Sorry for the funkyness yesterday. I updated b2evolution and didn’t realize that I didn’t finish updating all the way. I updated the files or something, I guess, but it didn’t update the DBs and I had to do that myself. So I do that and it keeps telling me that there’s a problem with evo_blog.blog_stub, I had no idea what that meant, so I ended up digging around with phpMyAdmin and Finally figuring out how to delete the old preset blogs. So those are gone, but a couple new problems have popped up. For one, faerylanding.net/blog doesn’t seem to lead here. Second, I’m getting this skin with a shitload of broken images. At first I thought b2evo overwrote my skins, but I SSH’d in and it looks like everything’s still there. So I have no idea what’s up with that. >_> I’ll try to fix that, but if I can’t, sorry! The admin interface of this thing is cool. Hahaha.
Hahaha, I have not updated in AGES. So yesterday was Thanksgiving and I had tons of food. No turkey, but tons of food nonetheless. At five, dad fried oysters. Then we had artichoke. And veal. And yams. Then we dropped by the Chee’s house where they had tons of dessert. Jaci’s working on all her college apps. poor girl. -_- Then we got home, I was on the internet, talking to a bunch of people and dad starts cooking. Again. Note, it’s about 11 by then. So we had cornish hen. Really good, but I was stuffed. Keith also MSN’d me, apparently Taylor is back from Florida.. But I’m guessing his mom is home, so I absolutely refuse to call. Haha. Yes, I am absolutely terrified of her. Actually, it’s not so much her, it’s more the idea of her figuring out who/what I am. I mean, geez, as far as she knows, I’m Sierra. *lol* .and, I am too lazy to write a whole long, proper update.
It’s 1040pm. I just got back from having dinner with Jas, Yi, Jojo, Erika and Simon. We ate at Plern, the Thai place on University. The food was pretty good, a welcome break from the food at Crossroads. The Big Game was also today. We kicked Stanford’s ass. 41-6. Bwahahaha. The Stanford mascot annoys me like anything though, it’s this annoying floppy tree that dances around. For a while Jas’ away message read: When we say â€˜Go Bears!’ What does Stanford say? â€˜Go trees?’ A lot of the cheers were also absolutly insane. ^^;; Dad’s here. So far he’s only given me two lectures. That’s a pretty good record, so far. Though that might be because I just keep talking and talking and talking. I know that works, because it’s what I used to do at home, but it’s easier now since I don’t have to make up or remember as much stuff – there are a million and one things I can tell him since I haven’t seen him for so long. A certain person is starting to tick me off majorly. For convinience’s sake, I will call this person xxx. So I’m happily online and xxx IMs me, asking if I want to eat dinner. I tell them that I’ve eaten. xxx wants me to go with them anyway. Like I’m there to walk them around the damned school. It’s half-past midnight and xxx wants to go to the Den to buy food. I tell them I’m doing something and will go when I’m done. Five minutes, I say. Five minutes pass and I tell them I’m ready to go. xxx says they’re writing an email. So I think to myself, Fine. An email, this shouldn’t take too long. Half an hour later, still no signs of xxx being done. So I tell them that I’m going to do homework and not going. To this, xxx quickly replies, saying they’re ready. I say no. I end up getting something like five IMs, over more than one program basically saying, Katherine? We’re going now okay? I’ll meet you downstairs. Like I said yes. At this point, I had flopped over onto my bed and started doing homework. More than once in the last few days, I told xxx that I just got back from playing poker. So xxx wants to play too. Hints a whole load that they would like to play also. I don’t take the bait. Finally, xxx asks straight out and I tell them that we’re a fairly small group of friends and such. xxx wants to be thick and dense and says it’s alright. So we finally play once in the study lounge and we invite them to join. That works out. First game. After that, during the second game, I mention inviting xxx to one of the regular poker players. Y’know what he says? He’d rather not play with anyone he doens’t know. I have a pretty good feeling that the rest of them felt that way too, they just didn’t wanna say anything to me. The list goes on. My basic complaint is that xxx seems to think I’m there to fill in all the boring parts of their day. Let’s get this straight: I am not here to walk you back and forth from the Den whenever you feel like it, no matter how much you beg. Second, I have friends, we party, play cards and go to football games when we want to. You have NO right to bug me about who I hang out with and what I do. I do what I want, when I want with whom I want. That’s it for the bitching. Haha. Let’s see, what’s happened lately? Thursday night we played poker in the fourth floor study lounge. That was pretty fun, though I ended up waking up at eleven and crawling out of bed at 12 on Friday. I quote one of our lovely racist jokes: (Little mexico + simon make the most racist jokes I have ever heard) Ricardo: Why are the blacks [poker chips] worth so much? Simon: Well blacks are useful if you can make them work hard. *laughs* Ricardo: That’s like saying a pig is useful if it can fly. *Ricardo and I laugh, no one else got it* Speaking of racist jokes. Simon: [insert something gramatically incorrect here] Me: [Insert correction here] *Simon turns around to face me* Simon: Who’s the American? Vincent: Gimme iStache! Me: No way! Vincent: You think I’m going to take him? Just because I’m Mexican? Anyhow, Ricardo ended up winning, with Kelley second and Simon third. I was fourth, since I made a really stupid bet with Simon. Simon: Katherine’s like that too. She plays really conservative most of the time then she suddenly goes nuts and starts betting like crazy. Me: I get bored. Earlier Thursday, I get back from my class and go online: Simon: I have a surprise for you. Me: What? Simon: Where are you? Me: In my room? then Simon shows up with a pack of GUMMY DINOSAURS. They are the coolest. (that night, while playing poker) Simon: Well, I saw them. sugar and dinosaurs. I knew Katherine would love them. I spent most of Friday being a bum. Then we attempted to go the bonfire, but ended up not going since the line was too long and waiting didn’t appeal to us lazy people. We had dinner at Crossroads, walked back to the dorm and they decided they wanted to drink. So Simon, Vincent and I went to Beverly Cleary and someone who was old enough bought them beer. I wasn’t drinking, since my dad was picking me up in three hours. They drank, I played cards with Simon, Vincent and Olivia. First Simon and I played Gin. Then Simon, Vincent and I played Bullshit. Then Simon, Vincent, Olivia and I played Mao. That is a bizzare game. Seriously weird. Then Dad and Uncle Simon picked me up. Tada. & Jonny sent me guitar tabs. Hahaha. Coolness. ^^ Oh, Thursday night, I get hungry at around midnight-ish. So I run downstairs to get popcorn from my room and I check AIM and Jonathan messaged me. jon (1:03:55 AM): dun dun dun! Auto response from fake muggle (1:03:55 AM): I have spaced out. jon (1:04:07 AM): you are now my Official Face Book Friend jon (1:04:08 AM): =) fake muggle (1:04:59 AM): off playing *cough*poker*cough* jon (1:05:02 AM): AIHAH! NOT IDLE jon (1:05:07 AM): lol you WERE?! jon (1:05:15 AM): AH HAH* fake muggle (1:05:30 AM): fake muggle (1:05:32 AM): poker-ing. jon (1:05:36 AM): man jon (1:05:46 AM): you should have read what i put in your face book wall jon (1:05:49 AM): how did i know fake muggle (1:05:49 AM): haha fake muggle (1:06:00 AM): okay, gotta run. poker game still going. fake muggle (1:06:45 AM): I read it. fake muggle (1:06:47 AM): Lol. fake muggle (1:06:55 AM): cya~ jon (1:07:13 AM): lol jon (1:07:19 AM): bye poker addict =P =) oops. Okay, it was around one-ish. Whatever. Um fake muggle is me, quite obviously. Jon isn’t his whole screenname, I just took off the rest of it since he might be one of those privacy people who doesn’t like having their sns posted online. That whole thing is funny because Jonathan is the one who taught me how to play poker. read my entries from maybe a month or so ago. Anyhow, I’m going to go put pajamas/sleeping clothes on and go to sleep. Must wake up nice and early tomorrow to slave over my rhetoric essay. ^^;; How FUN. Got sidetracked, looking through AIM logs. The person I talk to most, by far is David. Second is either Kelley or Simon. On MSN, it’s probably Anthony (Sheets, not Drillon or Lin. I’ve never IMd Drillon and Lin is on AIM). On YM, it’s Drea. Speaking of talking to people. I’m blubbing around in bed Friday afternoon right, when my phone rings with this number I don’t recognize. It’s Taylor, using his Mom’s phone since he was taking a school trip to Florida and she lent him her phone. That was pretty neat. I don’t know if GA will ever be finished, since we’re both so busy. I still don’t see him online regularly and I don’t call regularly anymore since he’s been really busy with school. Nevertheless, it was nice of him to call for a bit, even though he couldn’t talk for long since he was using up his mom’s minutes.
I haven’t updated much lately, have I? I have about an hour to go before today’s first class. I am seriously considering skipping that. But I know I shouldn’t. I feel like I’m missing something here. Like there’s something I should be doing that I haven’t done. Last night we ended up playing poker again, I swear, this is going to be the death of me. Math quiz tomorrow. Rhetoric paper for day after tomorrow. No more poker for me. I’ve decided that while I want an iPod more, I’m going to save up for an external (hard drive) first since it’s cheaper and I need one of those more.
Nicked of some random girl’s LJ~ 20 years ago I 1) was not born 2) 3) 15 years ago I 1) was probably getting over jealously at having a baby brother 2) was probably running around, driving my mom nuts 3) was a cute kid with short hair 10 years ago I 1) was at Bentely (spelling?) 2) knew that Mum and Dad were considering moving 3) was pretending that we were aliens from another planet 5 years ago I 1) was in seventh grade 2) was classmates with Char and Candy. Tespan was formed. 3) was obsessed with Pokemon and other anime bits 4 years ago I 1) was a D’er. Classmates with Drea, Prit and Eris 2) started debating 3) was part of that little group Pam dubbed the Bench. 3 years ago I 1) used to sit on the sidewalk and talk to Pam 2) started debating halfway seriously, brainwashed Tatsie 3) went to Canada 2 years ago I 1) got into this stupid, annoying fight that wasn’t really a fight with someone. Damnit. 2) ebated a load. Tried out for WSDC. Didn’t make it. 3) SDC. Nuf said. 1 year ago I 1) was applying to colleges 2) skipped WSDC tryouts. Got annoyed during IISDC. 3) decided Math wasn’t so bad So far this year I 1) have started college 2) moved away from my parents 3) had a six month summer break Yesterday I 1) had no class 2) went to the city 3) went to sleep at four Today I 1) ate a sandwich 2) fixed the hole in Kelley’s comforter 3) started working on another layout Tomorrow I 1) will start doing homework. Maybe. 2) spend lots of time on the internet 3) talk to Taylor. Haha. I sound obsessed.
My head hurts. Not majorly, but kinda. (That doesn’t make sense, does it?) Well, I just wrote a fairly long bitchy entry. But it’s on private. Haha. That’s what happens since I can’t filter this blog as well as an LJ can be filtered. Hate. Hate. Hate. Anyhow, before we left to go to the party we went to, some random number calls. So I answer and it’s some guy. Well, I thought it was. It turned out to be Taylor. I haven’t talked to him since. Friday maybe, so that was a pleasant surprise. Haha. He’s out on a school trip thing and he borrowed his friend’s cellphone to call me. How nice of him. That was cool. Though it was like 2am his time, well, he said he had been up playing poker or something. He says he’ll call again on Saturday. & that I shouldn’t call his friend since he (the friend) might pick up. It wouldve been cool if his mom didn’t have a track phone, so she’d probably have free nights and weekends. Then again, calling Berkeley would show up on her bill. Haha. Speaking of phone bills, it’s a really good thing that mom isn’t here anymore, so she can’t check my phonebill. Haha. It’d basically go: Eldred. Eldred. Eldred. Berkeley. Fresno. Eldred. Eldred. I’m talking to Titch. Being totally weird. Reminds me of the time Tiff freaked out cos Titch was saying such strange things. It turned out to be a drunk friend who had taken over his computer.
Today was pretty fun, the first time I’ve taken the bus around San Fran. Finally got out of bed at about twelve (I seem to be becoming a normal teenager, sleeping loads.) though I woke up at 11 and poked at my computer some. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and such and Kelley, Jas, Olivia and I went and had breakfast at Crossroads. We took the F to the city (after missing the first bus) and I had to call the ortho to tell him I’d be late since I missed the bus. While we were on a bus, there were these black ladies who were talking about going to go do something to someone. I’m under the impression that some guy broke up with one of them. She was saying something about a Playstation and rolled a joint while she was on the bus. While we were going over the bridge, one of them started bitching about how the grass is always greener on the other side and such. It was sunny in the city and overcast in the East Bay. Apparently Kelley was looking at her kinda funny (basically trying not to laugh) so one of them turned to us and started joking with us about the other girl being thinking she’s a poet. It was actually pretty funny. We got to the city, Kelley read the map and told us which way to go. Haha, I’m absolutly incompetent with maps. So I got to the ortho, got my retainers and made an appointment for next year. Yeesh. Like I’m going to remember. -_- After I was done at the ortho, we took two buses and went to buy Jas’ cousin a Berkeley sweatshirt at some some store in Pier 39. On the way, I noticed the ickle signs saying 39c/lb for persimmons. Jas and I were pretty excited about that, though Kelley has never had a persimmon before. After Pier 39, we took one bus to Chinatown. Jas and I bought our persimmons and I bought some candy. It’s that jelly stuff that has rice paper around it. We had dinner at some dinky dimsum place. I miss proper, non-Crossroads chinese food. I kinda felt like I was in Hong Kong. Surrounded by all the Cantonese speaking people sloshing around in the puddles. I had to attempt to order the food since those two had no clue as to what was going on. Sadly the lady I was ordering from didn’t speak english or mandarin, so I was stuck pointing at things. While I can’t speak or understand mandarin fluently, I think I’d be able to understand prices and such. Oh well. In the end, it cost us thee bucks eighty cents for dinner for the three of us. I think I spent more money on persimmons and candy. We stopped by Macy’s for a bit since Jas wanted to go shopping but Kelley and I weren’t very enthusiastic, so we didn’t stay there long. BART’d home. The End. David just left, I fixed his pants. I’ve been meaning to do this for ages and not been getting around to doing it. So that’s finally done. Whee.
I’ve spent the last three hours lying in bed, listening to random songs. I’m bored as hell. Yi’s asleep. Kelley and Jas are out drinking. God knows where everyone else is. I wish Simon was online, I’d go borrow his guitar. Blah. Once again, there are lots of things I should be doing, or things that I could be doing. But I can’t think of a single thing that I want to do. Except, maybe, play the guitar. Augh. We’re going to the city tomorrow though, so that should be fun. I think I’ll go to sleep soon. Early. Very early.
Okay, so ages ago, Taylor was trying to teach me how to use PSP. So he decided we were going to draw pandas. So we drew pandas. I actually still have mine saved somewhere, but his came out looking kinda like a cow so we nicknamed it Cow the Panda. It’s his MSN av until now. Fast forward a little bit, I sent him a gmail invite, and he got cowpandaATgmailDOTcom. So today, he ran out of space on hbn.net and I offered fl.net. So I was talking to him, and it went: Me: SCP Taylor: S-wha? Me: Like Stupid Cow Panda Taylor: Okay I didn’t like that phrase, but I gotcha. Anyhow, back to homework.
I usually feel this way before a certain time of the month. Y’know, PMS type. But no i feel this way now. A week after that time of the month. And I’ve felt this way for days. It’s not fun. All I want to do is crawl under a rock and sleep. Or eat. And maybe talk to people and be miserable. But not all people, I don’t wanna talk to some people right now. But it doesn’t really make a difference, because they probably don’t want to talk to me anyway. I feel like a little kid. Pissed of at the world, but too small to do anything about anything.