its been 3 months since i've written on this.  my life has had its ups and downs. it's crazy how things can go from good to bad.  here's my venting

sweet factory was a piece of shit.  the owner was crazy and needs some therapy on what "customer service" is.  she needs to straighten up or some shit will happen to her in the future. she needs to stop blaming people for shit she did wrong.  she needs to realize that my quitting was all her fuckin damn fault. not like she cares.

accounting two is a wack.  it's freakin taking up too much time. it makes so freakin sense to me. i know there are folks out there that love it, so no offense to yalls, but this is my own words. it's tedious and it just is lame.  good thing i'm not becoming an accounting major anymore, or i'd kill myself for it. 

guys need to freakin get their act right. freakin find a girl that they think is right for them, and freakin ask them out.  stop all the playground shit and get to it.  If you don't like a girl let them know so you guys can get on with your life.  same with you girls.  whats up with all the flirting and playing games? it only hurts the damn heart even more.  and trust me, it hurts like hell.

maika, you need to get your ass down to visalia.  all of us girls miss you! you know that you make life better! we can't make fun of people together if you're not here! so get on the train or something, and bring ur ass back down to cow town.

whats the fuck with wiht my throat? i can't even talk! i guess i make fun of people more than i thought! because when people found out that i couldn't talk on tuesday. everyone was making fun of me.  it was hella funny. but what the heck? u guys know that once i get my voice back, ur gettin it! better watch out. i'm comin for ya.

i'm hungry! it hurts to eat.

k, this is it for tonight kids. so have a good night ya heard?

i was bored one day.  logged onto iumien.com.  i use to be addicted to that site, like i am here to xanga and even myspace. thanks to francisco.  i was looking through the posts. i found that there are mien language classes.  i knew they were there, but just didn't really think that they had proper teaching methods or materials.  it turns out that i'm wrong.  it's a pretty comprehensive course in aabout a three month period.  i just thought it was great that Project Heritage and other mien organizations put this together, and the fact that so many miens have taken it, from age 10 and so forth.  i was even somewhat envious.  because of the fact that i didn't live in oakland or sacramento, where the population of miens are higher, where the classes are more appropriate beause the turnout will be greater than...oh lets say visalia.  i have a new goal now. its to take a mien course.  i read in the forums that there are classes in merced, if there are, then i'm going to try to take some.  it will defintly help me out wiht my pronouncation, reading, and overall, the general language.  It will help out so much, espically in a society like today, where being bilingual is so important. i found out the other day that miens nurses and translators are in high demand in the visalia hospitals.  i only know of one mien person who works in the hospital, perhaps there are more, but i know they do need more.  i hear it often, that there are miens who are going in and out of the hospital.  so knowing more than one language should be my own first, before i try to learn chinese (madarian).  from my freinds, they say that there are many words that are simliar to mien.  a mien class. just to think of the possiblities of reading, writing, and understanding it fluently could do for me...

after tomorrow, school will be be over in two weeks. i'll have two weeks to fully enjoy summer, wihtout school. 

my trainin starts this sunday, i can't belive that the west coast manager asked me to car pool with someone.  I called who he asked me to car pool with. this girl is a ditz. and she's my co-worker. how fun that will be!

the girls found a new place. i wish i was heading up there already. it has 2 bedrooms and 1.5 bathrooms.  the facilities include 3 swimming pools, a gym, a steam room, and a recreation room where we can rent out for parties & etc. i'm so exicted, i can't wait. only 6 more months before i'm up there.

i got a new phone. i love it. it's the razr. not as popular as before, but i don't care. i've been wanting this phone for the longest time, and it's so fantastic. just like fey is for fantastic. haha. we played the name game in my economics 2 class. wierd isn't it? that in the college level, we're still palying the name games. it was hilarous.

my eyes are tired, my neck is aching, and my butt is sore.  i have a headache from trying to put the words tpgetjer that my aunt tried to say to me.  i couldn't make out half of what she said, because to me, she rambled in mien.  i tried to speak to her, but she didn't hear me half the time, for being she's partly deaf because of old age. 

so why am i tired? I'm tired because i took a drive to oakland and a drive back. and yes it was to pick up my aunt.  the drive up was fine, my mom in the passenger seat, but she kept getting scared, so she kept yelling. it was painful, but eventually she made a mistake and i had my chance to get her back, i did.  the driving experience was a bit more pleasant.  But we picked up my aunt, she made me eat. being asian, its rude to not eat when its offered. or anything for that matter or jus in general.  

we left her house and i needed to fill up my tank.  she told me to turn right, and head to high street.  my mind said high street is the other direction.  so we went in the opposite direction, with my aunt saying "find high street, they have cheap gas, find high street. you'll get there.  find high street, they have cheap gas"  then unfamiliar roads came up, and this was less than 1/2 a mile from her house, she was lost.  but the words still came up, "find high street" once i did, "oh is this high street?, are we on high street"

anyhoo. we filled up my tank somewhere else, in modesto i think. the gas guy was HOT. and yes, that was the BEST part of whole 8 hour experience.