn't that I lived at Telegraph Commons last year, but it was the fact that I was once surrounded again by Freshmen Extension students. And here another year, they were suffering the same ordeal as I was. (And supposedly they had a better CalSO, but then is CalSO ever good?)

Shortly after that, we went up Bancroft to Copy Central, where we discovered that Stacee's reader wasn't at that.....copy center. It was at one nearly five blocks away. Nonetheless, I led them there. After that, we got tapioca drinks at Sweetheart Cafe and my card was stamped almost to its limit. Good stuff!

We returned to our apartment and had dinner with Jason's friend, Garrett. He was nice and all, but seemed too serious. Unfortunately, Garrett reminded me a lot of him. I suppose it was the look in Garrett's eyes. That...serious...attempting to be funny, but never truly funny...look. Ugh. I mentioned it in my sister's ear and she shouted with glee, as expected.

After that, we spent an hour in my apartment wasting time (fixing the Internet and calling Earthlink tech support). And let me note now...Earthlink customer service isn't that friendly. At least the guy that I got. He kinda insulted my technical knowledge. "Ya know that thing that leads from the modem to your cable? It's thin and is covered with a plastic sheath. That is called an Eee-THER-net cord."

My sister and I rapidly got dressed for the club while Jason stood by the door...to provide privacy. By the time we were ready, it was almost 9:30 pm. In order to get into the club with the guestlist, we had to be there by 11 pm. And we had to drive Stacee home!
My sister rapidly drove to Alameda (and can we say that she doesn't read signs--"TO OAKLAND!!!"). We dropped Stacee off at her house around 9:55 pm. I was anxious by this time, because I had expected that it would take an hour to go to San Francisco, as it always did from Lafayette. Also too, on that puny Bay Bridge, who knows what traffic hazards could occur backing up traffic for miles? Needless to say, we arrived in San Francisco in only 15 minutes. After that however, we waited in line to get into Club X for approximately 30 minutes...in the cold. This is where I ask why my sister? and get pitiful looks.
Once inside, we were entranced by the music. I was somewhat disappointed that they weren't playing the music that I had envisioned in clubs. Well, for that matter, I had expected more trance/techno. But you know how club-goers are. They want all that rowdy music.
Doreen pulled Jason up onto a small platform. I got the message that I wasn't supposed to bother them. So I was dancing by myself for a little bit. I felt somewhat awkward, knowing that I wasn't supposed to be a single girl dancing by herself in a swaying mass of bodies. Yet, suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Do you want to dance?"
Indian dude. Small head. Too big of a body. However, I answered enthuastically, "Sure!"
That's when the trouble started.
He pulled me into the center of the club...then attempted to get close to me. Well, being the kind of person I am, I never really freaked before...but I thought it was all good fun. Then suddenly, he comes even closer and I take a step back. Of course, he didn't get the message. In the swirling music, I felt myself being pulled closer than my comfort toward him. At this point, I should have been an independent woman and knee him. But well, I didn't want to seem that naive of what clubbing was about. However, at one point, it got too far when his hands kept going you-know-where...and I could feel him trying to press into me. Okay. Yeah, stop. Simply put, guys are horny. For approximately two days after that, I couldn't look in a guy's eyes without feeling gross. GUYS ARE HORNY.
However, I didn't want to ruin the fun by demanding to leave. We had been there only for an hour, after all. Yet, because the two of them wanted some special time together, I was often dancing alone. And of course, horny guys noticed. Although none of them were as gross as Mr. Small Head.
Eventually we left the club...and trudged back to my apartment to sleep. Despite the fact that Jason and Doreen spent the next 2 hours on the roof.......yapping. POOF. I had a nice evening...but let's just say that I had a nice evening with myself.