Breakfast at Tiffany's

And finally, for yes­ter­day. Yay! I’ll be caught up again after this!

Hmm… woke up hecka late… like 10:30ish. Yeah, I know I’m a sick bas­tard for say­ing that after going to sleep at 6:30. But I can’t help it. My body is pun­ish­ing me for being stu­pid. That’s the only log­i­cal expla­na­tion I can think of, any­ways. Had a ran­dom chat with Peggy and kept her from com­ing back to Davis for a good half hour. She made fun of me and told me I have low stan­dards and laughed at my “first day of kinder­garten” story.

I guess I’ll re-​tell it now for the folks who haven’t heard it before. It came up because we were talk­ing about fob­bi­ness, and she didn’t believe that peo­ple called me a FOB before. Well, when my par­ents raised me, we spoke noth­ing but Viet at home, so I went into my first day of kinder­garten know­ing not a sin­gle word of Eng­lish. Basi­cally I just did every­thing the teach­ers said based on their ges­tures and facial expres­sions. There was one time when were were sup­posed to be read­ing words off flash­cards (sim­ple words, like, “cat”) and I was just like… “Uh…” :shrug: when it was my turn.

But any­ways, that’s not the impor­tant part of the story. The impor­tant part is, right around lunchtime, I had to go pee. But the teacher just kept talk­ing and telling us to do stuff, and I didn’t want to bother him, so I just held it in. I held it for the whole day. And then when my par­ents picked me up, I had them rush home as soon as pos­si­ble, so I could go pee for days. So then my mom asked me why I didn’t go at school, and I told her what hap­pened. So that night, the first Eng­lish my par­ents ever taught me was, “Excuse me, I have to use the bath­room.” (I still don’t know how I went from that and years of ESL to the per­son I am today, for­get­ting more Viet every day. My par­ents tell me I speak Viet with an Eng­lish accent now when I go home.)

OK, so get­ting back to my day… took a shower, and then watched the new episode of Numb3rs. It was a bit fake, but eh… It’s still some­thing to do. Talked to some more peo­ple online. Merry made me down­load more manga… Mon­ster and MPD Psy­cho. MPD fin­ished first, so I started read­ing it. It’s pretty… dis­turb­ing. About along the lines of Ichi the Killer dis­turb­ing. In fact, Miike Takashi, the direc­tor for the Ichi movie, as well as other movies that make me cringe (like Audi­tion), also made a show of some sort of show out of MPD Psy­cho. The place I down­loaded the manga from had the first six episodes of it also avail­able for down­load. Nor­mally my mor­bid curi­ousity would push me to pump through the series, but I was feel­ing a lit­tle more squea­mish than usual yesterday.

Took a lit­tle nap, and then it was time for BComm. Sophia picked me up, and we were off. A bit late for BComm, but that’s OK, the major deci­sions were made already. We were actu­ally on time for ExComm, along with most of LComm, now referred to as the “ExComm groupies.” Whereas the real ExComm was all late, except for Jack­son and Jenny D. What’s up with that?

After ExComm, Steph gave me a check for $4. I was very happy as I walked down to the Pledge Meet­ing. Sat through that… noth­ing spe­cial really. It seemed to drag on for some rea­son. I was rather sleepy, and a bit hungry.

Oh wait, I do remem­ber some­thing spe­cial. My mom­mies made t-​shirts for each other to wear. It was so cute. Mommy Van made a shirt for Mommy Tang with some bis­honen (“pretty boy”) faces, and cap­tioned it “N SYNC” at the bot­tom with sequins. And Mommy Tang made a shirt for Mommy Van with strate­gi­cally placed foam hands, com­plete with cap­tions for each. It was great.

And of course, there was the quote of the day. This occurred when Merry went up to Tony, who was sit­ting next to me, and asked him what his require­ment was for his signature -

“Do a handstand!”

- Me.

“What?! Take my pants off?!”

- Merry.
Man… you hear what you want to hear, you sick puppy!

And Becca gave me the offi­cial Birth­day Fairy plushie at the end of the meet­ing. The tag even has a lit­tle story about it. Wow! Thanks, Becca! So maybe it was a spe­cial meet­ing, after all.

After the meet­ing, Don­ald took me to SNR at Pita Pit and treated me to a South­west Spice, their new pro­mo­tional item. It was OK… the guy who was mak­ing the pitas didn’t seem par­tic­u­larly happy to be there. Maybe it was just the fact that all of us were there that he wasn’t happy about. SNR was filled with booty scoops, girl-​on-​girl-​on-​girl lap dances, vio­lent Kore­ans, and wild con­spir­ing among adopted lines.

After SNR, went home and of course went online again. Esther and I decided that next term, Loose fam­ily will have a “Tiffany’s” theme and all our gifts will come in Tiffany’s boxes. Just imag­ine how jeal­ous the other pledges will be when ours get this hat, horn, and noise­maker at Fam­ily Reveal­ing. (To make the links work, you have to click on your coun­try of choice once.)

Inter­net cut out for a bit, and I wrote up a post as it was down and thought about going to sleep. Then it came back, and I posted. Then I went to sleep.

Tags: Family, Internet, Jenny D, Movies, Quote of the Day, Viet, Work