it's about time something good happens to me.

the jury selection people wrote me back and said they decided to excuse me from service this time. that was cool because i really didn't want to serve. it takes too much time, and it's too depressing when you're actually there. just the feel of it all is depressing. i'm horrible at judging people and listening to them, so i guess that makes me a bad choice to be a juror. besides, i don't really pay attention to anything/anyone. if i wanna do something, i do it. if you tell me to do it a different way, chances are i'll do it my way anyway. then maybe trick you to think i did it your way.

anyway, another good thing that happened to me this week was friday night. it was good wholesome fun. so what i did was i got dinner with the alcoholic chick and my favorite ME. we went to souplantation and stayed there for about 2 hours. then we decided to go to uci and walked on ring road just for the hell of it. we passed by this dorm thing party, and i swear it was the most pathetic party i ever saw in my short partying life.

there were about 20 girls on the dance floor and about 10 guys sitting on those benches that surround the dance floor (like a perimeter barricade). it was weird. not one guy was dancing. a lot of guys think they're a bad dancer so they just don't dance, but all they really have to do is stand there, pretend they're having fun too, and some girl can just grind up on them, and the whole party won't look as pathetic and boring. there are guys too who think they're the best dancer in the world so they dance with you. there's very few guys who actually dance, but if they're one of those who don't really have a clue of what they're doing, it hurts to dance with them. i dunno, like you just start hurting all over the place and you just want them to stop. the best guy to dance with though is the kind who just does it nice and easy. i can only think of a couple of guys i've danced with who danced nice and easy. they're the kind who, when you dance with them, you don't have to do a whole lot of work and they don't try to break every bone in your hip.

but anyways, so we were walking and walking then this random guy called out to us and asked us what was going on where we just came from. we said there was a party, and this guy had this very shady smile and very shady voice when he said "okay," so we decided this random guy was a pedophile and was after all those kids at the party. we messed around with the idea for a while then we let it drop. i guess it bored us. then we passed by another party. this one was outside EG, and it sounded more fun, but we couldn't see it too hot. the music was better, and you could actually hear people partying it up. not like that pathetic one i just told you about.

we kept walking until we reached RH. RH is this building that's been under construction for the longest time ( i guess they're careful about the nuclear generator in its basement). but anyways, RH has a special place in my heart because it was where me and the alcoholic chick sat and cried because physics made us felt dumb and hopeless. it's funny now when we look back once in a while, but it was very depressing back then. unfortunately, the curb where we sat 3 years ago wasn't there anymore because of the construction thing. so we just sat as close to where that curb used to be. we picked this giant plantbox with the giant roses. there are these plantboxes right outside RH and this other building, and this one we chose was closest to the now nonexisting curb. the roses looked so pretty. so i kinda looked around for bit, just to make sure no one was watching, then i started picked flowers. i gave one to the alcoholic chick---it was pink---and she liked it. then i got one for myself, a yellow one, and we just messed around, walking around that plantbox like we were trying to balance on it even though it was about 2 feet wide. i stood on this ashtray (apparently physical sciences people smoke like there's no tomorrow because there were about a hundred butts on that ashtray thing) and jumped off it. i just felt like jumping off that crazy ashtray. then i got another flower for myself. this time it was pink. then the 3 of us just sat there and talked and talked, and the alcoholic chick and i picked the petals off our flowers, and somehow we made ourselves believe that those petals were actually answering our life questions. i don't feel like going in to much detail about that. but sometimes you have to believe in something so you don't go crazy and depressed. i guess it gives you some kind of hope that everything will be all right. eventually. so then, towards the end, i had all these rose petals surrounding me (i was sitting on the ground and they were on the edge of that plantbox), and this random girl came out of the other building that's next to RH. she stared at me for the longest time, and i stared back at her, then she walked away and was gone. she probably thought i was crazy, sitting on the ground by myself (she probably didn't see my friends because the rose bush was huge and like i said, they were sitting on the plantbox) with rose petals all around me. i should've picked up a handful of those petals and threw them up in the air while she was looking at me. i swear that would've freaked her out, she probably wouldve reported me to uci pd. for the first time in so long, i felt like a little kid again. it was starting to get cold, so we walked back to my car.

we were parked right outside steelhead, and it was only around 10 and there were still a lot of people hanging around. but we just sat in my car and talked some more while listening to cheesy, corny songs. it was good though. i don't mind being emotional and corny sometimes because it reminds me of being human. that i'm still in touch with my inner self and my emotions and it feels good to know that life isn't entirely governed by math and science. and that life doesn't revolve around this thing we call engineering. you just can't help it not feeling alive when you try to look deep into yourself and rediscover your emotions. it's a good feeling. they really should tell kids that at engineering orientations. once in a while you have to stop and get in touch with your inner self.

we called it a night after maybe half an hour. i drove home and slept.

good times. good times.