Sadly yesterday I realized that the majority of my scribble readership...actually all my readership never actually see me in person. And sadly too, these are the people who never know what I think about them. Ultimately, I am spared from self-incrimination.
Although it was quite pointless and quite egotistic, I demanded Marisol, Kathy, Tram, Hien, Alston...and everybody else to read. Did they read...no they did not. I am so spared. Because clearly the basic human instinct is to take the easy way out. This entry will be archived for years to come, but it's highly unlikely that it will come out into their light of day.
Some rambling.

Well CAL lost to Stanford again. It was just eighteen years ago that THE PLAY occured. It was 1982, the year that I was born and the year that my parents believed that their first child in this foreign place called America would be going to UC Berkeley. And here eighteen years later, sitting in my dorm at a desk in Berkeley..no doubt, I have far exceeded their dream. Yet however, I haven't fulfilled my own.
Lookie at that. How did I digress?!
I am drinking a 2 gallon bottle of cherry 7 up, the color of the rival, Stanford. I think I have to reiterate the stupidity of rivalry. Yesterday at the bonfire rally (where I shivered in solitude and isolation all the time), the whole rivalry just turned into another immature high school thing all over again. It remined me of the rivalry between Acalanes (my old high school) and Miramonte. Well, the rivalry only existed in track. Miramonte has the best football team in the east bay and Acalanes...well one of the worst. Yet standing from high above the Greek Theater yesterday night, I could barely input any CALIFORNIA spirit. It seemed quite futile. The skits at the beginning highlighting the details of rivalry were inane. There were only two interesting parts to the entire rally: the lighting of the bonfire and the candlelight vigil. Playing with fire was essentially the whole thing. Oh and the women's octet. Try saying this in a high pitched snotty voice "SSStttaaanfuuuuuuuurd."
I wouldn't transfer to Stanford in a million years. I think I want to transfer to UCLA now.