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| So my first class is at 12:00 pm tomorrow and I feel like I can stay up
as late as I want. I don't really have much to write about because I
haven't really done any interesting things lately. I haven't worked out
in like three weeks. Instead I've been trying to refine my
tree-climbing skills. It seems I'm getting stronger by doing that
instead of actually working out. I'm also working on trying to catch a
fish longer than 12 inches at the Allen pond. I don't know if such a
fish exists though. I am also looking at apartments for next year. We
still need to find a fourth roommate though. I realized that I get real
contemplative when I stay up late at night, although all thoughts and
feelings kind of get jumbled up, and nothing concrete really
materializes. Then I often listen to Death Cab and get depressed. This
is really sad. I'm going to sleep.
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| Awesome first week of school. The semester looks to be promising, although next week is just the first full week of classes.
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| These last two weeks of summer are turning out
to be quite unproductive. A lot of people are on vacation and I have no
car during the day. So basically I am stuck at home for an hour or two
each day (this is the time between when I wake up and my parents come
home from work at 5 p.m.).
The house is very hot all day long. I believe
the thermostat is set at 80 degrees. After I take a shower I
continuously dry myself off for 15 minutes because the amount of sweat
I produce from the act of drying myself is equivalent to the amount of
sweat I actually wipe off. Sometimes I get tired of this charade and
just collapse on the carpet and roll around naked for a while. It is
hard to sleep at night. I think I am developing a rash on my neck.
I have been playing a lot of online pool in
hopes that it will improve
my actual pool skills. If this does indeed work, I will start playing
Dead or Alive Beach Volleyball in an attempt to be a big-breasted
female beach volleyball player who also happens to be an assassin.
I am also trying to run 1.32 miles everyday
(according to Yahoo maps that is the distance around my neighborhood).
This has not turned out so well. I can only seem to run a mile without
collapsing to the ground. One time I was dragged home by a random
homeless man. He tried to take my clothes in exchange for dragging me
home, but I threw a rock at him and ran away (he later tried to eat the
rock but ended up breaking his remaining two teeth).
Oh, and I will change this layout soon, very soon!
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| ***Highlight the text (Ctrl+A) to make it easier to read*** I swear the
owners of Ari-Rang, a local Korean restaurant in Champaign,
are completely racist (or I guess ethnicist in this case). I would stop
eating there but it's so close to the apartment. So here's the
scenario:
8:16 p.m. - I go and order a dish to go, horribly mispronouncing the
name, and thus allow the owner to discover my true (un-Korean) identity.
8:19 p.m. - While I'm waiting, a group of college males (of Korean
nationality) go up and order their dishes (in the Korean language).
8:21 p.m. - A middle-aged (Korean) couple with a wee (Korean) baby walk
in and order their dishes (speaking perfectly fluent Korean by the way).
8:23 p.m. - The owner motions that somebody's food is done. I attempt
to get up out of my seat to retrieve the food. I discover that the food
belongs to that of the previously mentioned (Korean) college males. I
return back to my seat and wait.
8:26 p.m. - The owner again motions that food is ready, apparently in
some predetermined (Korean) sign language because the middle-aged
(Korean) couple, now with jubilant expressions on their faces,
immediately walks up to retrieve the food. Thinking that they are
mistaken and that the food is mine, I get up again. I am quickly
escorted back to my seat empty handed.
8:29 p.m. - The restaurant is starting to become deserted as all the
(Korean) people leave. Finally, another plate of food is prepared. The
owner points at me. Thinking that this is a trick, I remain seated. He
points at me again. I slowly get up. Alas, I get my food that took a
full 13 minutes to prepare. It is already cold. As I walk back home
with my carry-out, it starts to rain heavily. I am cold and wet. I
start to cry.
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