why the hell is the word "quagmire" stuck in my head? what the hell's a quagmire?

i thought this was sort of funny...

[from my social psych textbook:]
"Overall, females reacted more supportively to others' complaints than did males. Females often responded to complaints with suggestions for dealing with the problem or with expressions of sympathy, whereas males were more likely to change the subject, say nothing, or to be overtly nonsupportive ("Who cares -- that's your problem"). So if you feel like complaining, it appears, don't expect much help from your male friends."

and, you know, i never realized how green mountain dew was until i drank some out of a blue cup. it's very green.

boy, have i got some major phlegm issues.

it's almost over. second year of college is almost finito.

today was the last day of instruction but it didn't feel like it probably since i had a midterm. now that was REALLY bad. i don't think i've ever been more nervous during an exam. it was so weird. i was really calm when i was sitting in the lecture hall just waiting for the exam to begin but once it began, i started shaking uncontrollably. it was so bizarre. i actually stopped several times and forced myself to take a deep breath and calm down. it didn't work, but i gradually stopped shaking towards the end of the exam. it was so bad that i couldn't even hold my exam. i had to set it down cuz it was shaking too much. i'm sure no one saw me since everyone was so focused on their own exams, but i felt like a total basketcase. i have absolutely no idea why i was so nervous. i don't think i was hopped up on caffeine or anything. it wasn't even a final, it was just a midterm. I FEEL CRAZY -- not the good kind, the institutionalized kind.

i've got quite a lot of work to do. so i better start procrastinating and get that out of the way which i will do now.

oh, and i succumbed. i started packing already. i couldn't help it, i was antsy and bored. i've already packed two suitcases but here's the sad part - i've hardly made a dent in my closet. aiya...good thing my dad's bringing down an extra suitcase. ;D

so last lecture with my favorite prof today. :*( i love him so much, he's so cool. i'd take his other classes just to listen to him talk. even psychology of sports. that must be a fun class, huh? i'd never get any of the references though, but that's okay. and i think he's teaching a course over the summer called "happiness." how nice would it be to be able to say, "i gotta go to my happiness lecture now." anyway, last lecture with him. and of course we clapped. and clapped. and clapped.

which leads me to my next question - does anyone else clap for their professors or is ucsd just a really strange university? because sanaz says that people don't usually clap for their professors on the last day of the quarter/semester. i mean, yeah, the first time i did it, i thought it was weird since we obviously didn't do that in high school. but then i got used to it. and sorta looked forward to it. yes, i'm a geek, i know, you don't need to tell me, i already go to ucsd, i KNOW. so, yeah, do people on other campuses clap for their profs too?

lalala...i'm wearing my bright pink "THIS is what a feminist looks like t-shirt" today. ashley judd wore one on jay leno!! but i didn't get to see it. :(

okay, last day of class tomorrow plus my behavioral psych midterm. better start studying. ta-ta!!

ohmygod...i just pulled up my denim miniskirt to show sanaz my underwear and just as my skirt was pulled up, ben came running back into the room and sanaz started screaming and it was this whole red-face thing. luckily, the only person who saw my underwear was sanaz.

it's hot pink! i'm wearing hot pink underwear! that's all.

you know, i really want to start packing right now. i have the urge to break out my suitcase and start throwing all my clothes in it. and i would do it too but then i'd have no place to put the suitcase. it'd just take up space. durrr...too many things.

so i did nothing today. went to class and stuff but then...nothing. boring boring blog, this is. sorry.

nove giorni piu finche vado alla mia casa!
[nine more days until i go home!]

in the past three days, i have taken four different medications (or as i just slurred to sanaz, "medifications"): sudafed, unisom, dimetapp, and ibuprofen. although the unisom is a daily one. mmm....pills. wait, the dimetapp was an elixir. ugh. hate elixirs. always need a chaser for those. but mmm...piiiills.

and i miss my mommy and daddy. :(

okay, it really IS non-drowsy sudafed. couldn't get to sleep till 6 am this morning. i tossed and turned for a good 4 hours. it sucked ass. that's possibly the worst thing in the world - not being able to sleep. yes, it IS the worst thing in the world, worse than world poverty and hunger and terrorism. hmph.

so funny thing happened yesterday. me and melissa were driving around looking at houses and i was navigator. it really wasn't a hard job since mel had written out all the directions and all i had to do was read them. but, of course, no matter how simple my job is, i will figure out some way to screw it up. i wasn't paying attention and i forgot to tell melissa to turn so she had to keep going straight on the road we were on. but we didn't panic since we just figured we could turn around later on. but the road went on FOREVER and we couldn't find a place to turn. thing is...this road, it leads straight into mcas miramar which is the marine base. yes folks, we accidentally drove onto a marine base. well, okay, we didn't really drive onto it, since this marine guard stopped us. and as we were driving up to him, melissa kept going, "ohmygod..." and i kept going, "i am SO sorry melissa..." so anyway, i told melissa to just tell the guy that we got lost and we missed our turn so she did. the guard was not very amused. [i think it's cuz he had to stay out in the sun in his uniform. but still. do we, two silly asian girls, LOOK like terrorists? um, no.] so the guard asked mel for her driver's license and told her to go ahead and turn around and he'd give her her license back on the other side. so she turned and he returned her license and all was well. i just couldn't believe that we actually drove straight to the base. that guard was so intimidating. geez.

anyway...i'm still sick. sanaz and i figured out it was probably from leaving the window open at night for the past week. i sleep right next to the window, so...yeah. it's been really warm this past week though, but i guess it just got really cold in the early morning. oh well. and i'm having a bad hair day.

i am so screwed. i hate mae. I WILL PAY SOMEONE, ANYONE, TO WRITE ME A PROGRAM IN TRUE BASIC. seriously, i will pay. worst class EVER.

anyway, i'm gonna go study now for something that actually matters.