oh. my. GOD. i just went downstairs and found all this baby stuff all over the place and ohhhh....my ovaries...

oh okay, i should explain, before anyone thinks my mom is pregnant or anything. my mom and my aunt have been babysitting these two little boys - a ten month old and a three year old. i thought they just came over and like, chilled here for a bit or whatever, but they have their own CRIB and PLAYPEN set up in the family room. and there's a baby-walker-type-thing in the living room. thing is, i didn't notice this when i first got home cuz i went straight upstairs to my room. i noticed this just now when i went downstairs. and, oh, here's the cutest part, i looked into the playpen and on this pad, you can see where the three year old scrawled out the alphabet several times. OHHHHH!!! IT WAS SO CUTE. MY OVARIES WENT WILD. I WANT A BABY NOW. ohmygod...the family room looks so adorable. all this baby stuff everywhere. i love it.

although, when i was talking on the phone with my mom the other day, i could hear the kids screaming in the background. well, not screaming, just talking REALLY loudly. but but...did you see his alphabet?? it's so cute!! awwwwww.....i wish there were babies in the family room right now!!

okay. i'll stop now.

AHHHHHH!!!!! IT'S ALL SO CUTE!!!!!

okay. i've made it. i'm home safe and sound. ahhh... it feels really really weird. like, just driving home from the airport was just weird cuz like, we passed by all these things that were, of course, familiar, but like vaguely so. it seriously feels like i haven't been home in like ten years.

oh yeah, and i'm on an ancient computer with an ancient half-broken keyboard and an ancient mouse and i'm using ancient dial-up. but hey, at least i'm connected, right? :) sad how i can accept these poor terms just because i'm so addicted to the internet.

so flight came in a few minutes late. my parents are freaks. they got to the san jose airport just as i was boarding my plane in SAN DIEGO. so they were basically waiting at san jose international the entire time i was in the air. oh well, at least they were there on time! so we got home about an hour ago and i already unpacked my toiletries. i never unpack my clothes because, well, i dunno. nowhere to put them really. but i've changed into my pajamas and i've taken out my contacts which have been killing my eyes because i've had them in so long and i feel soooo much better. like, i could pass out at this very moment. i sorta dozed off on the way to the airport and then when i was on the plane, but it wasn't for very long, so i'm just really really tired right now. i'm actually not sleepy, just exhausted.

OH! and i FINALLY got my chinese new year money!! chinese/vietnamese/lunar/whatever new year money. money is money. red envelopes are red envelopes. ;D i wish it could be like this every time i came home for break - just a shitload of money waiting for me at home. oh, that'd be nice.

oh yeah, wanna hear something funny? while i was packing, i noticed that i had a HUGE tear in my pajama bottoms, the old navy ones. and the tear was right below -- sorta on -- my right butt cheek. and i was just holding up my pants, staring at them, wondering "how long has that been there...?" and you know what's funny? i know exactly how i got that tear. see, when i sit in my chair, i tend to twist and turn a lot, usually leaning heavily on my right butt cheek. and the thing is, every time i twist and turn on that chair (it's a sorta-polished wooden chair), i hear this squeak/fart-type sounding noise and i always think, "oh, how funny!" (yeah, yeah, we all have our immature 8th grade moments, okay?) but i never thought that every time i was doing that, i was making the tear in my pants bigger and bigger. oh well. at least i'm home now so mommy can fix it. ;D but really, how long was that there?? why didn't anyone tell me? i mean, i'm sure no one stares at my ass all the time (their poor eyes), but still...was it even noticeable? hmm...

anyway, i know i said i really could pass out at this very moment, but really, my homecoming is not complete without reuniting with my direct tv. so i will go do that now and THEN i will pass out.

yay!! helen is a goddess. :) she's giving me a ride to peterson. i love her. I LOVE HELEN!!!!

okay, i TRIED to pack light, i really did!! but it just didn't work out. yeah yeah, i KNOW i'm only going to be home for a week, but you're telling that to the just-in-case girl. i just need more clothes....just. in. case.

oh yeah... FINALS WEEK OVER!!!!!!! spring break has officially begun!! mtv says so!! no, really, mtv's spring break thing just started. what perfect timing. anyway, stat final was okay. my prayers were like, semi-answered. well, no, they really weren't. it wasn't an easy exam. but it wasn't heart-breakingly difficult either, so...whatever. it's over.

so, i'm all packed and my bags are just sitting here in my room. i really really did try to pack lightly. see, this is my method of packing:

1. stand in front of the closet. (opened, preferably)
2. pull out AAAAALL the clothes i wanna bring.
3. dump pile on bed.
4. fold clothes.
5. attempt to stuff everything into suitcase.

so, yeah, i went through all that again this afternoon, but when i realized the suitcase was NOT going to close, i was forced to sadly pull out a bunch of clothes. funny thing though...i filled my entire suitcase with clothes.....and then i realized i hadn't packed a single toiletry. so i pulled out my blue duffel bag and just threw a bunch of stuff in there...toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, hair dryer, and uh...other stuff. oh, yeah, shoes.

okay, but here's the thing though. how come it looks like I'M overpacking but it's okay for so-calers to pack like ten times more?? i guess it's because i'm going to be flying back while they can just dump all their shit in their cars, but still. i'm not a freak. I DESERVE TO BE TREATED THE SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE. hmm... need sleep. whatever.

well, really, it's not all that bad. it's just a big suitcase and a blue duffel bag. oh, and my messenger bag which is the carry-on. but um...one tiny problem: i'm gonna need help getting my stuff to the shuttle stop at peterson. no, it is NOT because i am a small, (physically) weak little female [which, you know, i'm not], it's just A LOT of stuff AND it's at peterson which means walking up peterson hill. now, walking up peterson hill to go to class is bad enough. but walking up peterson hill with luggage just SUCKS. i already did it for thanksgiving break and i only had my suitcase. now it's a suitcase and a duffel bag. uuuuugh. AND, i haven't slept in like...a really long time. yeah, i thought about taking the [campus loop] shuttle, but it's gonna be such a big ordeal to lug the suitcase up the shuttle steps, then back down the steps, and ugh, just ugh!

it's okay, really. i can do this. these boots were made for walking. i am woman, hear me roar [gasp, pant, wheeze].

[if anyone finds me passed out partway up peterson hill, please drag me and my luggage up the rest of the way. thank you very much.]

geez. a ucsd sophomore tried to climb up one of the cliffs last night and got stuck when it got dark. he used his cell phone to call rescuers and lead them to where he was. hm.

you wanna hear something really stupid? i had ALL DAY today to study.

uuuuuuuugh....i told myself that i would NOT start packing until my stat final was over, but strangely, my suitcase found it's way out of the hall closet into my room and a bunch of my things started to mysteriously pile themselves near the suitcase. yeah, i dunno what's going on...

you know, just so people don't like, nag me or anything, i actually AM studying...just very veeeery slowly...

ohmygod...look at my horoscope (from smarterchild):

Here's your Capricorn horoscope for Friday, March 22nd, provided by AstroAdvice
"Arguments will lead to physical injury. Do not take criticism too personally. Your financial situation will suffer if you expand your interests too quickly."

it's just the first sentence that worries me; i don't care about the rest of it. oh well, emode has better news for me:

"With the silly mood you're in this week, Capricorn, things could get a little goofy. In fact, you might find yourself laughing at the oddest things. This is exactly what a workhorse like you needs — some random weirdness to lighten your load. Just make sure you're letting your friends in on the joke, otherwise they might feel they're being laughed at!"

hmm...i wonder what the onion has to say...

Capricorn: (Dec. 22—Jan. 19)
"You will feel clearer and more organized but somehow less vital when the story of your life is professionally copy-edited."

...huh? oh, look, there's a horoscope.com...

"If something doesn't go according to plan don't worry about it. Time is on your side and the longer you wait the better. It may be best to back off for the time being."

AH HAH!! see?! i KNEW it was okay for me to procrastinate. finally found some proof... "the longer you WAIT..." yeah, i know i'm gonna kill myself when grades come in. consequences shmonsequences....shmonsequences...hahahaha....that sounds so funny.

oh, look, it's 330 am. four and a half hours until stat final...

uno dos tres
uno due tre
mot hai ba
un deux tois
en to tre
eine zwei drei
um dois tres

look, i can count to three in seven different languages. oh, eight, if you include english. okay, so i only knew the first four. i got a little help from my friend, free translation for the last three (norwegian, german, and portuguese).

yeah, it's called procrastination people. oh, shit, look at that, it's a quarter to three. final in a little over five hours.

because i just said that, it's going to be a hard final. i've jinxed it, i know it. yeah, just watch....

ugh.

*knocks on wood* once more, for good measure.

please please please please PLEASE make the stat final easy so i don't feel guilty for slacking off. PLEEEEEAAAAAASE. *clasps hands together and shakes fists in fervent prayer motion*

ugh. i'm so not motivated to study. it's the end-of-finals-week-slack-off. really, i wish italian and stat had been switched around and i had my stat final first and italian last. i totally panicked over my italian final when i really didn't need to, i only panicked over it because it was my first final; i SHOULD be panicking for my stat final right now, but i'm not because well, i'm going home tomorrow!! like, i just can't get that out of my head. ugh. well, i'm planning on staying up all night, because i would feel really guilty if i just went to sleep. i'm not tired anyway. and besides, it's an 8 am final. i'm just afraid that i'll be so tired tomorrow that i'll fall asleep at the airport and miss my flight. *knocks on wood*

hours till spring break: 11.5.
hours till i'm home: 21.5. i think.

oh yeah, and sanaz nearly killed me today. so we were walking to her car which is parked a little past ralph's. actually, sanaz wanted to take the bus first, but i told her that i didn't think any of them would go that way. we argued about it for a little while actually because she was so sure that there was one that went to ralph's, and i was pretty certain that there wasn't. so after standing at the bus stop for like, two minutes, sanaz decides to start walking cuz she wants to get to the bank before it closes. so we've barely started walking when the 41 bus passes by and stops at the stop light just next to the va hospital. i didn't even notice it was the 41 bus, but sanaz starts getting all excited, yelling, "THAT'S OUR BUS!! THAT'S OUR BUS!!" and like, pushes me into the middle of the street to try to cross to the va hospital stop in order to get there before the bus. in the meantime, i just look around all confused, "what...?" so i've just been pushed into the middle of the street when sanaz yells, "CHERRY!! STOOOOP!!!" and pulls me back and so i stop smack dab in the middle of the street, just in time to miss getting run over by this white pickup going in the opposite direction. so the pickup passes us and we cross and make it to the stop before the bus gets there, but here's the kicker: we DIDN'T take the bus.

[at the bus stop, panting]
sanaz: ...oh...i think you're right....i don't think this is the right bus.
me: ......

i very nearly became roadkill in order to make it to the stop in time to NOT take the bus. we ended up just walking all the way to her car, which i expected we would anyway. you know, it's a good thing i don't freak out very easily. okay okay, so maybe some of you call that being "slow" but hey, would you rather have two hysterical girls trying to cross the street, or one (sanaz)? really, this was all sanaz's fault. she was quite hysterical, pushing and pulling at me. and i know she's reading this right now. after the whole incident, she said, "at least this will make an interesting blog, right?"

so there. that was my interesting story for the day. the whole thing was actually pretty funny especially the narrowly-escaped-death part. now back to studying. :)

oh, and days till spring break: 2.

signs that you've been watching too much tv instead of studying for finals: you attempt to use your remote control as a calculator.

vietnamese final OVER. two down, one to go. our vietnamese skit went pretty well actually. i thought what i did was pretty embarrassing, but there were other people who did way more embarrassing stuff, so yeah, i feel better. ;D i'm gonna go... "rest" and then try to study some more for my stat final.

i had a weird dream last night. i dreamt that jamie sale and david pelletier visited ucsd - i even remember exactly where on campus i saw them. i was walking down peterson hill and they were standing on the right. i remember i noticed a whole bunch of people standing around them and they were all wearing red. and i was walking with someone...i forget who. for some reason, i think it was sandy, which is just so weird because i haven't seen san in like...months. anyway, when i realized it was jamie and david, i started to run towards my apartment to go get my camera. but then i just stopped and turned around because i thought they wouldn't be there when i returned. so i went up to them and introduced myself to jamie. and then, i introduced her to san. and then i asked if she could sign my right pant leg. i remember what i was wearing too. my god, i was wearing some hideous clothing. i was wearing this red sweatshirt with yellow sweatpants. yes, i looked like ketchup and mustard. and i have no idea why i asked jamie to sign my right pant leg, but she did. actually, she raised her eyebrows at me first, then she signed my right pant leg. and then david signed it. and yeah. that was about it. it was a really interesting dream.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! sorry. am i first, am i first?? ;D

uuuuugh...italian final over. it was hard. oh well. i don't think the in-class will be worth that much since we had a take-home. so...whatever, it's over. my italian teacher is so nice though! she brought in bagels and orange juice for everyone. she did this last quarter too, but this time, i actually took a bagel. i loved her so much after i took that first bite. mmm....free bagel.... :)

anyway...i'm gonna go finish the rest of my bagel and pass out.

this is the time of year when thousands of college students preparing for finals are thinking the exact same thing: "i knew i should've paid more attention in class. goddammit!@##@%@#$!%^&*!!!"

well, okay, maybe it's just me.

oh, and there are these two trees right outside my window. the wind from the storm outside is blowing the trees around like crazy and now i'm afraid the trees will crash through the window, which by the way is right next to my bed, and kill me while i sleep. or just hurt me really really badly.

okay, i need to get back to my regularly scheduled PANIC.

oh wait, one last note: frickin' AMAZING episode of alias tonight.

ohmygod....PANIC!! panicpanicpanicPANIC. (yeah, i dunno what's up with me and repeating things four times).

currently: panicking.
full of: panic.
in the mood for: panic.
thinking of: PANICPANICPANICPANICPANICPANICPAAAAAANIIIIIIIIC.

i love jimmy fallon. no, i am IN LOVE with jimmy fallon. he's so cute. mmm.... :) lovehimlovehimlovehimLOVEHIM.