Telephones are torture instruments that mankind has inflicted upon us. Then again...it might be simply the Internet. I feel too connected. I am on aim/icq all the time. Then I always have the insistent urge to declare in my away messages where I am...and where I would be back. I suppose that watching my cousin do the same for the last few years...well, it's called copying.
My sister called me around 9 (actually maybe earlier) and I was condemned to almost a whole hour of trying to help her in her calc homework. USTU!, Man, you hear that? TSK TSK! :p It was amazing though to discover how much I remember from Calculus AB. f'(x)=sec x tan x! Hehe! Oh and there was that...the integral of e^x=...whoa now I forgot. It was the greatest joke by my geeky math teacher though. It's odd though now. Although I rarely spoke to my math teacher on a casual basis, he has been asking my sister how I am doing. I guess teachers are nostalgic in some way...nostalgic of the quiet quiet quiet student that is. :) I'll give him the benefit of doubt. Yet during the entire phone call with my sister, I kept getting the dong dong, the signal that another call needed to be answered. Now I realize how annoying call waiting is. "Hello? Oh...can she call you back? I am on the other line..." The dong dong buzzed me more than ten times during that call. "Man, hold on. I am getting another phone call." Alas, the bad side of living in a quad.

Psychology is actually getting interesting. Today, Dr. Mangan elaborated and elaborated on the meaning of the bad horse and the good horse in Plato’s Phaedrus. The good horse and the driver of the chariot understand that nearing the beloved is risky and would rather not take the chance. The bad horse however lacks in any thought in consequences. Instead, the bad horse constantly in a lustful rage lurches forward toward the beloved to fulfill its innate desire. Oooh wow, I almost sound like Dr. Mangan now. Somehow the horse metaphor applies to my life more than the Freudian ideas of an id, superego, and ego. Yet, I noticed this section in my psychology textbook—on medical student’s disease: “This disease, which could also be called introductory psychology students’ disease, is characterized by a strong tendency to relate personally to, and find in oneself, the symptoms of any disease or disorder described in a textbook.”
Jerome K. Jerome a nineteen-century humorist further elaborated the disease after reading a textbook of medical diagnoses, “I had walked into that reading-room a happy healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.”
So far, I have diagnosed myself as having a generalized anxiety disorder, anorexia nervosa, social phobia (clearly!!!), depression, disassociative identity disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and schizophrenia. What else can I be suffering?!

For the second time in my life, I overslept. Somehow today my psychic mental alarm clock was not functioning. How had I decided to take a nap between my ethnic studies class and my English class. In ethnic studies, a speaker (who was pretty eloquent and charismatic) lectured the class on sweatshops. It was interesting...but I kept falling asleep, my eyes demanding to close. So after returning to my dorm, I decided to take nap. Bad mistake! I woke up at 3:55 pm and nearly yelped outloud. Actually I think I went AGH!!!! My class was at 3:30. :p Then again...I felt very rested. :)

Am I getting oblivious? There was a pumpkin on the steeple of the Campanile to celebrate Halloween. Unfortunately I never got to see it. I saw the pumpkin stuck into a bear's claw near the Greek Theatre and pumpkins scattered throughout the roof of the main library. Oooooh, the pranks of Berkeley.

I realize that I am getting so behind in everything I want to do. Agh! The things that I promised myself to accomplish this week haven't been accomplished. I still haven't finished a Scheme program. Then there are the personal goals...that I haven't accomplished. So this is what college is like. And to think that I imagined myself in the library 24/7 just a year ago.

I went to find Cathy at 6...yet again...this gray box captured my mind for nearly twenty minutes. The digitally imported eurodance stream distracted my attention. had...to...must...download...sixty minute...mp3...must..... So when I finally arrived at Wheeler, Cathy's class had already been let out. As I ran down the stairs, the music coming from an event being held in the lobby distracted me again. Yes, I nearly fell down the stairs...note to self: be careful when wearing the orange adidas shoes. However, I was lucky to run into Cathy at the Golden Bear. I needed to use up the remaining meals and dining dollars. Her friend (Melissa?) came along. After dinner, I led them up to the Hearst Mining Circle so that they could catch the H bus to the Lawrence Hall of Science. Melissa had attended CalSo last weekend...I found out that particular CalSo was mostly for Spring Admits (whew...that means I can really avoid a particular someone then). I still don't know what classes to take next semester. Music? Maybe... Psychology? Cognitive Science....hmmm...music?