piss on the parade.

What has been up my ass the past two days? Don't know. Maybe it's that I had to hit the mall each of the days, and the mall sucks. I hate it. Hate it, a lot. Stupid mall. Dumb people and crowds. And so that's why I am so irritated if you talk to me. First I thought it was my damn period, but I was already done with that, so it couldn't be. It's finding parking spaces, people with strollers, crying babies, and blah. I'm so done with the mall until January 2005. You can kiss my ass if you think I'm going back without a fight. But hey, I did parallel park the van today. I am way proud of myself. I'm giving myself a pat on the back for that one.

What did I do...yesterday's Thanksgiving Leftover Lunch was good. Very good. Afterwards, went to the friggin mall with my cousin's and I got them stuff. Saw Bao and Michelle there, and that was cool. And then ah, what...Target! With the sister! What did we do? Buy lots of random stuff. Pretty cool. Then went to Christmas in the Park with Narciso and met Ana and Bryan there. We rode the weird ferris wheel. It was weird. I love ferris wheels. Then we went back to someone's house and played Scrabble and Egyptian War but I wasn't really feelin' it. It feels way different being back here and being surrounded by familiar faces than it is being in San Francisco and being with my roommates, who, about three months ago, were strangers to me. So being here makes me kind of nervous again, because that's the kind of person I am here. This is why I like San Francisco. I understand Jess now when she says how she doesn't know how she can stay home for so long. I don't know how I'll survive come Christmas Break, but I have to be here to help my mom out after her surgery. I'll just not think about it. Funny how I never really noticed this stuff until now, this weekend. Why this weekend...of all weekends. So I can't really wait to be in my little half of the room in San Francisco and I will sleep the longest sleep ever.

Lots of things on my mind lately. Including...I hope I don't fail any classes. I am sooo scared. Really. If I do, I'd honestly tell my parents sorry and insist that they withdraw me or that they stop paying for me, because I'm just squandering it. Ah. Kills me.

I'm sleepy. Mom says I sleep too late. I think she's right. Uhm...Monday. One class....wonder what I'm doing after...maybe laundry, and then I think I'll start doing the Xmas shopping. Can't wait.

WEEEEE....when's this going to stop making me so nervous?