lets BEE friends.

boarding the amtrak for a near 4 hour ride without music is like going to the beach and forgetting your bathing suit. three kids sit diagonal in front of me, complaining about having nappy hair and reiterating about getting off at antioch. the lady in front of me is excitingly engaged in conversation...with them...encouraging them by asking to sing its a small world. behind me are a pair of 12 year olds talking to each other as if theyre in the middle of a britney spears concert. great. a red dot is flying around in the seat in front of me. congratulations, you kids meet the prerequisite for attending middle school: knowing how to use a laser pointer. sadly it is a small world. normally i enjoy interacting with kids, but i suppose its only when theres some sort of school affiliated event going on. or maybe i just like the kids in my family.

one person wished me a happy valentines day on saturday. i ran into her at the mall. her name was hong chau le. and she was from davis. what a babe. she even gave me her number.

sample of the conversation:
"do you live in the dorm right now? i used to live in gilmore. it was all girls, but you know, haha, it wasnt always all girls" *wink wink*

the pearl tea house offered a pretty interesting deal on saturday. buy one drink and get the 2nd for only 99 cents if you come with your loved one. and if you know me well enough, youd expect me to take advantage of this deal. yes, continue to scratch your head in wonder- my relationship status remains the same (temporarily).

"hi what can i get for you today?"
"ill have a green bean slush and a green apple slush"
"okay. the second drink is 99 cents if you come with your lover. did you come with your lover?" after thinking for a few seconds i quietly reply, "yes.
"Who?" the lady at the counter asks, sporting a devilish grin.
i rotate my arm slowly and point behind, eyes remaining fixed on the cashier so as not to have to look in that direction. my eyebrows slant upward as if i fear for my life.
"her", i softly utter. after paying the cashier my heartbeat slows down now that the traumatic part was over.

i returned to my seat with gail, my sister. most disgusted mood ever.

to briefly sum up my weekend: fun yet productive. id prefer not to vomit the details out like youre my mom and dad asking for my whereabouts.

ah, the journey on amtrak continues. the lady two seats behind me just screamed, "my seat is wet! someone, i need a Depends", she exclaims in her thick filipino accent. funny filipinos, cant live with them, cant live without. prior to coming home, i had a blast chilling with gary and ethan again for a few hours. craziness is something davis often lacks, but can be easily found at home.

my attempts at regaining complete fearlessness have progressed after being home. a few months ago i mentioned grabbing the bull by the horns more often as a new years resolution. being passive sucks. when people arent explicit about what they want sucks. laziness sucks. so ive decided to invoke a new attitude beginning this week. friday i originally had 3 midterms, but with careful bargaining using my half-assed chinese/chinglish, i pushed a midterm forward to thursday. plus i have an econ lab that day. whats a boy to do? thus hell week begins. its time to return to the nerd roots of high school and spend every time im not eating, sleeping or in class, at the library or the quad (weather permitting). part of the reason my grades have been subpar not just this quarter, but throughout all of college, i think is because im not being influenced like i was before. knowing my motivation, every time i slack off ill force myself to remember it. hopefully by the end of the quarter the results will be something to be proud of. else its back to the drawing board for improving myself.

this bus is fully packed with students to davis. and its friggin hot and smelly. which reminds me: note to self, take a study break with big bro.

oh ya did i forget to mention that the girl from davis is my optometrist. and that she graduated class of '90. and that her business card sits in my wallet. pretty sweet right there. actually ill admit it was interesting talking to a davis alumni who returned home to fresno to work.