written earlier in the day

Every Friday is almost like this. In all insanity, I always decide to stay up late Thursday night and thus, I sleep late Friday morning. I woke up at 10:30 am today and went back to sleep...then woke up at 11 am to get ready for my 12 pm ethnic studies discussion. Yesterday I realized I only had $9.15 left for my dining dollars. Whoa...and like 50 something meals left. Point is...now I feel a bit uh...dizzy. I hypothesize that it's from a lack of food. I didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Well, I had a $1.50 frothy green milk tea to satiate the hunger that came after the discussion. And now...food is forever circulating in my thoughts. I won't be eating until 7 pm though when Xing will pick me up for a night out.
I am a picky picky eater.

I actually cleaned up my side of the room today. My drawers are organized now. Woohoo! Then I spent nearly thirty minutes designing the splat of photos on the wall. It's strange, I have more pictures of my sister than anybody else. And I have a picture of my sister running in a cross country meet. Oooh look at that devil face.

Sigh, I am never satisfied with the design of my webpage. I ftped everything to the new server. http://jenn.digitalrice.com I realized the extent of my decision of digitalrice.com Hopefully, I won't be condemned to the stereotype of an azn though. Decisions decisions.

Going to eat graham crackers now...

written later in the evening

Xing cancelled on me, but that's okay. I already saw the movie that we were going to see anyway. However, I was starving by the time I got the news that she had to babysit and couldn't make it today. I ran to the DC, but to my incredible dismay, it had already closed. Realization that I had not eaten a single thing all day hit me. Also my dining card had only less than 10 dining dollars left on it. Obviously, I had eaten more at the campus restaurants than in the DC. I rushed to Unit 3 and was incredibly relieved to find it open. I had 57 meals left...too much. Have to eat in the DC more often.

I suddenly remembered that CSA was having an officer charity auction today. I decided to drop by to see if Catherine had been auctioned off yet. :) Earlier in the week, she had told me all her anxieties. What is nobody bids for me?! Fortunately her fears were dissipated. The bid for her as a dinner date was by the farthest the highest. Fifty bucks! Hah! Well, still I left early...because somehow the auction to me seemed to treat each officer like an object. Judge on the appearance...just like how paintings are auctioned off normally.

When I returned to my dorm, Jenn asked me if I was going to the Bowles Halloween party--one of the top ten college parties in the United States. I said that I didn't know it was today and that I would probably go. Thus, in thirty minutes, all dressed in my orange tank top (hint of Halloween), I went with Jenn and her pledge sisters to Bowles. They checked our IDs at the door. Then Jenn's friend led us to a drinking room. Hmm...okay...my first taste of drinking. One of the pledge sisters passed me a cup quarter filled with peppermint schnapps. I shook my hand no. Yet, later on, I was given one...couldn't give it back. Ay, discomfort. Then we went outside to the roof I think of this 1928 building. I saw Vijay, an old classmate from my old high school. "Whaaaaasssup!" I echoed his words. A wave of discomfort rushed over me though...here I was standing in a circle of people drinking. I never drank before. I remember Alston telling me that he intended to try it out...because if he didn't get the experience now, it would be terrible later. I sniffed my cup...ugh. Didn't like it. I put my cup to the side. So much for a college party. I could sense that Jenn knew that I felt out of place. Then she led me to another room party...dark and dark. Still out of place. It was like that bitter day all over again. Eventually, I returned to my dorm...back to the solitude of my own room.