It amazes me how I'm able to go back to NuTang's Top 10 even though I don't really post as much as I did.

College is nice. I met a few people and I lost track of a lot of people from Orientation. Hopefully I see them during the semester.

Last week when I was in the process of getting my books in the book store I overheard a conversation. It wasn't my fault. It was one of those times where you couldn't ignore it because she's so d*mn friggin' loud. Anyway she was speaking to someone--possibly one of her parents-- and she was telling him that she doesn't like her classes and they aren't as fun as high school was. I can agree that some of the classes are not too interesting especially when they choose your classes and you are discouraged from changing them until after a month or so. But you know, we're still freshmen. It's not like we won't have a chance to pick classes. Maybe she's homesick or something? I don't know.

And that reminds me. For some reason I'm not homesick. Maybe it'll happen later on? Maybe it'll happen when I transfer and I realize that I truly am independent at the moment because right now I am still with family-- even though they don't include my parents, grandmas, kuya and dog and they're across the county.

You know, I'm still excited for this year to happen. I'm especially excited for the Outdoor Connection.

This past weekend they went whitewater rafting. I was going to go but then thought about it. You know, I'm still trying to settle in. So I guess I'll just pass up on it and go to the next event when all is good.

So instead of whitewater rafting and having the chance to meet more people, I cleaned the kitchen area. It was messy and had food scraps and whatnot. I felt very accomplished.

EDIT.

I just want to take this moment to say this:

Damn you high school for making me want to take notes on the information in my textbooks. I just read what I had to read, and now I have the urge to use post-it notes to label which pages are important and to write brief summaries of the passages, to write on index cards so I can explain the brief summaries in detail, and to re-write the explanations of the brief summaries on looseleaf paper so I can put this all in a binder that I will buy tomorrow from school.

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So I'm in California and I finished Orientation. I just I hope I'll see a lot of these people when school starts. I think there are about 700 freshmen here in the University of the Pacific. So it should be fun.

There's not much I want to say at the moment.

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I definitely know that I'm not going to finish my last post. So all you need to know is that the cruise was great and I wish we didn't lose the first day to Gloucester, New Jersey. Don't travel on U.S. Airways (or as the worker in Quality Inn in NJ said, Useless Airways).

So the news is that I'm leaving on Tuesday for California. It's so far, I know. And everyone's right.... it's like Long Island with palm trees. Being in Stockton does not help one bit. I know I'll be home sick. I'm going to miss a lot of people. The thing is that I tried to hang out with everyone and plans didn't go well. There have been a lot of people avoiding me and I'm not sure if it's something I did. People are not responding to my messages like they were during high school.

I shouldn't let this bother me but I am. Does this mean I'm being clingy? I mean for all I know, I probably won't ever see these people again especially if they don't talk to me. I don't want to not talk to anyone from high school. It's a shame to build a friendship and just lose it just because high school's over.

If you can't hang out or something, just say you can't. At least I know you're alive and well. Don't keep saying "Let's hang out."

Well I did my best to maintain these friendships but if they don't want to ...then whatever. I'll just move on with life and see them at the high school reunion.



I was just thinking about what I just wrote. I'll probably see everyone during winter break. Even if the summer plans didn't succeed, it'll never be too late... unless people decide not to come home for the holidays. ugh.






So about me. I haven't watched anime in a while. It's not that it's boring... I just don't know what to watch next. Lately I've been playing .hack//gu because there's nothing to do. I went down port with a couple of people lately. I think I want to go out east or the city at least once this summer.

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The date is Friday, July 20, 2007, and it is 3:00 AM. My alarm goes off. A second later my iPod's alarm goes off. Two others go off shortly after. Now I'm not sure if that's how it went but that's what I think. I know I'm terrible at getting up early in the morning. I've gotten progressively worse these past two years. If I place my alarm on the opposite side of the room and it goes off, sometimes I'll turn it off. If I don't my brother usually storms in my room yelling at me to turn it off. So lately I've been putting the alarm right next to my ear. I have no other idea to make this work. So my four alarms go off and an hour and a half passes. It's now 4:30 and I just wake up to a knock on my bedroom door. I open it and my mom says we're leaving. I ask her when and she says now. I didn't have a chance to take a shower, eat or anything I wanted to do. I was kind of grumpy but had to get my things together. A good thing was that I was able to brush my teeth. We leave for Islip.

We arrive at the airport and I notice the batteries are low. The batteries were just drained the whole weekend. I found it quite sad. So I go to the little store and attempt to purchase batteries. Me, being stupid, got my wallet with $3 in it. I ended up borrowing money from my dad.

We wait in that little area for about half an hour before boarding the plane. During this time I take out the book I brought with me. It's The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. We board the plane and the trip from Islip to Philly is about half an hour.

We arrive in Philly and we decide to eat food because it's breakfast time. I wanted to eat authentic Philly cheese steak. Why? Because I'm there so why not soak everything in? The breakfast joint had a Philly cheese steak omelet but I decided to get this other omelet.

Afterwards we make our way towards the gate. On the way we stop by a couple of the stores they have including a book store and a souvenir store. I didn't buy anything but I kept pointing at books that I constantly shelve in the library.

We board the plane and we stow away our items. I'm in the middle seat. I start reading my book. Ten minutes go by and the captain (or whoever was speaking on the not-so-loudspeaker) told us that they were having some mechanical problems. He then says that he's going to keep us posted in a few. He didn't give any details and wasn't able to tell us when the problems would be fixed. He said that at the moment it is not clear.

Ten minutes go by and he basically says the same thing. He adds that if we want we can use cell phones and whatnot. I'm still reading my book being completely oblivious to everything going on.

The "captain" keeps telling us that there is a mechanical failure, he thanks us for our patience, and he says that he does not know how long it may take to fix the problem. This happens for a good hour. By then I have about 60 pages left and then we are instructed to leave the plane.

We leave the plane and we all crowd around the waiting area of the gate. Some people are gathered around the desk panicking about what's going on. One man says that he's going to miss his uncle or grandfather's funeral which is at 5 in the morning the next day. The person at the desk instructs the man to calm down. He agrees that he has to calm down but he simply cannot. 5 minutes go by and I see my mom sitting in one of the chairs. I go by and ask what's going on and she says they're trying to book us another flight. The woman next to her sees that I'm standing. I guess I looked like I wanted to sit. In my mind I figured I would sit the whole day since we would be riding the plane. I declined her offer to take her chair. She insisted that she can scoot to the left but I still didn't take her offer. Twenty minutes go by. These twenty minutes I read ten pages (distractions all over) and watched the news. An announcement is made: they cannot book us another flight to Miami.

If you were watching all of this you'd probably die of laughter. I pictured us as a horde of rabid gazelle. Seriously, there was a mob of us from the plane. We all took the escalator down and had to tell the flight-making people of our situation. All of this was happening and I was trying to read. I followed my family and they all split up trying to tell the flight-making people about our situation and how to correct it. My mom says she's going to one side. My dad tells my kuya and I to follow her. She then instructs one of us to stay on the line we were already on. My dad tells one of us to follow her. I go and my mom tells me to go wait on another line. I figured she wanted us to be spread out so the chances of us fixing the situation would be greater. I then quickly ask her what I have to say and she acts all agitated as if she had to explain to me a thousand times. Well no, you're wrong. You only explained it to me once. Plus I was in the middle of a book. When you're in the middle of doing something and then you're quickly interrupted doesn't someone have to explain what's happening in order for you to get with the program? Sheesh. I go up to the flight-makererer person and tell her that we had a mechanical problem with the plane and it's canceled. I told her that I don't know what we should do. The expression on her face was like, "Dang, yo! You wack!" I lied. It was more like, "eh?" I then notioned (or motion... can't think) for my dad and brother to come over and explain what was happening since I was clueless. They took their time and explained. I was basically pushed aside. I had nothing else to do... I was basically dead weight so I continued reading. From what I overheard we had to go on another line. She pointed where.

I followed feet and my mom yelled "Here! Here!" We cut the line like no tomorrow because my mom saved a spot for us. I continued reading. She went off to call the person who helps us with the cruise. My dad goes off calling someone and here I am with my brother on line. I'm reading.

About forty-five minutes pass and it was a painful wait. I finish the book as we are talking to the woman. My mom asks her if we can have a flight to Miami. The woman says we couldn't because all of the flights are full. She gives us a flight for Saturday that goes directly to the Bahamas. Plus she gives us a place to stay in Gloucester, New Jersey. All is good (kind of) so we make off to claim our luggage. There are about seven of those conveyor belts and we find out that our luggage should come out of the furthest one. Oh joy! We walk over there and ask about our luggage and we're told that it should come in about an hour. This is when I take out my handy dandy iPod.

Now that I look back at the situation I can laugh-- not really-- but it was somewhat amusing. You see like 10 families just lounging around for an hour waiting for the luggage to come. The time it comes we're gathering around the conveyor belt. We anxiously wait for our fourth bag but then the conveyor belt stops. We wait for awhile and it still has not come. My mom insists we go to New Jersey while she waits for the luggage. She says she'll catch up later. We go and we wait for the cab. Twenty minutes later my mom comes out with the last bag. Our trip continues onto New Jersey!

The driver was really bad... really really bad.
*I'll finish this later...*

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