my extremities are frozen...
Jan. 12th, 2003 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater... and yet, I am still online. >_<;;
I've been having a lot of ups and downs this whole weekend. It's rather annoying. While I don't like my life to be as bland as tapioca pudding, I also don't liked to be chucked into a blender set to "whip the Hell out of it."
First (timewise anyway)... Victoria Secret's Semi-Annual Clearance Sale is evil in a malicious fashion. I spent over an hour in that damn store pawing through brightly colored and printed undergarments. This is not a normal thing for me to do. Also, I am not, shall we say... heavily-endowed, so it was hard for me to find anything that actually FIT. I did make off with some cute little halter-types that are sort of like jogging bras but not really, and I like them because they don't have underwires.
Underwires hurt!
Let's see... also got my hair cut. Finally. It's all short and chin-length again, which means that: Yes... I look like a 13-year old girl. Okay... 13 is pushing it. 15 years old, but no higher. Went to the beauty salon that I always go to, with my mom. *sigh* Also have learned that waxing is evil. Very evil.
Hurhm... also spent the better part of the day pissed at my dad, because I was forced to wake up at 5 AM to haul HIS lazy ass out of bed to go to work. Heh. If I didn't wake up, he would have missed work. Lucky bastard. I know I shouldn't say such things about the man who gave me half of my genes, but dammit... 5AM! On a SATURDAY! Because he was TOO DAMN LAZY TO SET HIS OWN ALARM!
*breathes*
I'm okay now.
The flight up wasn't so bad; we actually landed a bit early. I took a taxi straight from the airport to the house, because it was dark and I wasn't going to ride the BART with all my luggage. Also, didn't have any ones to buy an AirBART ticket. >_< The trip cost me $40, healthy tip included. And maybe I'm just aching for attention or something, but I had the feeling that the driver was trying to hit on me. See, 'cuz when you get in a cab alone -- especially for a long drive -- you HAVE to talk to the driver. It's polite. So we were making small talk. I'm rather proud of that. I dearly hate to make small talk with strangers (mostly because I suck at it), but I think I managed to keep us both occupied for the whole drive.
Of course, I had to mention that I lived with my "uncle" and "aunt" (they're really my cousins), because he asked me if I lived alone or with a roommate. I also made loud exclamations over my "uncle" being home because his truck was in the driveway. Actually, he wasn't, and I knew he wasn't, but... HELLO, small single Asian girl here. I'm not hurting to get mugged or anything.
But I tipped him fairly well, so it all works out.
Now I need to go buy my books for class (ack! starts on Monday!). I also got my grade report and opened it up. I didn't totally fail all of my classes, thank [insert name of diety here], but I didn't do super well either. Now I'm worried that I didn't do well enough to keep my scholarship. *winces* 3 Bs and 2 Cs... my GPA is 2.something. I've NEVER had a GPA below 3.0... EVER.
This is what I get for going into law, ne?
I've been having a lot of ups and downs this whole weekend. It's rather annoying. While I don't like my life to be as bland as tapioca pudding, I also don't liked to be chucked into a blender set to "whip the Hell out of it."
First (timewise anyway)... Victoria Secret's Semi-Annual Clearance Sale is evil in a malicious fashion. I spent over an hour in that damn store pawing through brightly colored and printed undergarments. This is not a normal thing for me to do. Also, I am not, shall we say... heavily-endowed, so it was hard for me to find anything that actually FIT. I did make off with some cute little halter-types that are sort of like jogging bras but not really, and I like them because they don't have underwires.
Underwires hurt!
Let's see... also got my hair cut. Finally. It's all short and chin-length again, which means that: Yes... I look like a 13-year old girl. Okay... 13 is pushing it. 15 years old, but no higher. Went to the beauty salon that I always go to, with my mom. *sigh* Also have learned that waxing is evil. Very evil.
Hurhm... also spent the better part of the day pissed at my dad, because I was forced to wake up at 5 AM to haul HIS lazy ass out of bed to go to work. Heh. If I didn't wake up, he would have missed work. Lucky bastard. I know I shouldn't say such things about the man who gave me half of my genes, but dammit... 5AM! On a SATURDAY! Because he was TOO DAMN LAZY TO SET HIS OWN ALARM!
*breathes*
I'm okay now.
The flight up wasn't so bad; we actually landed a bit early. I took a taxi straight from the airport to the house, because it was dark and I wasn't going to ride the BART with all my luggage. Also, didn't have any ones to buy an AirBART ticket. >_< The trip cost me $40, healthy tip included. And maybe I'm just aching for attention or something, but I had the feeling that the driver was trying to hit on me. See, 'cuz when you get in a cab alone -- especially for a long drive -- you HAVE to talk to the driver. It's polite. So we were making small talk. I'm rather proud of that. I dearly hate to make small talk with strangers (mostly because I suck at it), but I think I managed to keep us both occupied for the whole drive.
Of course, I had to mention that I lived with my "uncle" and "aunt" (they're really my cousins), because he asked me if I lived alone or with a roommate. I also made loud exclamations over my "uncle" being home because his truck was in the driveway. Actually, he wasn't, and I knew he wasn't, but... HELLO, small single Asian girl here. I'm not hurting to get mugged or anything.
But I tipped him fairly well, so it all works out.
Now I need to go buy my books for class (ack! starts on Monday!). I also got my grade report and opened it up. I didn't totally fail all of my classes, thank [insert name of diety here], but I didn't do super well either. Now I'm worried that I didn't do well enough to keep my scholarship. *winces* 3 Bs and 2 Cs... my GPA is 2.something. I've NEVER had a GPA below 3.0... EVER.
This is what I get for going into law, ne?
