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I Feel Just Like A Child

Yes­ter­day…

Man, my mind can’t take it any­more. Woke up at 5:30 because Peggy S was sick, so I cov­ered her chalk­ing shift. Alice C picked Drew M and me up at 5:45 and we were off. First, dropped Drew M off at Kinko’s. He had to print out fly­ers for Ser­vice Fair. Then we went on cam­pus and met up with Bethany W, Jimmy P, Jane L, Liz S, and Sang D for the project. We split up, and Alice C and I took Liz S and hit up Soc Sci, Young, and Olson. Got caught up there, and Bethany W met up again with us there after her crew fin­ished up their side of cam­pus and she sent them home. After the project, Bethany W and Alice C went to Baker’s Square for break­fast, but I went home to pass out.

Woke up again at 10, which is when my first class started. I thought I could sleep for a bit and get ready for my sec­ond class, since the first class’ lec­tures are recorded and put online any­way, so I could just down­load it later. Then I got caught up online with ser­vice and some other stuff like writ­ing a post for my awe­some read­ers, so I missed the bus that would get to school by 12, too. More online stuff, and Peggy S made dumplings for lunch, which I mooched. :)

Even­tu­ally, I did catch the bus, and went to cam­pus for Ser­viceComm. Too bad no one showed up for it. I talked to a cou­ple folks infor­mally about what we wanted to do, and asked peo­ple what they wanted out of ser­vice, but not much came out of it. Sat around for a while eat­ing fun-​size Laffy Taffies and read­ing the lame jokes to each other off the wrap­pers. Quote comes from one of them.

What do you call Robin Hood’s mom?”- Drew M.

What?”

- Every­one.

Mother Hood.”

- Drew M.

Hahaha!”

- Peggy S, who couldn’t stop laugh­ing for five minutes.

Ugh…”

- Every­one else.

Yeah, here’s the two jokes on my wrap­per: “What do pigs put on their cuts?” “Oink­ment.” “Why did the ghost sing off-​key?” “Because he left his sheet music at home.” Har-​dee-​har-​har.

Went to Peggy S’s Non-​Verbal Com­mu­ni­ca­tion class after her with that. It’s really inter­est­ing stuff. Sandy L’s in that class, too, and the pro­fes­sor always makes Korean ref­er­ences — we think his wife must be Korean — which we check with her for accu­racy. I left at the break, though, to go to ExComm, which was just out­side, because Peggy S’s class is in the same room as the gen­eral meet­ing. ExComm was pretty smooth, and after that was class time again.

Lec­ture was pretty cool, we saw some videos today illus­trat­ing the dif­fer­ent approaches to the treat­ment of men­tal ill­ness fea­tur­ing Carl Rogers and Albert Ellis.

After class, caught the bus home with Peggy S, and ran into Andrew M, Emily T, and Mabel H on it. We all sat in the very back like cool kids. When we got home, drove to Mur­der Burger for din­ner. Two Aggie Anni­hi­la­tors for $10.71 is a great deal, but the food in gen­eral is going down­hill. The burg­ers aren’t as tasty, the fries are sog­gier, and they don’t have that great BBQ sauce they had before. Food coma after that.

100 Degrees

Now that I think about it, I’m still pretty far behind. Should have writ­ten more yes­ter­day, but Saturday’s post was so long, and I had to do it twice because Fire­fox crashed the first time. Oh well… here’s Sunday…

Izzy P got a call in the mid­dle of the night and I woke her up for it since I was lying next to her. She didn’t sound very appre­ci­ata­tive, though… les­son learned: don’t wake up Izzy P.

Woke up at 5 and got ready in min­utes. Took a lit­tle longer to get every­one else ready. We left Peggy S’s place at 6, which was a lit­tle behind sched­ule, since we told Hanh D we would be pick­ing her up by then, and she lives on the other side of San Jose. For some rea­son, I was lead car to both Hanh D’s place and to the actual project. Maybe Peggy S and Ian R think I’m respon­si­ble, and/​or know my way around Frisco. Hehehe. But I did keep us going at a rea­son­ably good clip (aver­ag­ing 75), and we got there in time. And before the chair. :)

After we signed in, found that they weren’t very well orga­nized, and job assign­ments were almost a free-​for-​all. Most of us were doing Check­point 4. Doing what, I couldn’t even tell you. Then Will F announced that they needed another Delin­eator, so I went over to that crowd. Found out that what Delin­eators do is put down the cones that mark the course route, and pick them up again after every­one has passed. Not too com­pli­cated. I was in group D3 with Deb­bie P, Jackie H, Kevin P, and Thu H. And there were three non–APhiO peo­ple and David, our super­vi­sor and driver.

The first thing we had to do was put on our day-​glo orange hats and vests. (I think it’s a step up from the hot pink one I got last year. :) )

Putting down the cones was easy. We assem­bled them on the truck, and dropped them strate­gi­cally spaced out along our sec­tion of the route. Then one of us had to run along with cau­tion tape and con­nect all the cones. We also had to set up a cou­ple of bar­ri­cades to stop cars from turn­ing onto the course, and to mark some course haz­ards, like a big pile of dirt on the side of the road.

After we fin­ished mark­ing up our sec­tion, went to a big bend in the course between Check­points 1 and 2 and stopped there. Helped Energy 92.7 set up there, and Cheer SF was there, too. Spent the next four hours cheer­ing on every­one that went by. David was very inspired, he made pom-​poms out of extra cau­tion tape (one of the non–APhiO peo­ple told us last year he made skirts with it) and had a bunch of cheer signs ready. They included, “Your boots were made for walk­ing,” “You go _​_​_​_​_​(Fill in the blank),” “Thanks Gold Crown Walk­ers,” and “You walk­ers are bananas! B-​A-​N-​A-​N-​A-​S.” Oh, and he took one of the many “No Stop­ping” traf­fic signs from around the park and wrote under it, “You’re halfway there!” He also told us to think of some­thing, and he would put it on a sign for us, but none of us could come up with anything.

So we stood around for hours. Well, Kevin P and I stood around. Deb­bie P, Jackie H, and Thu H did a lot of danc­ing to the music. Thu H even requested songs. Saw Amy K, Diana Pai, Kitty K, and Carol S in the crowds. Also saw this scary old man who had a hot pink wig, neon orange bikini (com­plete with male camel-​toe), and tall black heels on. It was like the sun… I didn’t to look directly at him, for fear of per­ma­nent dam­age to the retinas.

Got sack lunches again. They were sit­ting in a cooler on the truck the whole time, but we didn’t really bust into them until the walk was almost over. Partly due to that one guy. It’s a good thing we did wait, though, because we def­i­nitely needed the energy for pick­ing up the cones. The process was a lot more involved than putting them down. We had two peo­ple run­ning slightly ahead tak­ing the cau­tion tape off the cones and wind­ing it up to throw away. Two more peo­ple ran along out­side and handed cones into the truck as it drove by. One per­son on the plat­form on the back of the truck to take the cones being handed in. And finally two peo­ple in the truck tak­ing the cones apart and stack­ing them up nice and neat.

That took a while. And I was stu­pid and stepped in a pot­hole and rolled my ankle, mak­ing me take a pretty embar­rass­ing fall and scrape my knee. And my ankle swelled up. That was fun.

After we fin­ished up, headed back to the other side of the park, where the fin­ish line was. Along the way we passed Jimmy P and Jane L’s Delin­eator crew, who were still hard at work. And their sys­tem wasn’t as good as ours. Oh, and ran­dom peo­ple we passed would shout, “We love you, Cone­heads!” as we passed. That was nice.

So we got back to the fin­ish line, where every­one else was. First thing Peggy S says to me when she sees me is to demand my hat, so that she could have the full set. Nhi K seemed to have every­thing under con­trol as chair, and told every­one we were all free to do what­ever, the project was now offi­cially over.

Ian R, Izzy P, Peggy S, Thu H, and I walk back to the cars, only to get stopped every cou­ple of yards by some­one who wants to buy one of Peggy S’s hats off of her. Got back to the cars and the plan was to fol­low Ian, who was going to Star­bucks, a gas sta­tion, Costco, and then back to Davis. Tried to fol­low him out of the city, but I lost him right before get­ting on the ramp to get onto the Bay Bridge, so I decided to just lead Peggy S back home. (Well, still stop­ping at Costco, by for­go­ing the Starbucks.)

Found out that Ian R some­how ended up pretty close behind us, so I was once again lead car. Took us most of the way, and then Peggy S (or maybe it was Ian R, I wouldn’t know because both Thu H’s cell phone and mine died, but she was the one who moved and had me fol­low) decided we weren’t going to the Vacav­ille one. We stopped at the one between Vallejo and Fair­field. I for­got the name of the town. Ian R and Peggy S got Harry Pot­ter there, and then I bor­rowed Peggy S’s card to get some gas.

Made it back home after long last, and I passed out almost imme­di­ately. Woke up a cou­ple hours later and went online for a bit. Peggy S woke up and we went out to din­ner. Were gonna eat at Thai Bistro, but they closed a lit­tle early, so ended up at Old Tea­house, where we ran into Ian R, Alice C, Becca Y, and David Y. Oh, and Deb­bie AY, Jenny D, Ling K, and Randy L were at a dif­fer­ent table, too. Peggy S got her Seafood Udon and I wanted the Seafood Bake, but they told me the oven was bro­ken, so no bakes pos­si­ble. I doubted it was actu­ally bro­ken, but what­ever… got the yin-​yang rice instead. Quote comes from din­ner talk.

My yogurt tea tastes like fever!”

- Peggy S.

What?”

- Us.

It tastes like fever!”

- Peggy S, not elab­o­rat­ing very well.

It tastes kinda like medicine…”

- Me, after try­ing a sip.

No, it tastes like fever! If you could drink fever, this is what it would taste like!”- Peggy S.

After that, Peggy S needed to study, and I offered to keep her com­pany by read­ing with her. Only we didn’t have a place, because she can’t con­cen­trate at her place, and my place was super hot. So we invited our­selves to Sophia C’s. But she wouldn’t let us bring Harry Pot­ter into her apart­ment, so I started to re-​read Crypto­nom­i­con instead.

After a while, Sophia C got tired and kicked us out, so I dropped Peggy S off, went home, and passed out.

Gone To The Movies

I’m going to com­bine Sat­ur­day and Sun­day into one post, because I did pretty much the same thing both days. Well, Sat­ur­day, I alter­nated between watch­ing movies on the com­puter and and nap­ping all day long. Saw the Ini­tial D live action movie around lunch. I was bitch­ing to Aaron L about how the damn Chi­nese had slaugh­tered it, and his reply?

It’s not like the orig­i­nal was Shakespeare.”

- Aaron L.

Sadly true, the orig­i­nal wasn’t the great­est, but doesn’t that make the movie even more crap­pi­ness if they took some­thing so-​so and turned it into vomit?

That evening, I was sup­posed to go see Dark Water with Peggy and some oth­ers, but decided to stay home instead. Oh, and I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith, because I thought every­one in town had already seen it. I have to agree… that was a hot movie! If Brad Pitt and Ange­line Jolie are allowed to pro­cre­ate, their off­spring will indeed bring about the Fourth Reich. And I’m not talk­ing about automobiles.

Tried to go to sleep around 11, but ended up wak­ing up at 1:30, and couldn’t fall back asleep until 4.

Then there was Sun­day. More movies watched includ­ing Mada­gas­car, Seoul Raiders, Sahara, Inter­preter. I enjoyed the first three, although Seoul Raiders is nowhere near the level that Tokyo Raiders was at. Inter­preter, though… so dry and bor­ing! What the hell is wrong with Nicole Kid­man? I don’t think I’ve liked a movie of hers since Moulin Rouge.

Thu called me up that night to hang out with LJcomm. I was kinda scared to show up, since Jimmy P and Haley have been hat­ing on Din­hter­net so much. :) They said they were going to Slide Hill Park, though, and I couldn’t resist, so I grabbed the DC trays and headed off to Wil­lows. Lit­tle did I know, that would never happen.

After I got to Wil­lows, it seemed like they were drunk already, but they insisted they hadn’t drank yet, so maybe it was just the heat get­ting to them. I swear I felt steam when I stepped into their apart­ment. Stood around and talked for a while, and then we decided to play King’s Cup. Only they play with weird rules, and they drink hard alco­hol instead of beer. (Diluted with Sunny D and/​or what­ever else is handy. They’re crazy, but not sav­age.) Jimmy P, Jane L, and Kevin all had class and/​or midterms in the morn­ing, so it was really just Haley, Thu, and me play­ing. I was alright, except for a headache I had since that after­noon from star­ing at my mon­i­tor all day. And pos­si­bly dehy­dra­tion, too. I ended up “win­ning.” Or “los­ing” … how­ever you see get­ting the fourth King.

Then we went out to chill in the hot tub for a while. The jets were weak, but the water was hot enough to make the air seem cold, so that felt damn good. Just chilled and talked for a while, and a cou­ple of quotes came up.

Put your box­ers on back­wards so noth­ing slips out.”- Jimmy P to me, since I didn’t have trunks.

I’ve never heard of that before. I didn’t do it, but noth­ing inde­cent hap­pened. Not by me, any­way. Jimmy P and Haley kept try­ing to get Thu H and Jane L to strip. Even­tu­ally, the peo­ple with class got sleepy, so we called it a night.