I think I'm moving

but I go nowhere...

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there.

Seriously, that's how I'm starting to feel now. Scratch that. That's how I've been feeling for a while now. Where are you, my prince charming? What am I doing with my life? What can I do with my life? Argh. I suppose for the sake of becoming too existentialist and morbid, to say the least, I'll stop with my "meaning-of-life" questions.

Anyway, back to the song. I love [hate] how the music in the music video doesn't actually start until well after the first minute. And how they make you so excited that such a great song is five minutes long, until you realize it's a big lie. Am I being completely pessimistic again? Okay, okay, I promise to stop.

Okay, so I just went to the bathroom and back, and I made an observation (well, not a new observation; it's something I've thought about much more than I should, sadly).

My observation: I hate how we're given toilet seat covers that don't cover the entire toilet seat. What's the use of that? Seriously, we're at Berkeley. Shouldn't the administration be just as accountable for having common sense as us students? Or do they need to fork over thousands of dollars instead of receiving money in order for their brains to start working? Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter anyhow; I'm an Asian woman. We squat. It's what our mothers learned. It's what our mothers taught us. It's what we'll teach our daughters. I guess I'll just leave the seat cover issue for the other kids. (On a side note, calling myself a "woman" seems so odd and foreign, to say the least. I mean, obviously I'm a woman, but the period of time, as Britney Spears so smartly calls it- not a girl, not yet a woman- seems to fit itself much more than plain old "woman". I'm getting old. Bitches).

Mmm, I still have to do my kinship project for anthro and it's already 11:30. Plus readings for polisci. And mental-preparation for PE, silly as it sounds. Aww, bitches. My freaking essay. That will have to pushed to Monday, but I must start/finish it SOON.

Wishing you were here, so we could just "stop and stare",

CN

P.S. I miss you, adorable.