There's a used condom sitting on the stairs outside the suite. I first saw it Sunday afternoon when I returned. It's still sitting there, pushed to the side.

My psychology professor is quite entertaining to watch. He keeps raving on and on about every detail. As you can guess, today we went over Freudian psychology. Duh, there wouldn't be any reason to comment on this particular aspect of my day if not for Freud. There was one thing that Dr. Mangan pointed out during discussion. "The more you deny, the more the thing you're denying is true." That made me really....amused...and of course made me laugh. So that means denial...or anything with an attached negative...is actually the positive. I wonder if it would work vice versa. "Mommy!!! I am telling you! I broke that glass vase!!!"

Xing was nice again today. She gave me a ride all the way to my dorm. I think I shall freeload off of her some more. :D Well, actually, I have to burn the BSB CD she wants. Yesterday she came up to me and asked if I had finished it yet..."TSK TSK, bad girl! Now go be a good girl and go back to your dorm and make that CD for me."

I dropped by Tower Records today. It was somewhat embarrassing. Xing and I walked in with our backpacks. Sheesh, one of the employees ran over to us frantically (or actually in a very authorative why didn't you read the !@#$ sign?!?!? tone of voice) "bag check!"
Pssssh!
I saw that guy prying into someone's backpack later though. Hopefully, he didn't go into mine. Total intrusion of privacy. Although I have nothing to hide (heeeeey wait a minute is that denial I hear?), my stuff is my stuff!
It was weird downstairs. While Xing waited to pay for a CD rack (she must be nuts...why why why), I went to browse the trance music. It was barely a section though. Maybe 15 different artists...and none that I could recognize. Hmmm...that confirms the fact that I am just a dabbler or someone who has no sense of music.
Rage against the machine kept blasting everywhere though. Ears are shot.

I feel guilty now. It's past 7 pm. A few weeks ago, I inadvertently signed up for BAMN (Coalition to defend affirmative action by any means necessary), because yes the speakers seduced me with their defense about how affirmative action helped minorities. I remember in the eighth grade when my only friend in English Honors Rebecca was passing around a poll. For affirmative action or against affirmative action? I remembered asking my mother about it and she had said that affirmative action because it guaranteed me personally a spot. Duh, so I put down "for" even though I had no idea what it meant. Yet...I signed a petition a few weeks ago, and I feel guilty that I don't have any activist feelings. More than three times already, BAMN has called me to join them in their fight--attend their meetings (fortunately they are on Monday, so I have an excuse--another meeting!) and volunteer to post up posters all around the university. Yet...I am so non-activist. I don't feel strongly enough...but blah...I'll see this November 7th.