I feel strange in my room at home. Sometimes I feel the same way in the dorm. Although it's 1 AM in the morning (I should be sleeping...my sis is sleeping on the ground right now...), I always feel somewhat incomplete. I felt that last year when I was in this very seat sitting in front of the computer. I must find another way to fill that niche...another way...soon!

My mom refused to let me stay up and watch SNL...which quite frankly annoyed me. Then again, if I was in the dorms, I probably wouldn't watch it...most likely...I would be too lazy to drag myself to the TV room. Yet this was the week that SNL--the best commentator on today's politics--would cover that ridiculous Bush-Gore vote. No doubt that the controversy will end up in classrooms years later to be debated about constantly.

The concert was the highlight of my day though. In the morning, my mom sent my sis and me to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. It wasn't really there...the only thing we got accomplished that morning was buying a package of frozen french fries. Later that evening, after my sis and I tapped our feet impatiently for the arrival of Dan and Rob...we went to the concert. Ironically though...Lydia wasn't actually playing in the concert. A Christian band, Carpenter's Tools, played a set of rock-like songs. Because Lydia had selected the first row...the row right in front of the speakers...I think my ears are now shot.
The songs were good though although personally I don't listen to Christian music. I felt a bit uncomfortable when they asked us to join the team. A missionary that Lydia's sister Cindy had done the summer before. Agh... It was funny though...Lydia forced us to stand up. We were the only row that got up and started dancing to the music. Actually...I think it was only the teenagers that got up and danced. Everybody else listening were...hmm...adults!
Before and during the concert, I kept demanding to get sugar. Lydia was supposed to bring her Halloween candy, but alas...the shortcoming of the human mind arrived--she forgot to bring it. Ultimately, I went into a pseudo sugar withdrawal. Mostly fantasized of course...just like all my other quirks. I finally got a banana and a cup of Mountain Dew after a long period of begging. Oh and not to mention a cup of hot tea with three packets of sugar.
Later on, this little kid BJ kept going up to us and showing his chewed up food. Cookies that were near demolition in his mouth. Then he got excited and crawled up on my sister...and...drooled/spit a liquid discolored by the chocolate chip cookies. It ended up on my sister's jacket. Oooh...that wasn't the only time he spit at my sister. My sister yelped (very) loud though. Lydia allowed us to roam the church freely...which in my mind was basically to let us destroy anything in our path. We roamed upstairs...and found the nursery. My sister opened the door to a darkened room...and screamed as if she was frightened. I fell into a huge laughing fit...nearly rolling on the floor. The scream reminded me of the time that I instinctively screamed in the "haunted" house that once housed the Syanon cult. Inside the nursery, Brandon a small four year old...was the usual child...climbing everywhere...and showing his long tongue...demanding to be first...yelping. I started wondering if I was ever like this energetic four year old. According to home videos...I was barely anything like that. Actually, I think I could barely talk...and yeaaah...afraid of everything.

Tsk, I wanted to go to Sephora! Yet...I think that desire to go there came out of a short phase of "ugliness". I don't like the fact that some people can't go without makeup. Also...Friday night...as I was in Forever 21...I suddenly remembered a "My Turn" article awhile back in Newsweek. A woman had written about her experience working in a boutique. She was considered the best salesperson in the store. She got the best comments from the customers. However, she came down with a bad case of acne...and suddenly customers treated her differently. She also noted that before her troubles, she had judged customers and always went to help the "attractive" customers. And she had thoughts that the "non-attractive" customers would never look good even with the most flattering clothing. Riiiiiiight and so I was having a case of anxiety in the store...which was relieved when I walked out. Then again...now that I think about it, maybe it was the presence of ghetto Asians that pushed me out. While I was waiting at the cashier...out of major observations, I noticed that I was the only one not wearing eyeliner. Tsk and my sister can't survive without it. :p

I set up my laptop today. Turns out that I can only use one computer at a time in the dorms. So I can't have my desktop running when I bring my laptop to the library. Good thing is...both computers will have the same IP address. Well, I cleaned out about 30 MB of unneeded files. Then suddenly, I had an urge to have a case of nostalgia and I read old messages...messages that I had saved when I had the belief: "What you say or do can and will be used against you." Well...when I am annoyed, that belief still applies. Only certain people can annoy me though. i.e. parents. Weekend has been a torture. It's time to be treated like the eighteen year old I am.