Wednesday, 08 July 2009

• Currently Get Well Soon By Julie Halpern see related

  super-rambling

  Xanga, Xanga, Xanga

  
  

  I really enjoy being on this site. I like to read the featured posts and the comments on those posts. Sometimes I go on it during work. However, since Xanga isn't really relevant to work, I go to the partner site, Tripcrazed, instead. Then again.. I think it's okay that I use the internet for my own personal use since other coworkers do that too... but I really shouldn't since I'm an intern in the first place.

  
  

  I like writing in blog entries. I think about writing in Xanga more than once a week now. I don't mind if no one comments. Well, I know Konary comments on most of my recent blog entries at the very least, which is nice. It's cool either way. It's a public diary thing anyhow. I always think about what to write in my Xanga bloggy. I really want to write about Kaya, or something. I love Kaya so much. (It's not a person. It's a type of bread spread. Look it up if you're feeling it. ) Instead I'll just write little streams of thoughts that I've been thinking about and suppressed for so long.

  
  

  I don't really miss school at all right now like I did a while ago. I have books instead. I don't miss the hundred friends and classmates I communicated with during school. It actually feels better. But at the same time, it feels ugly because I'm NOT talking to anyone from school but Liz and occasionally Kiyomi, India and Monet cause we meet up at Mission High for those stupid internship classes we have.

  
  

  Speaking of those internship classes, I really hate them. It's a waste of time, and the annoying teacher patronizes us and she's incredibly stereotypical of teenagers. She always smiles for the wrong reasons, like "if you don't do this, you won't get full credit in this class. *wide grin* Oh, don't glare at me." Hmm. Then again she might be smiling for that very reason of wanting to fail us. Who glares at a teacher after that statement anyway? It's a one-way trip to getting on bad terms with a teacher. She imagines really weird things from us. We're just staring at her. What, does she want us to smile back to that little threat or something?

  
  

  I finished V for Vendetta today. Well, I read the comic. I've been done with the movie. At first I was reading it and then my friend and I started to read it, and the plot became super confusing for me near the end cause the movie actually was quite different from the comic itself.  Who are these people? What's she doing there? Why did THAT happen? India was also confused and said I should read it slower and then explain it to her when I understand, and MAN did I understand it after going back and rereading it. Everything interconnects and it's a GREAT comic. Can't wait to explain it to her in class tomorrow. I'm reading another book now. I freaking love books again! It's a great alternative to using the internet in my free time. I spend my work breaks reading now, instead of listening to my iPod. It also gives me a good excuse to isolate myself in my room besides for sleeping.

  
  

  I would write about my workplace. I just don't want my coworkers to find it, so the entries where I talk about work are set to private for my own personal view. :)

  
  

  Next would be about UCSF...

  It's not bad working there, I guess. At first I really didn't like it because my regular newspaper duties are basically unstable and it was always those two guys who got to take the newspapers around, and then the other leftovers from other groups have to do other things like filing or something. I dreaded coming to UCSF today. I came like ten minutes late cause I knew they didn't care anyways. Then I stuck stickers on the newspaper with this girl and then I switched to rolling the newspaper cart with the two guys I didn't really like in the beginning cause they wouldn't talk to me for no reason. Then after like.. 3-4 minutes waiting for the elevator I talked to them and they turned out to be pretty cool when we finally let off that awkward air. I learned that they were my grade level and from Lincoln and all this stuff about them about which I found easy to talk to them.

  
  

  BTW when I was taking the bus there I decided to take the 2 (went the wrong way anyways), and the bus driver was a JERK! He wouldn't let this father and son get on in the beginning, and ignored them standing at the doorway, and then I walked to the bus and he sees me and I see him turn his head away from me and he mouthed out (or yelled, no one could hear it) "DAMMIT" or "F*CKIN SH*T" or something. And when we three got on he looked away, ignoring us again and he was just a GRUMP to us. ):< Well it's YOUR fault that you're behind schedule, but bus-driving people around is YOUR job and you're at a RED LIGHT ANYWAYS. 

  
  

  Sorry for the super long post. I've been suppressing this all day and STILL couldn't figure out what to write in my blog entry. Here you go.

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