Pick-up lines are generally lame and for the most part, they don't work.

I tend to like the really stupid ones, or geeky ones.

But today, I heard one that I'd like to keep in the books.

After our trip to Walmart for a halloween costume today, kdao and I were walking towards Edgar's car and this random dude sitting around outside said to us,

Boy: Hey, you guys dropped your smiles.

Confused, we both looked back to see if we dropped anything. Then we look back at him because the question was so odd and we didn't think we dropped anything. 

Kdao and I: Whatt?? [with slight smiles on our faces]

Boy: Good catch.

Kdao and I: Ohhh [with bigger smiles on our faces]

Boy: Now that's more like it.

Perhaps I'm just totally lame and what the guy said to us really wasn't that clever and cute, but whatever, I guess the line(s) worked on me.

Hello Tabulas.

I've never been one to care for politics. Actually, I still don't know too much about it. And history and political science bore me. I remember pissing off some of my floormates first year because I said that I didn't care too much about voting. But I mean, seriously, there weren't any good elections that year anyway. whatevers to them.

People are always saying that it is the college population that does not care enough for voting and that they are not making an impact in how the state and country will run. Well if my Molecular Biology class is a good representation for the college population, I'd say that there is a good turn out of college student voters for this election.

but nevertheless, I registered to vote for this year's crucial election. Seriously though, if someone like me finally cares, it must be big. Best part is that my momma has no idea since I don't live at home and registered at my apartment. (I basically blame my parents for my political ignorance)

and you know what, I finally voted.
I'm not afraid to say/hint which political affiliations I am, either, because this is a weblog and everyone knows that journals are full of crap anyway.

I've just been too afraid to say where I stand in the apartment I live with, because my roommate is hardcore conservative and republican.
And my other apartmentmate who cannot vote because she isn't technically a citizen of the US . . well . . let's just say she hangs on really tight to her Christian morals.

I hope you can figure out how I voted.

And I'm alive.

My parents never trust me to drive. When my mother heard that I wanted to go home for the weekend, she emailed me a few days before asking me to seriously reconsider going home.

Thanks for loving me, mom.

The night before, my dad offered to come down to pick me up.

I don't get it. Why doesn't anyone believe that I can actually do it? I've driven to school many times and back once, but every time, I had one of my parents sitting right next to me. Even Jenny was warning me about getting drowsy while driving. And no matter how much I reassured her that my singing in the car will keep me awake, she still insisted that I leave early in the day (which I didn't) :0. I think I'm just spiteful and am going against everyone's wishes.

But tonight, even though I was all by myself and running on little sleep because some "Withheld" number decided to call me at 6 in the morning (jerk i kick yo face if i could), I did not even feel the need to close my eyes.

And stop buying novelty socks.

I don't think I've really ever owned socks that didn't have bears, bunnies, chickens, polka-dots or some other weird design on it.

I know they're retarded socks, but plain socks just felt so dull. I don't know.

In any case, I think it's best I stop buying them for the sole reason that . . . well, when you lose one sock, you basically have mismatched socks and can't even pretend that another sock matches. (Green and purple just don't look the same, you know?!) Taking one more step towards maturity just comes along with the process.

Whoever says that sasquatches do not exist have not lived in my apartment, because I tell ya, they're living in the apartment right above mine. I deal with them stomping around. I deal with the fact that they shh'd me for talking too loudly--even though my window was open. I deal with hearing their conversations clearly through the ceiling. I deal with the fact that their bed is hella squeaky. I deal with everything, simply because I try to be nice and reasonable. 

But when they all of a sudden decide to stomp around, fall everywhere, bang on the walls/floor/whatever, shout their conversations, and play their bass/music super duper loudly at 2 am in the morning so the walls are vibrating to their horrible music when my roommate and I are clearly sleeping, then that just is annoying and makes me mad.

I'm done playing nice.

The girls in apartment 428 now have a complaint report filed under them at the office -- and if they piss me off again, I'll report them again until they get kicked out.

They better watch it, because Jennifer is angry.

After an awesome possum dinner at Professor Weinhausen's house, I didn't think the night could get any better.

And it didn't.

Because Jenny parks her car really close to the neighboring spot, and I get stuck with the spot with the dumb pole, I scratched the side of my car.

What a way to end my night.
I'm sad.
How am I supposed to study for two midterms when all I can feel is sad because of my car?

And seriously, why the heck can't Jenny take the inner spot because she has hecka more experience driving and parking than I do. Plus, I leave a lot more than she does. D:

I was a cute baby.

Except I looked like a little boy. (Who can tell the difference, I'm asian)

I finally turned in my Biology Special Studies application to work in a lab with Dr. Schulteis (I finally got my mentor!) and do research on the neuropharmacological basis of drug addiction, dependence, tolerance and withdrawl. And because his lab is in the VA Medical Hospital, I have to go through the lengthiest registration process just to become a member of the 'team'. Also, security is super tight since I am playing with drugs like heroin, morphine, valium and alcohol. This requires fingerprinting, multiple tb tests, background checks, and who knows what else they have planned for me. Because I am basically applying for a job at the hospital (except I get no compensation), I have to prove my citizenship. They said I can show an expired passport.

In any case, I finally got my expired passport mailed to me (since sending a ss card is so risky) so I can show it to the VA hospital to prove that I am a US citizen. I just wonder what they'll say since the picture is so old.

I love checking the weather before I go to school. It just makes things easier on my part, especially since I no longer live on campus and can easily grab a jacket whenever I feel like it. But I hate turning my computer on, and television weather is only for San Diego, not La Jolla. So I like to ask people if I can.

But I've learned a good lesson.

Never trust your guy friends for weather and clothing advice.

No, seriously.

I once asked Martin what sweater would be appropriate for the weather that day, especially since he was already out earlier--he should know, right??? Wrong!!!

My worst weatherman, though, has got to be my roommate's boyfriend. Whenever he's around in the morning, I stuuupidly ask him what type of clothing would be necessary.

Last Thursday, I asked him if it was going to be warm that day. He was driving earlier, he should know, right? WRONG. The fool told me that it was T-Shirt weather, so I stupidly wore just a t-shirt and froze my butt off in class. I had goosebumps throughout lecture, and I went straight home after class--not once considering staying late for a section because I was that cold.
I found out later that when he was driving, it was fogging outside. Does that make any sense? How does fog translate to 'wear a t-shirt'?

If anything, you'd think that I had learned my lesson. But alas, I didn't. 

It has been due to rain here in La Jolla for the past couple of days. If anything, it should have rained today and storm tomorrow. Fearful of these weather forecasts, I stupidly asked Ken if I should carry along a warmer jacket--since I was only in a thin sweater. Of course the guy agrees with me, and I lugged a bigger jacket to school only to find that it was totallllly unnecessary. Rather, I was burning up in the sweater I was wearing. Stupid stupid stupid.

I really like having my car down with me in San Diego. It gives me the freedom to go where I want to (though I don't take advantage of that), or if I have some type of meeting or thing to attend, I don't have to worry about finding a ride.

The best part of it is that I don't have to ask a million people for rides home on certain weekends.

But what goes around, comes around. I now have Stacy asking me for a ride back to LA.

See, now I generally wouldn't care if it were a friend I was close with at some point in my  life, because there would be too much to talk about on the way home.
But no. Stacy and I have never been, and probably will never be close and if anything, it would just be a lame car ride back with nothing to say, and I would feel totally awkward wanting to sing to my horrible songs.
So am I totally selfish for not wanting to take her back?

I am dreading 6pm, when I know for sure sure that I will have to respond.