I forgot what I was going to say because I didn't go directly to my journal right after I thought of what I was going to say.
Ugh.

Happy Birthday, STACEE!!!!! :D! No more kiddy discounts for you!

In the morning, I woke up...and ran around my house fretting about the day ahead. Have to prepare package. Have to go to post office. Have to go to repair shop. Have to go to Ikea. Have to...go to Encinal. Pick up Stacee. Have to be home. Have to make sure stomach empty. Have to eat. Have to smile. ARGH!

But actually, it turned out okay. When I arrived in Alameda, I had extra time until 11:35 am and I drove around and around trying to find the electronic repair shop. I dumped two nickels into a meter with two minutes left, hoping that the free estimate wouldn't taken any longer than 14 minutes. I was wrong. It took one minute. :p I walked inside without hesitation and a man appeared from the dark shadows of the shop.
"Hi!" I said jubiantly and gestured toward the cd player in my hand. "Do you fix cd players--"
"No. Already saw that one. Too small. Too hard." And he turned back thinking that I would turn too and leave the store.
I called my dad telling that our mission had failed. :p

ARGH and I had 9 minutes left by the time I got back to my car. Yes, it takes approximately a minute to cross the street. :p

I drove to Encinal High, hoping that I would catch Stacee on the way out. Unfortunately, the school had decided to lengthen the assembly. I felt out of place as I wandered back and forth in front of the school. Eventually, I felt I was truly loitering when a teacher came out to usher kids back to school. Two guys came up to me asking when lunch was...I stuttered, "Uh...I don't go here."
The teacher was yelling at some dude who drove a car into the parking lot. For a moment, I thought she was going to turn into my direction...and tell me to jet back into school. But then, I probably would proudly display my University of California id card and point out...of all people, how can she mistaken me for a sixteen year old when I am nineteen! Okay, trivial stuff.

I drove around Alameda trying to find a post office, but in vain, I kept ending up at the pier. Nice ships though. Eventually, I caught up with Stacee and after finding a post office (with nice plastic jails), we ate the Waffle Shop on Park Street. :D Good lunch. Waitress thought I was insane to order a small lemonade. I know what I was paying for!

I actually got to visit Arthur Anderson, the "experimental school" that Stacee and Simon are part of. We found Simon in the back playing badminton. He refused to tell us what his "secret" was. :p But I don't know why it was so funny...but seeing him hitting the birdie was just hilarious. Maybe it's because my sister always makes fun of him. :D Oh and yes, he takes in good naturely.

Then we went to find a Baskin Robbins. Unfortunately they didn't give birthday freebies. If I was that girl, I would have just given it...it's just $1.85! :p
Then my right hand got covered with melted ice cream. :D

Stacee let me borrow her copy of Nicholas Sparks' A Walk to Remember. It tugged on your hearstrings. Yet it was so predictable. I knew what was going to happen even before the narrator said so. I knew it. Well, maybe Sparks sold his soul to get this book on the bestsellers list. Nonetheless, it made me care for the characters which made me almost cry at the most heartbreaking part of the story. Sparks wrote in such way that you couldn't help but get intimate with Landon and Jamie. Then I realized a second later that...I knew that someone...had to [spoiler] reach the bittersweet end of a mortal life.
Jamie reminded me of Jube though. Oh and of course...yeah Alex. Except being me, there's nothing except stubbornness. But hey that's me.

When I was eighteen years old, my life changed forever. Well, actually it didn't really and nobody had a terminal illness although I wish someone did. Then I would have a real bittersweet ending.

I took the typing test at typingtest.com.
Typing Speed: 83 wpm
Accuracy: 100%
ooooooOOOOOOoooooo!!!

We had hot pottie at the Pacific East Mall. :D Yes, that's why I have this title.