on AIM (gasp, right?)

i had found out that he told my friend (shaan) who told my cousin (ismael) that i drunk dialed him one day, even though i wasn’t even drunk period. when i confronted him about it, this was his away message to try to clear things up.
“JESSEL DOES NOT DRUNK DIAL”
when i complained about it today,
C: woudl you rather me put “JESSEL DRUNK TEXTS LIKE A BEAAASTTT”

and just after i tried to defend myself once again,
<3: FOR THE LAST TIME
<3: EEEEEEE
<3: EEEEEE
<3: EEEE
C: FFFFFF?
<3: and g for thegangsta.
C: h for
C: uh
C: homies?
<3: i for idiot.
C: j for just kidding?
<3: k for know you were gonna say that.
C: l for like duh obviously
<3: m for major idiot
C: n is for no
<3: o is oh yeah you are
C: p is for
C: poop
<3: q is for quit with the lame comebacks
C: this sint fair you get al lthe good letters
<3: you had r, retard.
<3: MOOHAHAHAHA
C: -___-
C: whatever
<3: s for shieeet i’m good.
C: T IS FOR TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE
C: OHHHH
C: GRAVY TRAIN
<3: u for undoubtedly the biggest fool here.
<3: v for VICTORY
<3: W FOR WINNN
C: whatever
C: the alfabet is for suckers nayways

he went on away in the middle of our convo yesterday to go game.
<3: THANKS FOR DITCHINGM ME FOR VIDEO GAMES YESTERDAY
C: WUT
C: GEEZ YOU ATTENTION WHORE
C: WON’T LET A GANGSTA LIKE ME PLAY MAH DOTAS
… FF
C: what you know about that fooo
C: OH HAILLZZZ YEA LESHRAC THE DESTROYYAAAAA
C: WHERE YO CURLEH MUSTOUCHE AT

whilst messing with those aim smilies and my new weemee,
C: dude i never even really used the aim smileys
<3: why
<3: too manly enough
C: well yea
C: like duh obviously
<3: maybe you should keep telling yourself that
<3: then it’ll come tru
<3: elolx
C: it did come true fooooo
<3: negatory
<3: you don’t have to lie
<3: many boys have that dream
<3: that one day
<3: they’ll become the man they thought they already were but weren’t
C: well
C: many girls have a dream of GROWING UP AND NOW PLAYING WITH VIRTUAL DOLLS
C: but obviosuyl it hasn’t happened ofr you
<3: i don’t play with virtual dolls wtf
C: err herr
C: “she already has sunglassessssss!!!”
<3: like meeee
<3:
C: point proven
<3: hey
<3: i don’t game with “LESHRAC THE DESTROYAAAAAA”
<3: you play with virtual dolls too
<3: and make them move and do shiet
C: YOU MEAN 96 DIFFERENT HEROES?
C: EACH WITH UNIQUE SKILLS
C: AND POWERFUL ITEMS TO CONQUER ONE’S FOES????????
<3: point proven.

BETCH, PLEASE.

so these two copies of a picture taken at dormal (oh, the memories) have been rotting in my wallet since… idk, april? usually, everytime i get poses, i always give one copy to my mom, one copy to my dad, and one for myself. when my mom picked me up from my apartment, i decided that it was the perfect time to give her a copy.

this is how the conversation went:

<3: here mom!
M: what’s this?…
<3: a copy of the picture i took from dormal.
M: is this your boyfriend?
<3: MOM I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND. BOYS DON’T LIKE ME.
M: are you sure?
<3: mom, this one could potentially be gay.
M: oh, that’s good. because every time you have a partner to a dance, the next thing you know, you have a boyfriend.

i loff my mahder

my computer monitor shutting off halfway through a two-hour class.
my computer monitor shutting off before i was able to save an hour’s worth of notes.
a scrape on sophia’s bumper whilst attempting to go to a sneak screening that wasn’t screening on that day.
trees getting cut in the drop-off area the day i’m totally running late for class.
a jar of spaghetti breaking on our kitchen floor.
my gladiator sandal metalstickthingythatyoustickinthenotch breaking on the same day.
walking all the way to SH from the student center and opening the door to the lecture hall just to see that no one is there, reminding you that you don’t have discussion today.
having a class in the boonies that you have to cross the entire campus to get to (MSTB).
touching the wet glitter glue (thinking it was dry) on a gift you spent forever on.
having creeper neighbors.
having people (brian) creep on your creepy neighbors.
having people (sophia lu and yoo, jody, and viet) creep on people through your bedroom window.
having people creep on people through your bedroom window therefore labelling your window as a creeper window.
cooking a boxed dinner (cheesy jambalaya hamburger helper) that looks nothing like the picture on the box.
eating and having to finish the HORRIBLE boxed dinner along with the garlic bread from the day before.
having to eat garlic bread three days in a row because someone (viet) decided to buy a whole loaf of french bread.

whatever, i’ll just knock on wood

whilst on the shuttle going to school (a shuttle that fills up faster than a boy’s ego in response to a compliment, imo), i began to think about what i wanted to do with my tomorrows. they’re multiplying faster than bunnies and i just don’t know where to store them anymore. the dreams i get frequented by the most has always involved flying (in my dreams at least) and apparently it suggests that i am either ungrounded and i need to focus, or that i crave independence. pretty sure it’s the latter. idk what it is but my desire to become independent seems to be a double-edged sword. of course i want to become financially stable and self-reliant. it’s just that the transition into that lifestyle kind of scares me. maybe i’m just not mature enough to handle paying for everything just yet and so i’ll keep my fingers crossed until that day comes. the day i become a full-fledged adult! woot.

UPDATE!

school. lame as usual. i’m currently taking summer session 1 and mosdef cannot wait till summer session 2. oh boy. chem is a sleezy beezy and i really really really really really don’t understand what kind of monster would create such an awful torture device. but that’s ok. it’ll all work out in the end, right? must keep my eyes on the prize and my head out of the clouds (for the few hours that i need to study). i really need to up my game – both academically and the other way too.

boys. met a new one yesterday. a rahveh chaaahming fellow. as opposed to others who have a hearty and fierce appetite for attention. otherwise i still find myself victim to the unsolved mystery of the boy species. in the meantime i’m sitting, waiting, wishing – as it should be.

my life is average. i wake up, go to school, eat, sleep, and repeat the same routine over and over again. it’s the people i meet and interact with throughout the day that keep me on my feet and excited for what is to come in the many tomorrows . i’m just taking everything as they come – one moment at a time – and loving it. i am currently sitting in my chem class. i truly hope i can find my passion in the future and have the same enthusiasm for it as prof shaka does for chem.

food for the heart. (other than bananas) heartwarming thoughts come to mind. watching the sunset from my apartment’s living room window. jamming with friends. laughing at every joke because i genuinely find them funny. dancing and singing to songs. drinking a smoothie on a hot day. letting people go in front of you while getting off the shuttle. a friendly smile from a stranger. complimenting someone you don’t even know. spending time with your cousin – even if it means sitting in a lecture hall for the subject you hate the most. meeting new cool people. seeing the myriad of fashion senses splashed all over people that pass by. cooking your first meal with your roomie. being a peppy patty in a room filled with negative nancys, debbie downers, and realistic rachels. feeling like a seven year old and being proud of it.

sit back and wave through the daylight

i don’t know who else has to suffer under the unmerciful hand of wiley plus, but, as a bio major, i must feel its harsh slap everyday. every. day. i don’t think you understand how frustrating it is. you think it’s all fun and games when you get the first question right until you get the second one wrong. then you say “oh they must’ve just put a randomly hard one in there. i guess i’ll reset it.” so you do and you go further than you did last until you hit another speed bump. you think you could survive that one and push forward. you push and push until you get a question that you’re a littly iffy about. should you risk wasting your last chance or should you skip it and get back to it later. for those daring few, you risk your last chance. you cover the eyes – if not the page itself – to see which color comes up. one of two. the one that tells you that you got extremely lucky or the other one. the other one that tells you that you’re hella dumb for taking that chance and you need to reset. this i’ve faced many a time. COUNTLESS TIMES. so much so that i just HAD to blog about this lame ass program. if it had feelings i would break them immediately and throw down. simmer down? i tried. i listened to frou frou / imogen heap. it just doesn’t work out. this wiley discourages me from trying in chemistry (the devil’s subject with wiley being its advocate). i had to stop, sit down, and eat an orange to calm myself down. ridonkulous. despite all this, i suppose i will just give up and try tomorrow’s. sigh. wiley plus. the one thing more difficult than boys. and if wiley were a boy, i’d run away. FAST. but first, i’d nutt him. teehee.

i want to crack down on the code.

wow i haven’t updated in a hella long time (as usual).

but THIS time i refuse.
i REFUSE to type up a kazillion words in a kazillion clever phrases cleverly structured in a kazillion paragraphs.
i REFUSE to type up so much that it takes up the entire page.

spark notes version! so recently my life has been awethome. i talk in a lithp thometimeth. i love college. i use hella norcal words hella lot (incorrect usage), but there’s NOcal like SOcal. i have WAYYY more girl friends (female friends; i don’t flow that way and i never will.) than i used to. no joke. it’s like a huge ass costco for estrogen up in here. and it’s whacking up a lot of things. gnome sayin? i’m still friends with those walnut kiddies but i mean, i don’t hang out with them 24/7.  i think i’m a hall hugger. lolx. fashion sense is still pretty the same. music… still the same… etc.

but let’s get to the juicy part already. the part that’s meant for blogs and ranting. oh and the trash.

BOYS.

if i had any i would update you. i’m not as lucky as ms. sophia lu who happens to have major game, ms. sophia yoo for getting lucky with cute guys and turning them down,  and ms. christina pham for just being cute and quirky. i must be socially retarded or something lolx because i just do not get boys period. i mean you’d think that i’d have the upperhand since most of my friends are guys, but boy, and i mean it – BOY – are you wrong. i mean i can give advice to another girl but can’t even give advice to myself. it’s ridonkulous. and when i ask my guy friends for advice, sometimes they don’t know. sometimes they say flirt to death. sometimes they say that he’s just a fag anyways. sometimes they say that i should play like a playa so you don’t get fucked like a bitch. sometimes they say that no girl should play the game because we be tricky as beezys (not it!). but i love them alll the same. alll the time.

that’s it for the juicy shiet. time for the high and dry.

school is whatevers. bio is fine. dorms are fine. chem’s a bitch but the tas/tutors are fine. school is fine in general. i guess i just love college.

NUFF SAID. GNITE.

she is my bestest friend.

i love her to death.

i’m also stupid because i left this page open on sophia’s laptop.

usually, tuesdays and thursdays are my chillest days.
usually, i only have two classes.
usually, i can stand these two classes.
usually, i ditch one of my classes because it becomes intolerable.

not today.

today, i ditched my sociology lecture because i wanted to either: study for my bio quiz tomorrow or do my sociology essay that is due tomorrow. i did neither. amidst my aloofness and carelessness, i suddenly had an epiphany. it was 10:55 and my chem lecture was not at 11:30; instead, was at 11:00. as i dashed out the door without having put on my popppppin lip gloss and after going down 2 flights of stairs, i had to yell at my bedroom window as romeo did juliet. except i was yelling at julia to open the side door since i had forgotten my key and pens to write with. after successfully getting my key and my pens, i look at the clock and with a face of utter disappointment, realized it was not worth trying to go to class today.

basically, i ditched my entire day today.

the boat has sailed without a sailor.

recently, yogurtland has been on my mind more often than boys. especially THAT one. AMAZING, RIGHT? anyways, i’ve been there about twice this week and boy, it doesn’t get tiring. idk why it makes me so happy. is it the ambiance the store creates with its pastel colors and minimalistic style? is it their yogurt that doesn’t taste tangy like some grody golden spoon? is it the fact that you can stack your cup with as many flavors of froyo and toppings as you want? (especially that mochi, cheescake, lucky charms, rainbow sprinkles, and fresh strawberries ) is it their spoons that you just want to steal everytime you see that ALLOWUSTOHANDYOUASPOON jar? or is it the taste of it? that light, refreshing, taste similar to that of a light breeze on those hot irvine days? is it the nice aura you get when sitting outside under the shade, listening to the birds chirp and hop around, and enjoying your yogurtland in a day dress? is it the fact that this colorful concoction you hold in your hands is unique to you and only you? (man, it’d be great if there was a boy like that.)

WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOGURTLAND THAT MAKES ME GIGGLY AND HAPPY EVERYTIME I GO THERE?
idk, man. but yaddidamean

when it comes to college shopping, there are certain necessities that a students must have. these include a laptop, a printer, some school supplies, bedsheets, etc. up until last weekend, i lacked a printer BUT THIS IS THE ULTRA COOL ONE I GOT

bleeping awesome is all i have to say. bleeping troublesome is also something else i can say. so this morning (10.4.08), i was trying to print onto this printable cd when my printer screams – CARRIAGE JAM. the window pops up on my screen giving me directions to solve the problem. i follow the instructions as closely as i would… a steal at some store (WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO SAY?!). anyways, i call the 800 number for hp support. it’s one of those speaktheworditellyoutosoastodirectyourcalltotheproperdepartment. i get this filipino lady. after 20 minutes of bad reception, she gets my email address and name. then she tells me that she can’t help me because it isn’t in her department so i’m directed to technical support. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT I DO RECALL I ALREADY SAID “TECHNICAL SUPPORT” WHEN THE ELECTRONIC OPERATOR TOLD ME TO. so then, i get this indian guy. he tells me the same directions, but as a bonus, tells me to plug the printer into a wall jack and clean the rollers of the printer. but they wouldn’t be dirty since i haven’t printed anything intense but those effing lecture outlines and whatnot :/. after another 20 minutes, he puts me on hold to talk to his supervisor about the problem. there’s this tricky tricky manufacturer’s secret where you have to press “print photos” and “red eye removal” simultaneously so you can like reset the printer. i skip to the “partial reset” choice. it shuts down. starts up. CARRIAGE JAM. the indian guy talks to his supervisor again. he tells me to press the same tricky keys excpet this time, we kick it up a notch – SEMI-FULL RESET. it shuts down. starts up. CARRIAGE JAM. i’m put on hold for another 10 minutes. THIS IS NOW FIFTY MINUTES PEOPLE. so the head honcho named LIONEL tells me that my printer will be replaced by another one for FREE good news, right? anyways. i give him my address at uci, a credit card number for collateral, and i hang up the phone after a HELLA LONG CHAIN UP THE ECHELON OF SUPPORT TECHNICIANS.

not too long after, i get this confirmation email. i’m happy because i get a new printer. i open a link included in the email and guess what? THEY SPELLED MY NAME WRONG -  JESSEO VILOETAS. like… WTF. i even spelled it out like.. (jesus elephant sandwich sandwhich elephant lollipop, ETC.) so i have to call them AGAIN. same voice-recognition for the menu. then i get a new filipino lady. she asks for my name. LIKE WTF AGAIN? so i just tell her what my problem is before having to get caught in another cycle. after 20 minutes, she finally tells me she can’t access the file, even though she had asked me how to spell my name correctly. she transfers me to another department. some white guy picks up and is ultra friendly. (PAUSE. the hold music is supposed to like… entertain you and whatnot because it’s so damn happy, but as julia says, “this music makes me want to kill myself” – NOT EMO). he helps me out and hopefully, my named is spelled correctly this time. i’m crossing my fingers here since they didn’t send me a confirmation email this time :/

THANKS HP. I LOVE YOU TOO