College Nine

Yesterday, I spent 6 1/2 hours at College Nine with Jason, my scene partner for acting class. It was fun 'cuz I barely know him, but anyway, we went to dinner first. It was the last college night of the year. The scanner lady wouldn't let me in, tho, because I'm not a college 9 student, so we had to beg her and finally she said OK, if we didn't tell anyone. The food was good. It was European style. There was like pasta and stuff like that. The first act was a fencing display where the chick kicked the guy's ass. No competition. The 2nd was a "European" band called the Eligible Bachelors. Their instruments were a violin, spoons, a washerboard, and a banjo. They seemed more like redneck hick music to me. This girl that looks like Natalie Portman (or at least that's what Kunal says) was into it, 'cuz she was from West Virginia. Anyway, we stole the rose vases, because they make perfect HUGE shot glasses (about 4 shots for each glass). Anyway, then we went back to the dorm to work on our project, while we actually just talked with some of his friends, watched anime porn, threw his H2O Polo ball out his 5th story window, and talked about how girls "adjusting" themselves on the street is hot. I walked back to at 11:30 in a tank top.. =( Brrr

Formal and my drunpkn weekend

Lupe's sorority formal was on Friday. While we're getting ready in the room, these guys knock on our door and talk to Lupe. They live in the two rooms right next to us! She is of course extra nice to them. Then she leaves. 5 min later, they knock again and I answer. They say, "You're hairdressers are here." I'm like, "Uhhh.. No that's ok, we're good." They keep talking to me and keep trying to get in the door, while I keep trying to say goodbye and close the door. I get distracted by a phone call and ignore them and then close the door saying maybe we'll come over later to drink or smoke or whatever, just to get them away. We go to Denny's in our fancy dresses for dinner and when we come back, there's cop cars surrounding the building. We go up to our floor and there are about 10 cops ouside our room! The whole hall reeks of weed and we go in our room. Sarah and I go talk to one of the cops. Turns out that the brothas didn't pay their bill, so the hotel called a cop on their ass. When the cop came, he discovered that they were trafficing drugs out of this hotel room, so they called for back-up and the narcotics squad. The only reason the policeman told me this is because he, too went to UCSC (Merrill).. =( Meanwhile, Kelly and Henry come with the Alcohol, so I change out of my dress, get my backpack and we march past the cops and the cop cars, get the alcohol and sneak it passed them, without them even knowing! All in all, we went to about 20 min of the dance and danced completely with each other, (except for Kelly, who had her boyfriend, and except for me, who somehow got pushed into a guy that was pointing at us). He asked my name, college, building and room number. I was like No, sorry, no room number, I don't know you. On Saturday, I went to a play that said "Dude" a lot. During intermission, I called to Jennie, "Dude!" She leaughed. I said, "No, seriously, Dude.... that guy over their in the white shirt, is that the guy I danced with last night?" Sho nuff, it was, and he was the lighting director for the play I was watching. We only glanced at each other once, like Hmm... You look familiar... Anyway, Saturday, I started drinking at cocktail hour with some people upstairs. Good margarita! Then I played drinking games with some other people and I got drunk again, but this time, WAY more than the night before... Now, everyone owes everyone money. To find out if you owe anything, come see me. I got a tally sheet of who owes who, what. =)
PS For those of you who didn't get drunk on Saturday: You're time will come. No more only getting tipsy crap! Let's all follow Athena's example and drink 7 or 8 or 9 shots! I mean hey, being able to feel your hands is overrated!

Reloaded Reviewed

Matrix Reloaded. Was I the only one who thought it was a piece of crap? Maybe it was because I had a massive headache and Jennie was screaming in my ear the whole time. Naw. Housing issues made me stressed out, so my head was about to explode. But not explode like the chick in the pink dress that ate the "Better-Than-Sex-Chocolate-Cheese-Cake"! What the fuck? To me, it was just another over-computer animated stupid action movie. One big commercial for Sunglasses, Black trenchcoats, Audi's, and little asian men with keys. The music was awful and and I don't see a point to a lot of the sexual scenes other than to suck into the traditional hollywood cliche. The plot was, well, nonexistant and they introduced new characters all the way up until the end! =( I'm not even gonna mention the fact that they compared Neo to Superman and the Creator to Col. Sanders! Sorry to anyone who actually liked it. Kate gives it 3 thumbs down...
Neo: "I wish I could..." Me: "I wish you could act!"

Mother

My sister, Ginny and I took mom to the “Captain’s Cottage” for tea and breakfast as a mother’s day present. The place was so cluttered with tacky like fake lace crap and mismatched teacups and all sorts of weird shit on the walls. It was like walking into a grandmother's house, where your grandma is senial and collects everything, but still leaves the price tag on them, (in case you want to buy it off her). We drank tea and for a nontalkative family, we actually talked a lot. Given, it was more nagging than talking, but same difference. At some point, this weird old lady with a potbelly came out in a like traditional maid's uniform, a frilly apron and weird like frilly hat to match. She hobbled around serving tea or something. We started laughing so hard. Tears were pouring from our eyes, we were laughing so hard. We got served tea and little sandwiches and cakes and the sort. Another old lady in a maid outfit came out and told us some story about how this ship sailed with the captain (of the cottage's namesake) and everyone in town went down to see them off and brought their instruments and had to put their chello or bass on a rock, and so started the first Rock band and they called themselves the Rolling Stones. Har Dee Har Har. I think we were supposed to laugh, but we didn't think it was funny, so she didn't tell us anymore jokes. She did pinch my cheek when we paid the bill, tho. How old am I? 5?!?Then mom wanted to pick weeds in Ginny’s yard. I don't know why she likes to pick weeds. It's a chore, but somehow it's like stress-relieving for her. Sure, mom, getting down in the dirt to scrape your hands on thorns and get stung by nettle, sounds relaxing to me! It took her forever to leave ‘cuz she was weed-whacking. We found 3 hypodermic needles in Ginny’s front lawn. =( That’s not good at all. Oh yeah, that neighborhood is really comin up! That's West Oakland for ya, I guess! =( Later, we drove past a place on Telegraph and my mom points to it and goes: “That place makes the best éclairs.” We both look at the name of the place and it says, “Éclair Bakery” Haha. Ok, thanks for being obvious, mom!

Dante's Inferno Test

Ok, so I've known since I was 5 that I was going to hell. I just didn't know I was this evil! The sad part is: I answered this all as truthful as possible! =( Try and get a worse score, I dare ya!
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

I'll trade you Park Place for your Ouija

Last night, I went to the Cowell Coffee Shop and played Monopoly for a few hours. I got behind from the start and only got to buy like 4 places! (Four Crappy Places, like Baltic Ave). Anyway, but then I got Free Parking and had lots of money so I made some good deals and bought property off of people. =) At midnight, we made a Ouija board and lit some candles and had a seance (or whatever) in the lounge. Nothing happened. So we set it up in my room. Then it started moving! It spelled out: VEVE2...BU2..B2CL0DG..KLOBON...3PEPK etc etc etc. So, we didn't really get anything from it, but apparently it was in my closet the whole time. Yeah, you try sleeping with spirits in your closet! =( Oh well.. We still didn't answer the age old question: Was someone just pushing it? I definately wasn't. Jennie says she wasn't, which leaves Lupe, who denies it as well.. Hmmm... One of us is lying! We'll ask the spirits tomorrow to spell the name of the liar. (Most likely, we'll get something like: WN3PK)

Drunk-Punk

Lupe talked me into a dance, so we got drunk and went. I don't like to dance, but since I was drunk, I danced anyway. I have no idea if I had any rhythm or not, but whatever. I met a girl named Sasha who wore all leopard print, even her underwear, which she showed us. She made some nasty comment about Lupe's shirt and we came back home. Hugged Brian and Kyle goodbye and wished them luck since Jillian was going to the hot tubs, too. I think I pissed some people off and wrote some letters to other people and IMed some random people and talked on the phone to others and tried to learn how to play Spades and tried to make an arch in Arch Rival, but there were missing pieces and the instructions were for another game. I ran down the stairs to let some people in the building. Kelly was like, "Oh god, please don't fall!" I didn't fall, so I ran back up and on the last set of stairs I tripped, but caught myself. The girls in my hall got punked. ALL of our stuff off our bulliten board was gone and they left a sign that said, "U've been punked!!" It was funny, but now I want my stuff back.

X-mania

Last night Dan gets a brilliant idea to go to the midnight screening of X2. So, we get down there and wait in line. Dan pays for me because I have $4.95 in my account! (Note to self: I owe Dan $12). We're waiting in line and I see some guy walking down the street. I say, "Hey Dan, isn't that guy in AEPi?" (hence the sweatshirt) Dan looks and tells me that it's my favorite AEPi guy! Oh geez. Dan calls him over, to which I just happily sip my chai because Sarah is hoggin the conversation with Psychology class talk. Oh well. In the theater, I see Valentine, my sister's friend, so I go up and say high. The movie was good, especially with Dan's comments about Iceman: "Chill Out!" "Give him the cold shoulder." Then we took a taxi home and Jennie admits to thinking Sir Ian McKellen is sexy...
I'm depressed. Athena's posts are funnier... =(

Cowell Fun

Last night was the Semi-Formal at Cowell. It was GREAT fun! Oh yeah. I played Roulette for most of the night (not the Russian kind) and this guy stared at me while he gambled. Then later he gave me 2 white chips (the highest amount). I don't know what they were for? For letting him stare at me? I felt as dirty as Demi Moore in Indecent Proposal! After Dan rejected my offer to dance, I danced with Bob Marley and Brian the drunk from upstairs. Brian got so drunk, his friends and I had to escort him out. He thanked me today for it, saying that he woke up naked in bed. I told him I helped him with that, too. (I didn't). Haha. Then we played Sardines in the upper and lower quad with flashlights. That was a lot of fun, but I couldn't find anyone 'cuz I kept getting distracted by hot guys (ok, only one hot guy). Then we ditched some people and went to Denny's at about 3am.

Such a Mom Thing

So, my mom's best friend (Deb) has a son (Tanner) who is my age, and both moms have been trying to hook us up for about a year now. I've met him a few times and he's pretty cute, but I can feel that he does not like me. My mom told me he's gonna be in town on the weekend of May 16, but I have to go to Lupe's Sorority Formal that weekend. I told her this and she said, well maybe he could come down here and go with me to it! Then she said "I emailed Deb and told her that you couldn't come up and why and that Tanner can join you at the formal if he prefers..." Why do mom's do this? Now it looks like I asked him through our moms! Ugh! It's already awkward between us, because we both know that our moms want us to hook up, but now it'll be even more awkward since my mom invited him to some prom with me!

Camping Fun

So, I went camping this weekend with some people in my house. Here are some of the priceless memories: The crows that ate 2 lb. of chocolate and left the wrappers picked clean, having that guy take 20 min to get in his car and leave when we were sunbathing, cooking better hamburgers than the dining hall with their food, playing football radio-less because of the jerk who complained, "smoke follows beauty", playing sex,drugs,and rock&roll, the wild boar who ran away when it heard my voice (isn't the always the case?), leading the way through the wet caves and bumping my head on the low ceiling, the woman who unintentionally tapped her middle finger on her car at us, Oscar almost flipping the van over when I asked him to turn so I could get my car on the way home... Good times! Thanks for the memories: Oscar, Jenni, Frank, Lauren, Rachel, Jack, Elyse, Athena, Kelly, Kunal, Wil, Eva, Lupe, Kathy, Chris, Evan, and Elda!!

James Lipton's 10 Questions

1.What is your favorite word? "Luna."
2.What is your least favorite word? "Skinny."
3.What turns you on? Stargazing or making pictures in the clouds.
4.What turns you off? Neat-freaks.
5.What sound or noise do you love? The rain.
6.What sound or noise do you hate? Jackhammers and chalkboards.
7.What is your favorite curse word? "Shit!"
8.What professions other than your own would you like to attempt? Astronaut
9.What profession would you not like to do? High school teacher.
10.If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive? "Silly Rabbit. Heaven is for good people!"

Nvisibility

I raise up my invisible shields so the world can't hurt me. It blocks me from their swords, their spears, their sticks and stones. But my shields are defenseless, invisible to everyone. They see right through and look at me, huddled there, naked.

Jacked from Janette

1. What does love taste like? The color and taste of a good red wine. Strong and sweet, but with a tiny bitterness and each is different. But it always leaves an aftertaste to remember it by and gives you that warm feeling inside.
2. What colour is loneliness? Indigo. It's dark and deep, like the color of the night sky, almost black - a color that will cloak you and hid you from the world...
3. What does anger look like? Blood-stained shards of broken glass, crushed by a tight fist.
4. What colour are hiccups? They come in a wide variety of colors: lime green, the color of a manila envelope, majenta, and teal, yellow and fushia. Like splashes of brightly colored paint.
5. What does passion smell like? Dew-y purple rain. Thick with moisture and a heavy flower scent. Like spring rain, but hotter, more humid.
6. What is the texture of terror? Ice. Cold and rough to the touch. The kind that is so cold that it feels warm at first, then sends chills up your spine.
7. What colour is your name? Pale Pink. It can be childish, fun, and naive, but also elegant, like the color of a soft rose petal.
8. What does pain look like? A rusty nail being hammered into your vibrant heart. Splitting it open with every pound and spreading infection with the orange rust.
9. What is the smell and texture of happiness? It smells like summer, like the warm sunshine and it feels like sunshine, too, like basking in the warm sunshine, and feeling your back and hair heat up after coming out of the shade.

Kate's ABC's

aggitate ate bait collate copulate crate create date debate deflate eight elate ennunciate equate estate fate fornicate frieght gait gate grate great hate hesitate inflate ingrate inmate insulate integrate insinuate interstate investigate irrate irritate jailbate kate late liquidate litigate mate migrate mitigate negate ornate predate plate probate procrastinate procreate prostate q rate rebate relate restate reverberate sate situate serrate skate slate state stipulate tabulate titilate trait translate ungulate update upstate urinate vibrate wait weight x y z ... Can you think of any more?

West Oakland

I went home yesterday so that my sister could take pictures of me in the clothes that she designed. We set up a black cloth backdrop in her dining room and she took a lot of pictures of me posing in various ways. From where I was standing, I would periodically see a little boy peering out his living room window at me! I guess he thought he was getting some kind of free peep show or something!

Found in a Friend's Buddy Info:

Jipoo420 (1:37:54 PM): my school doesnt have sports...
Jipoo420 (1:38:04 PM): ...if we did they wouldnt be called sports tho
Jipoo420 (1:38:22 PM): they would be called alternatives to drug use
Jipoo420 (1:38:28 PM): my mascot is a slug

Kate happy. =Meow=

hitchhiked to yogurt, errr Taco Bell. Got stickers that said Special. Hitchiked home in shady van drove by a woMAN. played pictionary, 10 fingers, And Then, and dan's hair. he purred like a kitten till I hid his shoe. Amazingly, kate was actually funny last night.
Kate: "I bring you love."

Caution: Do Not Enter

A big role of cautiontape will go a long way! I decided to just cover my RA's door with it, like I was boarding it up. So, I start taping these peices to her door and I get about 3 up, when all of a sudden, she opens the door! I'm frozen, with holding a strip of tape up with this "Uh Oh" look on my face. She bends her head to look underneath one of the strips and asks, "What are you doing?" "Uhhhh..." I say. She leave and I go about my bussiness, like nothing happened. I finish and watch from afar (my room) until she comes back. When she does, she's shocked. Her friend pushed her through it. That's always the best part, knocking down the sand castle after you've built it! =) It woulda been better if she hadn't caught me halfway through. I am determined to do it again to someone else, of course aiming for a more successful run. So watch out, it may be you. And if you see it on someone else's door, then you know who was responsible! =)

Fashion, Glamour, and All That Jazz...

So, last night (Saturday), I spent the day at the San Fransisco Gift Center modeling clothes in a fashion show for my sister. I wore a fairly plain outfit. It was a short green-brown canvas dress with sleeves that looked like a witch, they were strips of fabric which hung down in various lengths. The back was open a little bit with three straps with buckles. She said it was supposed to resemble a straight jacket that someone broke out of. It was fairly plain, but I liked it 'cuz it was pretty comfortable. Leslie, one of her other models, had a really pretty gray silky skirt with a bustle on the back and a black backless top. It was really classy and everyone said it was their favorite outfit of the show. Anyway, so we went into make-up and hair and I came out with what everyone said was the best make-up. They said I looked straight out of vogue or something.. Anyway. Then we walked down the runway in front of 4 floors of people - 2,500 people!!! Crazyness! I wouldn't have been nervous if it weren't for the really hot model guy behind me! Eek! In conclusion, the whole experience made me feel really short and ugly. I mean the other models were like 6 feet tall and really gorgeous! =( Oh well. Fun stuff

Tokyo Train Tales

Trains are the way of travel in Japan. My family and I used them countless times during our week-long trip over Spring Break. We bought a JR Pass (Japan Railway), that allowed us unlimited first class travel on the trains. We rode the Subway, the Japan Railway, and the Bullet Train, which goes 350 mph, the fastest mode of land transportation. Throughout these numerous trips to and from Tokyo, I gathered some interesting stories. They are collected here in 4 parts.

Part 1
Tokyo to Ueno Park Subway Separation
The subways in Tokyo are simple and easy to use, even for English-speakers. After using it a few times, my family and I felt fairly confident about it, so we headed downstairs to the platform. My mom seemed suddenly confused after reading the map. A train came and we were still unsure whether it was the right train for our destination. Afraid that it was the right one and would leave us, my mom hopped on just as the doors closed behind her, leaving my dad and I staring at her through the glass panels. For a minute, they just stared at each other. I asked, “Well, where are we going to meet?” They didn’t hear me. I repeated myself, but again no one heard. The train started to pull away and suddenly, my dad shouted after the disappearing train, “Meet at the next stop!!!” His voice echoed in the tunnel. The next train came a minute later and as we pulled into the next station, we could see my mom running frantically after our car as it passed by her. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She rushed through the doors and got the biggest hug from my dad as he said, “It’s so good to see you!” as if he hadn’t seen her in 10 years (only two minutes, at most, passed). Everyone on the train had witnessed the whole charade. How embarrassing. They must have thought: “Stupid Tourists!”

Part 2
Tokyo to Kamakura The Sleep Train
Trains often lull people to sleep with their slow, rhythmic, rocking motion, so it is common to see commuters falling asleep on their way home from work. Many just bow their head and quietly close their eyes, but this one woman started to do head-jerks, you know, the kind where you start to fall, then catch yourself and suddenly pop back into correct posture. This women would do as many as 20 per minute, only sometimes catching herself before she hit my mother’s shoulder. Trains passed and seemed to push her back into position, but slowly, she’d lean closer and closer until her head was about to rest on my mom, then she’d violently jerk back. She never leaned toward the man on the other side, just toward my mom. Once, she adjusted her purse, moved her feet and changed hand positions. She even cracked her neck. She didn’t open her eyes, but I thought she’s finally woken up! 30 seconds later, I looked up to see her nodding off again. She was really knocked out, unwakeable! I started to wonder when she’d wake up and how long she’d been there, asleep. I wondered how many other strangers she had slept on. What if she missed her stop and at the end of the line, the conductor would come out and wake her up and she’d be embarrassed to realize she should have gotten off hours ago. I wondered if her husband (she wore a ring) would worry when she didn’t come home in time. I wondered if he would call her cell phone and why he hadn’t already. Then, I started to get annoyed and rather angry at her! How dare she lean on my mother – the woman that was supposed to be my own personal pillow! Why couldn’t she just lean back on the window or fall on the other man? But then suddenly, she woke up… And she had the most beautiful eyes.

Part 3
Kamakura to Tokyo Outlaws on the Orient Express
We climbed aboard the Green Car (usually reserved for ticketed passengers). We didn’t have tickets, just a rail pass. Our minutes were numbered. What would we do if the people who the seats belonged to got on the train? With an hour to go, we didn’t want to have to worry about moving at every stop! Then I saw it, the uniform jacket with gold strips. The ticket collector was in the next car! With saucer-sized eyes, I told my parents the jig was up. I kept watching the uniformed man. I waited for him to turn around at any moment and open the door to our compartment. It was exciting; we were fugitives, hiding from the ticket master, ready to run if he spotted us. I heard the door behind me open. I waited for him to question my parents first, but he approached me instead! I was speechless. “I…uhh…” I sputtered. My mother distracted him and flashed her Rail pass. “Tokyo?” He said. She nodded. He looked back at me, but this time I knew what to say. So, I repeated the magic word. “Tokyo,” I told him. With that, he clicked his heels and disappeared down the moving hallway. I breathed a sigh of relief. We were safe, for now…

Part 4
Kyoto to Tokyo Misplaced Mayhem
My mom is the most disorganized person I know. Her purse is in constant disarray. A chaotic jumble of things she continuously stuffs into her purse, making it overflowing with junk. I often try to test her, by plucking a wad of $20’s that stick out of her purse and then handing it to her. I think this will teach her how easy it is to get pick pocketed, but she just shoves the money deeper into the bag of crap. Anyway, so during the entire trip, my mom has been making sure that my dad and I have our passports and rail passes on us at all times. She asked us 3 times today, it got quite annoying. Anyway, so while waiting at the train station, in a sudden panic, my mom decided that she had lost her digital camera. She became angry and blamed us. After more madness then some searching, we found it in a bag. Relief filled the air and we sat in silence for the next 10 min as my mom walked all over the station, window-shopping, or something. A minute before the train arrives, my mom asks herself aloud, “Where’s my rail pass?” We don’t know! She thinks she must have stuffed it into one of her pockets or purse, but she checks and it’s not there. The train pulls into the station. She tells us to search the bag we found the camera in, while she looks around the station for it. I check for my rail pass and it is right where I always keep it. The buzzer for last call sounds. My dad looks at his rail pass and discovers another one behind his! He stares at both of them, puzzled, like “Now why on earth do I have two?” I’m too to explain to him. I yell down the track after my mom. She finally hears me and then starts walking back! The train’s buzzer is still ringing next to us. I yell at her to hurry up. She still moves slow, and now she’s jabbering with my father about the wonderment of how he got the pass. I hop on the train and hustle them aboard just as it starts to move. Japanese trains are always precisely on time, no matter whether your pass is lost or found!

Early Morning Ramblings

I found these random thoughts jotted down in my notebook today. Who knew I could actually write somewhat coherently so early in the morning!
1/22/03 8:14 am
"Amazing how people can look alike. No two people are the same, but they can remind you of one another. His bright blue eyes, her wavy jet black hair, how he dresses, the way she tilts her head back when she laughs... We are always looking for similarities in society, desperately struggling to make a connection."
2/4/03 7:45 am
"Our lives are filled with constant busy-ness. Any gap in the workload and we are suddenly bored, not knowing what to do with ourselves. We struggle and struggle, for what? For the ultimate satisfaction of relaxing and doing nothing in retirenment. But, only then we are too old to enjoy it..."
2/13/03 7:50 am
"It's never too early to recieve a compliment, nor too late. Dole them out generously and even when people don't necessarily deserve them. One day, on a particularily bad day, you too will recieve a compliment and finally understand how much the smallest compliment is worth."

Less than two weeks till Spring Break!

Ask me where I'm going for Spring Break and my answer changes from week to week. 6 weeks ago, I would've told you that I was going on a solo trip to Monument Valley in Arizona. At 5 weeks, my mom and sister were going to show me around Paris, since I've never been. 4 weeks away; I was going to go to Australia with my mom and dad. With 3 weeks left, I was back to the Arizona trip alone. Now, with 2 weeks to plan, my mom is making wild suggestions like Hawaii (they normally hate Hawaii), Montreal, New York, Chicago, Costa Rica, Greece, Hong Kong, Tokyo, and Saigon! Tokyo is looking more and more likely, however, it's all subject to change at the last minute. This is just how crazy my family is. When they ask where you want to go on vacation and you say, jokingly "How about an African Safari?", my mom will say, "Ok, I'll look into it." No place is out of the question. And what's more, it's not like we plan trips a year or even 2 weeks in advance. They are always planned at the last minute, even sometimes the day of. For instance, almost a month exactly after Sept. 11, when people were afraid to fly and fares were cheap, I came home from an SAT one morning to a phone message like this: "Hi, Kate. It's mom. It's about 11:30. I was thinking that you should go to Scotland this weekend to visit Ginny (my sister who was living there at the time). The plane would leave today around 3 o'clock and you'd get back on Monday during the day. Call me back right away, so I can confirm reservations. Oh, and start packing if you decide to go." So, I packed in 20 minutes and within a few hours, I was waiting at the airport for my plane to arrive. It's a 13 hour plane ride each way and I spent less than 48 hours in Scotland. When I got to school the next day, and friends asked where I was, I told them, "In Scotland." I love my family and our spontaneity.

Gettin back to my roots

*Knock, Knock*
"Come in!" I shout, expecting one of the girls from my hall.
Instead, it's Lorne (a guy from my high school who graduated a year before I). Behind him, is John, this really funny guy who I met on Valentine's Day and haven't seen since. I didn't know they knew each other and they didn't know they both knew me until they got to my door! We ended up going downtown for mexican food and a movie. It must have been funny seeing us walk down the street. A really, really tall (almost 7 feet) black guy and a medium sized mixed guy and me, a really short (a little over 5 feet) white girl. We almost got kicked off the bus because we said a swear word, although none of us remember saying it. Fun stuff. I miss Oakland!

Divas in a Darkened Disco

We turned the Women's 3rd Floor into a Wild Dance Party! We all dressed in our cutest club outfits and Christine tried on her new mini skirt with Kelly's boots. She sang and danced to her fav. song "Dirty" and got a lap dance from Kelly!She broke out with some awesome dance moves (better than me!). I made her repeat her sexy dance routine for everyone who came by and she unknowingly showed her white panties to the world!

Me: "Peer pressure is the best thing in the world!! DO IT!"