I got bored and decided to find out my numerology Number because it was featured on Yahoo! news.

I'm a 5.

5 is bold, temperamental, and sensual

What the hell is that? This makes me sound retarded.

 

I read into my 'number' to see what else was up, and all I found were basically ways to improve myself. grr to them. what a ton of crap.

With a Destiny Number of 5 you must represent freedom to find fulfillment. To live up to your destiny you must work to embrace change and not fear it or cling to the familiar in your life. It doesn't mean rushing blindly into something new, however keeping yourself open to change and taking on new opportunities, challenges and adventures when they present themselves will lead to your ultimate happiness.

 

 

So, what are you?

 

 

 

Helllooo tabulas.

Yeserday night was Fall Fest featuring Lupe Fiasco

and yours truly, didn't attend.

 

oops.

 

Now I know everyone would want to kick my butt for not going to a free concert like that, but in my defense, I'm not really into that kind of music and I was really tired! Dealing with crowds in the condition I was in didn't seem like too good of an idea.

 

anywho, I decided to go home for the weekend and I come home to an empty house yet again. my silly parents. This is what I get for not calling earlier, but it was so spur of the moment. Oh well. This totally beats being stuck in an empty apartment with rainy weather.

 

ps if anyone wants to get me an awesome possum birthday present, lol, I want a digital voice recorder because I'm a nerd like that. okay i'm kidding because those things are hella expensive.

l'amour toujours,

jennifer

I know that no one probably cares, but I think it's pretty cool.

 

The Nobel Prize for Chemistry was announced two days ago, and the distinguished Dr. Roger Tsien from UCSD was given the award.

 

Now I know everyone wonders why on earth I care, but the only reason why I even mention this is because I used to read Tsien's work about fluorescent proteins all the time.

So who doesn't want to give an applause to this man?

 

 

hmm . . another intersting update is that . . I am now a Review Board member for the Saltman Quarterly, UCSD's undergraduate journal of science. Don't ask me why, I just wanted to do it. It sounds totally nerdy, and it probably is. I hope this doesn't weigh me down.

 

 

 

editeditedit. On the topics of nerds . . . . I feel my next exciting announcement  tottttally relates.

hehe, thanks to my roommateee, I finally got a bookstand as an early birthday present! :D:D:D The only downside to this awesome gift is that some of my textbooks are too fat to fit. These dang science textbooks are ruining the awesomeness of my present.

This week has been a rollercoaster.

I've been running into/talking to people I'd bever think I'd see/speak to again.

 

So I saw Kang yesterday. He actually smiled and waved hi to me--though I thought it was kind of forced since we were exiting/entering from the same small side door. I fakely smiled back because I was so caught off guard . . .

And then last night, Marvyn basically forced Sylvia to talk to me online. Totally awkward, and she was being hella slow--so I left. Whatever.

And today. Today of all days I see Alan. I was looking at my boysboysboys photoalbum last night and saw his photo in there. I realized how much I really liked the guy back then and was kind of sad about it. Anyway, he was all dressed up in his dragonboat uniform thing, smiled and waved hi to me on library walk. It was kind of nice. I gave him a sincere smile. I just hope he knew it was for him.

 

oh yeah, today I finally formally met that tall ovt bananasauce worker. It was funny because I had a lunchable cheesy cracker stuffed in my mouth and he was like, "What's your name anyway?" and I couldn't respond because of all that crumby food in my mouth. Very attractive, Jennifer.

Happy Birthday to me. Unfortunately for today, I am no longer a real 'teenager', so I've termed the word twenteen to describe my age.

 

Anywho, I've yet to make a really big deal out of this birthday. I mean, seriously, I'm old and unaccomplished. Nothing really to celebrate if you ask me. And since I'm not in the perkiest mood, I think I'm going to whine/complain a bit, because it's one thing I sure know how to do. Besides, I haven't had one of these rant blogs in a veryyy long time. If on any day where I get some lee-way, it should be today.

 

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On the eve of my birthday, I was left all alone. Was that really any way to make a person feel special? It's actually quite depressing if you ask me. I mean, I understand that everyone was going to come and 'surprise' me at midnight, but seriously, leaving me to my lonesome wasn't really the happiest moment of my life. I remember how much I cried the last time I thought my best friend forgot my birthday. Abandoning me on the eve of it, feels just as bad.
How am I expected to be cheery and happy, and well, surprised when I just spent about nine hours to myself because I wasn't 'supposed' to leave the apartment? The moods just don't fit.  I think the most ridiculous part of this is because I have two set/groups of friends, they all think I'm going to be with the other group for my birthday.

What kind of irks me even more is that everyone was off doing their own group activities earlier, obviously leaving me out of it because I'm supposed to be surprised later. That's a ton of crap. I don't know, it just seemed like the entire night was just a friendly gathering, of course with their own cliques. And because I was constantly torn in every direction because I wasn't spending enough time with a certain clique, I couldn't get involved with any real conversation. It's even moree ridiculous that the people in their little groups are the people who live or are dating each other. What's the point of the gathering, anyway?

Today is my birthday.

This was one I wasn't too excited for since I was becoming the big TEN TEN. (I wonder if anyone can tell that I don't want to be out of my teen years yet.)

Anywho, I had one of them typical birthday gatherings at midnight put on by none other than my old buddy, Steven. You'd seriously think that my roommate would have something more to do with it, but not really.

And even though I was expecting the gathering at midnight, I was still scared out of my mind when I walked out of the room after a short conversation on the phone. I guess I really am a scardey cat.

 

 

My familia came to visit me though. It was kind of sad because they were expecting a lot of people to be around me so they brought a TON of food. But since everyone heard about my parents coming, they all fled instead. Whatevers. I think they're all too hyped up about Edgar's 21st birthday to really care about mine. I mean, what's 20 when you can be 21 and legally drink?

In the past few days, I've had about two encounters with someone I'm still extremely awkward around.

Now everyone knows that I make everything awkward. Just look at what happened between me and Alan. Thankfully after about a year and a half, we've settled our differences and are now talking . . still only on ocassion. lol. At least the foolio acknowledges my presence and he actually wished me happy birthday.

 

Just know that I'm trying really hard to get over things.

 

Such as when Kang came over for my birthday. I tried really hard to talk to him and make him feel as if I was over things. Seriously. And I'm glad the foolio came, because if he didn't, well, I don't know. I'm glad he's trying to get over my rejection since I think he makes things even more awkward than I do. That's really not a good combination if you ask me. :B 

But sometimes it just feels like no one really believes that I'm trying.

And that everyone tries to force things on me. I'm sorry if I take a while to forgive and forget.

 

So with these encounters with an unnamed person, I dunno. I'm sure I was an ass since I semi ignored the person. But I couldn't figure out what else to do. I think when I'm just in shock, I panic and forget everything reasonable and just hide. So whatever. I'm sorry.

Sometimes I really do not understand why my dad sees me as some sort of technological guru. The other day he called me up asking how to make the television work--as if I had the exact same model of television right in front of me along with the manual.

 

Yup.

 

Well today, I somehow Vlocked the only two channels I get on my dinky 12 inch television.

 

Nice!

 

I wasn't aware that a television that old would even have the capacity to be parent locked. I didn't even set a password--well at least I don't remember doing anything like that and all of the default passwords I could even think of did not work. Nonetheless, I cannot figure out how to fix it and am now completely television deprived. It's not like I even like watching the channels I got anyway, but I liked the idea of being able to. xP

I have a bad habit of bringing a lot of fruits and food down to San Diego and well, just not eat it. And it is not that I don't like them either. I just get too lazy to peel and prep the fruit and food.

So today I forced myself to eat one of my delicious organic fuji apples for breakfast.

Then after dinner and buying junk food, I forced myself to eat my kiwis.
And this got me thinking . . . . .

 

Today,  Marvyn and I sped up in this one hallway that narrows in the center because we wanted to bypass some people. 

Then behind us, we wear some little old professors say,

"See. They are doing it right."

"Yeah, you're supposed to speed up in a venturi flow."

 

That statement made my day.

 

 

I'll explain, a Venturi Flow Tube is narrow in the middle and looks like this.

By the laws of physics, fluids and objects should generally speed up in the center. If a pipe's diameter changes over its length, a fluid flows through narrower segments of the pipe faster than it flows through wider segments because the volume of flow per second must be constant through the entire pipe. Get it?

 

 

See, going to school with a ton of science nerds has some sort of payoff--I guess.

Since when was rhino spelled rhinocerOs anyway.

 

So I was eating some Mother's Circus Animal cookies. You know, those pink and white frosted cookies with sprinkles on it. Delicious.

Then I realized that I was eating a rhinoceros cookie.

Since when was there a rhinoceros in the cookie bag? And how is a rhino a circus animal?

In any case, that rhinoceros still makes my tummy happy . . okay maybe it just makes ME happy.

Cheers!

 

 

My sister is in the ER.

 

I hope all is well.

 

I am in a dilemma.

 

Everyone knows that I like to sleep with a ton of pillows on my tiny tiny twin bed. I'm just ridiculous that way. And everyone knows that I love love my stuffed animals. Since I am, you know, twenteen now, I am much too old to be playing and getting more stuffed animals. This is why I only brought two with me to school, because I can't give them up.

 

Of course, I brought my beloved steeyore.

 

and I brought my cute little stuffed bear, with the sad name, Bear. 

 

(I am pretty amazed I was able to find these photos on my computer. Of course, these were back when they were still fluffy and cute. Now they're kind of . . . let's say, diseased.)

 

But recently, I've gotten two more. One of them is officially mine. Meet cottonhead.

He's my super soft brookstone dream bear that Albert gave to me on my birthday. Cute right? For one thing, I feel bad not liking the things people give me, so of course I like this one. Plus, he's so soft and cute.

 

Then last, meet Mushy. He's not officially mine. I just stole'd it from martinmartin, because I would do something like that.

 

 

My problem now is that I simply do not have room on my bed for all of them. Sure they all look happy just chillin' on my bed,

but at night, they know that someone has to go. Sad.

Winter 2009 class schedules are out.

 

 

And there are too many classes I want to take!!! *_______*

Plus if I end up doing this special studies lab, I should/can only take 3.