A note on throwing things away

Living in a dormitory, I highly advise you, make sure you keep clean as much as possible. Be it vacuuming alot or just merely arranging the room in a pleasant way so that the vacuumable area is not obstructed.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I ended rearranging my room so now I have stadium seating and other than that, Where my old drawers used to be, there was a thin line of garbage. Disgusting. But its not as bad as the refuse in the laundry room floor. Lint, garbage, socks, dust, wrappers and detergent powder.

Thank you cleaning staff for not working over the weekend. The whole unit three turns into a garbage dump over the three day weekend. Which is also kinda cool.

Also, we got a notice for throwing things out of the windows. Apparently, the lower floors (i.e. 1-6) spens black takes great enjoyment of throwing things out of the windows and balconies. I saw a watermelon fall, a pineapple on the roof, A chair and even a florescent light bulb. The latter three, didn't see fall. But stuff I threw out was usually just dusty water from my cup which always fell onto the balcony. I checked first! And harmless paper airfoils. The sort of thing that would more likely be hurt by a troublesome toddler on a rampage.

Zach's new word:

Ajaust: A victorious, sure fire candidate in a jousting or sparring match.
i.e. Clemens is the ajaust in the match against Pinieleppi with an amazing record of 88-2-13 for today's joust.

Dear Bears...

Come on Bears, you've never let me down like this before. I know, I shouldn't be a "Cal Fan" the kind who turns red the moment the season goes sour. But i'm sitting here, listening to Mr. Starkey on the radio and i'm getting worried. I'm not going turn coat or anything like that, but I just want to know what you're really doing. When your offensive line was uber strong in the 5 game streak, now the defense is doing bad, and now you, but the defense not so much. Curse the radio and its lack of TV-ness. But even Mr. Starkey is showing the otherwise. He said no miracles in sight. Or something like that. Compared to the speech he gave at colloquium, Joe Starkey said: Cal's going to need a miracle to save them (the play). Blah blah blah. I'm pissed. No, not really. Really Dissapointed. Kinda like a parent who finds out their child is failing school, impregnated a girl and smoking pot constantly. I want you do better. I want not just longer practices, but more effective training and intense training.

COME ON!

frock frock frokc. DEFENSE BEARS! DEFENSE! *clap clap*

Sorry, I'm trying to listen to the game on the radio. *Cries*

How can you? Why did you? Why aren't I wearing the lucky underpants and Cal Tshirt?

Quiet you Arizona...

1st half go!

I'm just gibbering now. Gosh.

Oregon and Arizona st... powerhouses. It sounds so strange.

Damn... the game's over...

31-20...

So much for the amazing season we were hoping for...
There's still hope. Sort of...
Well, no more rose bowl.

It was this close. Right in front of our faces...
FUCK!

What turned on us? What cruel fate turned on us to cause the loss streak? Why? Was it something I did?

I'm turning into a fan freak. The kind that does the special thing everytime the game is happening. I used to wear the same underpants and tshirt for all the games. Maybe that's the problem. I shouldn't wash them ever...

Hum

I always say, a post is long overdue and yet, I do nothing. I just sit in my room and just stare at the computer.

And I just left and came back. For a whole half hour. I'm a terrible person! Gaaaugh.... I'm so easily distracted out here in college. Work is always an option, one that, at first, can be taken fairly lightly and as time goes on, you'll definetly need to step it up. And I just think, i'm turning into that one guy wiht the beer belly and the comb over sitting in an e-z-boy just watching from a bunny ears tv the news or something of that or a similar nature. But then, I hear on the radio that the bunny ears are being phased out at this point. Kinda weird feeling. As a kid, you always grew up with these certain ideals. Safeway and Luckys. Then when Albertsons came along, you got freaked out. That's kinda what i'm feeling at this point, knowing that the ears will be useless. After serving me well for the past 18 years of my life. I recall grandma's tv in her room that used to have the old fashioned pull out knobs and the set channels on the TV. Now that was a tv. Back on those days when they used to be a piece of furniture. Now, everything has reached this threshold of digital confusion and for certain, I'm gonna fall behind in all this foward moving technology. I cant even figure out how to do certain functions on a computer and trying to do so just throws me off at some points.

So what's great about college. Alot of people keep asking me that. As if something really amazing is supposed to happen. Like in all the movies you see portrayed by hollywood. With everyone getting drunk and there be a total plethora of boobies and hot blonde chicks trying get laid with the hot looking guy or the guy who's pretty ugly but owns an entire house. College is nothing like that. So far, its been alot of studying, alot of sleeping, alot of missed sleeping and alot of eating dorm food. If anything, dorm food is disgusting and i can help but find myself lost in a sea of meat loaf, jungle curry and fountain sodas.

But there are its ups. But it varies from college to college. UC Berkeley is nestled into the heart of Berkeley. Without it, Berkeley would probably be just another suburban town located just north of Oakland. The university brings so much life to this area and my dorm is just wedged right here. Wedged in without thought or process. I guess the University owns alot of land and I cant blame them, they've been probably the largest landowners since 1868. But back to where I live. What can I say? Its truly an amazing place, all the shops, tea places, bars and restaurants. It gets crazy. I can say that one person on my floor has vomited in our bathrooms twice as of yesterday. First time, he wandered in drunk and puked all over the door. Second time, at least it happened one floor below me. I guess if I had moved to Cal Poly instead of Berkeley, I would most likely have spent a million less dollars. I'm sure about that. But then again, CP dont have a football team I enjoy watching with friends.

Speaking of friends, I miss the Brownsons alot for certain. Espically when we'd go watch the Bears games. It was a new and sensational feeling. Being the nerdy spaz that I am, I had never been to a collegiate football game in my life. Look at me now, freshman free tickets, UC Rally Com, I get great seats.

Living out here, like 12 miles from home, you would think: Oh hey, that guy's not home sick at all. I totally think that. I'm sure he can survive out and never get sad at all. Not true, I guess i'm starting to really feel the misery and sadness that's associated with this lack of going home. I'm planning going home soon.

Gooooood mooorning Cal Fans!

Goooooooooood Mooorning Cal Fans!

and welcome to another game day, today September 15, 2007. Its a beautiful day, hopefully cold enough to freeze some southern flowers if you catch my drift.

On the other side of the peninsula, several Spartans will be clearing the forest,

Unfortunately, Some of us feel extreme sympathy for the forest and would like them to win a game so they dont bring the pac 10 so much.

Sorry Livia: College Life

Welcome! I read something I like that was on Oh My Livia (see blogroll for link), and I just wanted to do the same thing. My guess is that we're both freshmen in college and certainly at very different schools. Me, UC Berkeley and she, I dont really know. But I wanted to do something similar with what I like and dont like about colleges. (Sorry to her if some of the things are just like hers as well, but I think they're just as awesome.

So here goes.

Top 5 things I love about college

5. The bonding between you and your floor mates. Seriously, I think that some of these people will be your best friends for the next few years. On our floor, we had some pretty crazy activities going on, hallcest, floorcest, dormcest, our own floor orchestra, sushi parties, sleeping in other people's beds, fooling around with people who pass out in front of your door step and throwing things out of the 8th floor window. *cough*soccerball*cough cough*. 'scuse me...

4. The convenience of having a dining common right outside of your building. I swear, its more convenient than most other things. I mean, pull out my ID from my wallet, swipe and i'm good to go and eat food!

3. The option of going to class

2. The Campiniele is such a wonderful place, I've made several sketches of it, being an architecture student of course, and the view is magnificent. I dont know why I forgot my camera that day, but the day I went up was the last day you could even see the golden gate bridge and the rest of the bay area. As usual, Evans hall is an eyesore to look at.

1. The world of culture in Berkeley. It seems that every single culture in the world possibly has managed to mash up into the 40 square miles that is Berkeley. Dancing, chanting, music and Art, its everywhere! I cannot turn my head without being acclaimed as the latest masterpiece of phenomenal tai chi.

Top five things I hate about College

5. Doing my own laundry. I used to make my own little brother do the whole thing, now I have to do it on my own and watch it too and the whole process is like an hour and a half. Maybe more. The first time I did it, it wasn't too bad. i thought there was at least a sky light that had opaque panels that opened to the sky. Then I realized that right above is the DC and upon closer inspection of panels themselves and for heaven's sake! Fluorescent tubes! Biggest let down since that one episode of How I met your Mother.

4. Class in Evans Hall. Other Berkeley students hopefully agree with me on this one. Having sections in an indoor classroom at Evans is like being stuck in the Fishbowl classroom twice back in High School. But walking to class in Evans Hall is almost reminiscent of walking through the death star and taking class in the Death Star. Gaah, talk about dreary. Andre makes up for having class there though.

3. Hearing religious radical yell profanities such as "JESUS HATES MORMONS! JESUS HATES JEWS! JESUS HATES HOMOSEXUALS!" Being as I am, I am offended by all of these comments. Being the Asian bisexual mormon/jew I am, I find total offense from these people. And because of the sixties, they have a right to say that. But I wonder, at what point does the public have the right to use the university to spread their message? I'm sure there's a public threshold and right but to spread such awful ideas.

2. The Lack of Privacy. Granted, my roommate does go home every so often for stuff, but then the rest of the time, we're usually at each other's elbows. Which is OK and all, but I miss having a private room sometimes.

1. The tree outside my window. Yes, I live on the 8th floor and it does communicate a level of privacy for me from the ground, but then I cant post stupid signs on my window for everyone to see

I have that gut feeling

That very feeling that something may just very well burst forth and just get really messy. I probably can safely say that there are more of us who can feel this pressure building up and I think at least this time, there'll be two sides. Those in favor, and those who still fight for it.

If you have no idea at the moment, I'm speaking of the increasing tension between the tree hippies and the football fans. At this point, even the city of berkeley has begun to attack its own university. First of all, Berkeley would still be a cow shit, farming town without the university. Why do people flock to Berkeley? Because of Telegraph avenue? Well, the only reason Tele is like that is because of the university itself. So now that the city is biting the hand that feeds it, as well as some hill panorama thing, they're arguing over people's safety. The university has proved numerous times that the new sports facility is seismically safe, and will provide an updated and less hazardous training environment.

And yet, despite the proof, Berkeley and the tree sitters refuse to let up.

As for the trees, well, they're university property and they were planted in 1923-1927 during the Howard beautification plan. After the construction of Memorial. Which explains the uniform distance between trees. Now these people have "removed dead limbs" from other trees to make their platforms. Now, to my knowledge, they have damaged other types of trees other than the coast oaks to make their platforms. You kinda see the problem here. They've damaged property for their own needs.

If only we could charge them for vandalizing property, trespassing and squatting. Unfortunately, the University is defined as a "public forum" and therefore, people are allowed to use the property for their own needs, but at this point, they've been living on university property, probably haven't submitted taxes for awhile, therefore not paying the education tax to support the university. You can use the university, if you've help pay for it of course.

But I guess they're wearing down. At first, there were probably maybe around 60, now there remains a mere six. A dedicated few (non-students) living on the university's property for the sake of saving a lower life form than that of man. Call that dedication to a sinking ship.

But back to this gut feeling. I just know at some point during this year, there'll just be a full blown war (I hope). Between us, and them. Them being the tree people.

As you like it

Most of you know by now at least, that I'm a big Cal person. I'm a bear at heart. And I hopefully stay that way. But If there's anything I hate more than Stanfurd/Stanturd is the USC band. Now those are a bunch of jerks who hire people to play with them. Psh.

One year, Cal Band owned USC band with hecka tubas and the world's largest sousaphone. But I digress. The real purpose was to lead up to the awesome joke. But yeah. I really wonder what stirs this competition between schools? The desire to be best? How absurd. I guess that's how it is when my school is so vain. Oh, we must get test scores up, oh we must have every single senior taking an AP class, Oh we must get top scores on Star tests. Oh we gotta fix the pee-pees cause they scare visitors. Everything is true. I remember attending three graduations in my four years there. One of them was under the administration of a wonderful woman. Ms. Sheratt. She knew how to do things. Hardly ever did she mention scores or anything so silly. She only mentioned how she was proud of the graduating class. Under Janvier's Administration, I recall at the last graduation, all he mentioned was the high acceptance rate into UC Berkeley and all the really super duper high scores on AP tests and the SATs and STARs.

To quote a mangled Vonnegut: Why dont you take a flying fuck at the AP TESTS?!!!?!?

Anyways. I'll probably nod off during my graduation. With the entire brain trust standing there in yellow and white ceremonial robes. *scoff* What hideous colors. Even if they are the school colors... You can see right through the white robes and only the ladies wear them. The yellow robes are just an eyesore. Whatever happened to wearing only black robes like in colleges and other normal schools?

Before somebody blond attacks me for my inaccuracies about my school, I'd like to thank Mom and Pop, Miss Jami and my Uncle Ross for all they've done for me to get into UC Berkeley.

And now, the topper.

A Cal student and a Stanford student are both using the men's room.
When they finish their business, the Cal student heads for the door, while the
Stanford student heads for the sink. The Stanford students calls to the Cal student, "At
Stanford, they teach us to wash our hands after using the bathroom"
The Cal student replies nonchalantly, "At Cal, they teach us not to pee on our hands."

ACCEPTANCE!

I've been accepted everywhere except davis. SCREW THE COWS!

I'm a:

Golden Bear
Aardvark
Mustang
Bronco
Buccaneer or a
Elephant

What to decide...

Rejection

AARLGHKL@LK!J!KLJ!LK!J

I didnt get into UC Davis.

Acceptance

I'm really starting to get worried about Cal Poly. Two of my friends have been accepted at SLO already, but I havent heard a thing. Its driving me bananas. Architecture... so heart wrenchingly scary...