you guys need up to update more, im running out of things to copy

that being said, this is super good, it must be proliferated as much as possible

Top 5 responses from ppl:
5. I'm sorry dave, that's really scary...
4. I have new found respect for you dave (thats memeemememeememememememememeemmeememe, no im not vain, im just confident, and vain)
3. (looking confused and shook hand with me after someone 'introduced' us) er...hi
2. sup hottie (then rolls on the floor laughing)
1. (stunned open mouthed for 20 seconds)... hOLY shiT!!

Top 5 insights I discovered:
5. It's not just you guys, i find it rather disturbing myself =/
4. I have new found respect for girls wearing 4" heels
3. You need to use those oily cotton thingy to remove eyeliner
2. I have an urge to delete all the pictures on my camera, but of course it's too late since i already sent them to ppl
1. I look like shit as a girl.


I don't think i've ever been in so many pictures in a single night. supermaan and rin has posted them up... view at your own risk.

Une jeune fille's entry

Farkin' Pittsburgh. Wet. I left my umbrella at SigTau, so I had to walk half a mile in the pouring rain. Drenched. And my nipples showing in my white shirt

I've had Bruch in my head since attending the symphony on Sunday. The only piece of his I know is the Violin Concerto No. 1, and it was pure coincidence that it was on the repertoire. I thought of Irene the whole time. In high school we used to hide in the music practice room for hours while I perfected my Chopin and she, her various violin virtuosos. She had piano arrangements of the orchestral accompaniments to pieces like Vitali's Chaconne in G minor and of course - Bruch's Violin Concerto No. 1. As unorthodox a high school as CA was, I'm glad I went there just for the other people who were there too. No preppy football team and cheerleaders; instead we had division 3 lacrosse and ice hockey players, a thriving journalism scene with many politicians-in-training, a tradition of hazing, a state-renowned jazz band, an excellent dance company and a plethora of artists and musicians that all had a fairly good chance at Julliard and other conservatories. You've got to see the movie Rushmore to understand. (Bruch... Rushmore.. interesting train)

Adventures in the depth of ECE cluster:

PEI: IM SO STUPID, YOU DO IT!.
My Partner (in life): yea you are, finish it, im going home
PEI: FUCKER!
(he didnt leave)


3 hours later...

PEI: I think we should randomly change this letter "b" here to a "t"
My Partner: Uhm then it would give a compile error.
PEI: maybe we'll get lucky

1 hours later...

PEI: NO REALLY! lets change it to "t"
Ming: can you help us with 322?
PEI: yes
Ming: REALLY!?
PEI: Yes, if you do my proj, or give me a bj
Ming: (hits pei in the face and breaks his glasses)

this didnt actually happen. i dont have my glasses anymore cuz i want to look cool and use contacts
but the contacts are so bad, it almost seems like they arent there.

Tomorrow...

- 11:15 interview
- 12:30 class.
- 3:00 acting class(scene presentation)
- Playing... games... >.<
- More programming hw.
- Still can't swim.


Next month...

- MY PLAY COME SEE IT! I PLAY THE TREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
- Seeing my parents(not if i can avoid it), and stuffing my face with good food for a few days ~(^(oo)^)~
- Committing suicide cuz i cant find a job

Five years from now... If i havent already committed suicide...

- Fully employed. (this is a given, cuz else i would have committed suicide)
- Not hating my job.
- Has a place of my own to call home.
- Visiting Dixie every year, if i can avoid being lynched.


Ten years from now...

- Offering people salary to get jobs done for me at my company that either
1. hand made microprocessors in the US of A, or
2. blow jobs under CxO's desks
and rolling in dough.
- Traveling to around the block for vacations.
- Having a nice place, with a nice view, in a nice 35 acres of woods to call home.
- Ready for the diamond and more.