I want to be young again and have the ability to get 5 hours of sleep or less night after night and be fine. I'm not like that anymore, I get tired too easily. I'm at a disadvantage to all these (relative) young-uns who can stay up all night the night before cramming for a math exam and still take it the next day, no problem. I tried that but it ( Read more... )

A few days ago I saw two yellow jackets of two different types rolling around with each other on the ground, and I sat on the ground to watch because I couldn't tell if they mating or fighting. I decided they were mating, but then the more vibrant of the bees flew away, but not before tearing half the body away from the other one, so I settled on ( Read more... )

DC++ = greatest thing since bread. Not even sliced bread even, just bread.

It's amazing how much things change, they seem to stay the same.

The problem with public journals is that interesting personal details get boiled down to obnoxious clichés.

Rush Limbaugh and Fox & Friends (some Fox "news" show) have both been perpetuating this absurd accusation that Michael J. Fox of exagerrating his symptoms in a TV ad for stem cell research. Limbaugh said he probably didn't take his medication; F&F pointed to a TV appearance on Boston Legal in which he wasn't shaking ( Read more... )

I've become one of those boring people that conceptual talked about in a recent post, the kind of person that talks about school all the time ( Read more... )

I miss caffeine in the morning.

I wonder if the co-ops have cappuccino machines.

I think I must be the only student at Berkeley who doesn't own an Ipod and in fact has never owned an Ipod. (You weren't expecting me to list some exceptional personal quality, were you? Like I have one of those.)

Why are you exceptional?

Musical Offering & Cafe on Bancroft has the best chocolate chip cookies I've tasted in a long time.

What can I say that hasn't been said before? Not in my journal, but about this feeling... when you've admired someone for a while and then one day...hands make contact. No, really that's it. This is an entirely G-rated entry ( Read more... )