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Believe in Love... Fight h8

Wednesday, Nov 19, 2008 7:02AM / Standard Entry / Members only

This weekend, I attended a No on Prop 8 protest. I can't describe to you how empowering it is to take full advantage of your civic right to free speech and also have the right to protest for what you believe in.

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Calculus Makes Me Poop My Pants

Wednesday, Nov 12, 2008 12:16AM / Standard Entry / Members only

Every morning, I wake up and tell The BF about my dreams. Before I moved in with him, I'd wake up, think about how strange my dream was, and then promptly forget about it. But since I can wake him up in the early mornings with a WWE body slam, I have someone to tell my crazy dreams too! And you know what? I dream a lot about math!

Actually, to be a little more specific, I usually dream that I'm about to graduate... only to find out that I'm failing a math class that I never knew I was enrolled in! Then I spend most of the dream in sheer panic knowing that there's no way I'm going to graduate considering that I've never been to a class.

Now, I'm not a stupid person. I read. I follow current events. I know who the Secretary of State is and the name of the PM of Great Britain. I even know how to hydrate myself in a desert using a cup, plastic, and my own pee. But ask me to figure 15% gratuity and add it into a total of a bill or figure out exactly how much 35% is at a clearance sale is... well... take a seat and watch me count with my toes.

Hey, math isn't my thing, alright? The Asian stereotype is SO hopelessly lost on me that even I have to wonder how I got a college degree. Not just one, but two. Yes, count that... TWO. Funny thing being that my father was a Calculus professor in Taiwan... apparently I WAS found in a cardboard box at a flea market.

On a side note, I once dreamt about how a minority will one day become president and a bag of chips. Strange how both things came true in the same day! Good job America! I'm so proud of you. And I mean the Obama, not the Doritos.

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Go Make It Happen Peoples!

Tuesday, Nov 4, 2008 10:46PM / Standard Entry / Members only

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Star Wars and Cheese

Tuesday, Nov 4, 2008 11:17AM / Standard Entry / Members only

The BF and I have been watching a lot of Star Wars the last couple of nights. After he found out that I've never seen Star Wars, he felt like it was his Berkeley geekish duty to show me the way of the Force. So we started out by watching Episode 4-6 and then 1-3. There was a short debate about whether or not we should watch it 4-6, 1-3 or 1-6. I say short b/c he was fighting a very nerdy battle in his head, to which I proclaimed that I couldn't give a Wookie's ass.

I am now proud to say, I feel the force (tee hee). It's shocking how much it's been consuming me. Not only am I convinced that Buddha was a Jedi, I'm certain that if I had a Light Saber I'd be the best cook ever.

All day today, The BF and I have been exchanging Star Wars hypotheticals and random overanalyzed conversations.

Examples:
- Which Star Wars character would you want to be? (BF- Hans Solo, me- Yoda)
- Who do you think is cooler, Yoda or ET?
- Did you notice that it all followed one lineage of Jedi Masters?
- Darth Vader definitely didn't think that one through. Ugh. Men.
- Why was it so male driven? Leia is Aniken's child too! Why didn't he talk to her?
- James Earl Jones must be the most recognizable voice in pop culture. *wheeeeeze*

Then I spent the rest of the day trying to talk like Yoda.
- Done the rice is.
- Shower I need to
Well, that was pretty much where it ended since it look way too much effort to switch my sentences together.

Figured me out he has.
On another note, I think The BF and I have finally figured each other out. Today, my bf woke up only to find me eating a block of smoked gouda with a butter knife in bed. Looked at me and proceeded with his morning. I know, I'm a keeper.

BTW: Use the Force and GO VOTE!!!

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Yellow Line! Yellow Line! Yellow Line!

Sunday, Nov 2, 2008 12:20PM / Standard Entry / Members only

(mid air erotica)
I loathe Saturdays. No seriously. On Saturdays, my bf turns on the TV as soon as he wakes up and starts watching ESPN for hours. Then, he'll start watching college football games with so much intensity, you'd think he was watching porn. Quality time? HA! He laughs at the idea of quality time! Afternoon picnic? ARE YOU CRAZY WOMAN? I GOT GROWN MEN IN TIGHTS TO WATCH! I mean, let's take this instance. As I'm typing, it's midnight and my boyfriend is still sitting in the same position he was in 12 hours ago. Even if I stripped down naked, he wouldn't notice me... unless there was fried chicken duct taped to my body.

I've tried learning about football so that he'd have someone to watch it with. Hell, I've even been to some football games. I've come up with a few lines I repeat to him every Saturday so that he'll remember that I'm a loving girlfriend.

1. Do you want a beer?
2. Cal's losing, Longshore must be playing.
3. Man, those guys better study a little harder.
4. Go! Go! Go! Yellow Line! Yellow Line! Yellow Line!

I've also realized that when I actually go to games I have no clue to what's going on. I'll admit that I like going b/c it's the one time I can share my love of Tourettes with the people next to me. But other than that, the "yellow line" doesn't automatically come across the field at live games and I have no idea where anyone is running. I've figured that if these overly juiced up obese players are making the effort to run, then I should cheer for them. Hey, it's not every day you can have a 2.0 grade point average in American Studies and still have 61,000 people cheer you on.

Note to the players: Guys, you need to study a little harder. When I hear you guys say stuff like: "I dream it in my head and it really happin'." or my new favorite "Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!" I just wanna cry.

So, although I loathe Saturdays, even I have to admit that the few times Cal scores a touch down and my BF and I do a mid air chest bump... even I have to laugh.

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