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Name: Polly
Gender: Female
Interests: Eating a burrito in the hot SD sun, bury my head in the sand at Blacks, smacking jelly fish with my paddle
Expertise: Soliciting
Occupation: San Diego Bum
Industry: Bums Incorporated
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/8/2004
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| I went to Big Lots the other day because I was thirsty and wanted a
cheap drink. I was looking at the tiny selection of Fuze when, out of
the corner of my eye, I saw a guy in full makeup standing next to me
mumbling. So I pretended to study the selection of Fuze while I tried
to figure out what he was doing. He was about 7 ft tall, curly hair,
legs perfectly shaven, and the sunny glow radiates from his smooth
skin. He was dressed in a shining silvery dress, or it was like a
muscle shirt long enough for a dress. As I listened more closely, he
was mumbling his lines to himself, but continuously tripping over them.
So I got my Fuze iced tea and left him alone to memorize his lines.
I felt so tired after doing laundry the other day, and the World Cup
was on mexican tv. Despite the fact that the most Spanish I know is...
bueno... I decided to watch this once-every-4-years spectacle. As I
sat, leaning against all the throwpillows, and staring at the tv with a
blank expression on my face, I felt like I was a middle aged man
gawking at the tv while his wife prepared his meals. That image also
includes a remote control and a can of beer in his hand... only I was
drinking coke... diet.
I turn 20 today. It may surprise some of you... my short list of
readers... that I'm actually older. Yes, random ladies I see at various
public places think I'm much younger. When I was 17, a lady in a gas
station asked me if I was really old enough to drive because, she said,
I looked like I was 12. I'm not sure if that's a compliment. Just last
weekend, I went out to lunch with my mom. Upon leaving, I left my
sunglasses on the table. So the waitress, a middle-age Asian lady said,
"Hey Kid! You take your sunglasses with you." Kid? I'm 20, and in a
year I'd be legally old enough to drink. In about 7 years, my
biological clock will start ticking. And by that time, I'm biologically
old enough to be a grandmother... barely. But don't you dare call me a
kid, cos I'm not a kid any more! I want my pint of guiness and chug it
down like an Irish!
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| I haven't been home for about a month, and I guess my parents got bored
while I wasn't around to demand so much food and attention to a
calendar. They started watching tv, more tv than I watched even when I
was at home. I can hardly remember the last time both of my parents
watched a drama series/soap opera... way back in the day when I was
little. They're now addicted to Prison Break. Even my dad, who's always
been anti-drama series is addicted to to the show. It's amusing
listening to my mom marvel at Wentworth Miller's good looks. It's
strange to hear a parent praise one of the faces on the Hot Guy Wall.
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| Friday: Sungod - THE event of UCSD.
I have never seen UCSD students to happy. I walked outside on Friday
afternoon and people were greeting strangers with hugs, playing on the
grass, and carrying bottles filled with liquids indistinguishable
between vodka and water. The Asians were glowing. Some chick was doing
backflips on the grass. People were stocking up on carbs and buying
large amounts of coke from dining halls and bring them back to their
rooms. At Revelle plaza, where nothing ever happens, a girl collapse on
the floor because she was so drunk.
The concert was the most interesting I've been to. I saw 2 fights break
out. One involving a guy who claimed to have a gun. Another one hit on
every girl around him, and one of their boyfriends go pissed... punches
were thrown and I almost got crushed behind the guy who started the
fight. When things settled, and My Chemical Romance started playing, I
found myself in the middle of the worst moshpit ever. Sweaty and drunk
people, lips quivering for vodka, pressed their bodies against me. The
crowd started swaying - sorry excuse for a mosh pit. So I squeezed out
of the crowd and moved to the back where people were still sane.
Sungod was fun, but a bit overrated. It's an excuse for people to get
drunk everywhere on campus. Yes, it's a time for us to let lose and
enjoy being happy, but I'm happy being sober. Concert and carnival-like
games were pretty great. I could do it once a year. Besides, the real
fun of the weekend came later...
Saturday: Dragonboat day
Woke up at 8am after a night of sungod festivities for last dragonboat
practice before my first race. Came back, showered, ate, slept, and
woke up way later than I was supposed to. Packed for an overnighter in
15 mins (quite proud of myself for the fastest packing ever done in my
life.) Then it was team dinner at Hometown Buffet (the first time I
needed to be conservative at a buffet, in order to maintain good shape
before my race). After dinner, came back again, and slept...
Sunday: Dragonboat race
Woke up at around 4:15 am to get ready for the race at Long Beach.
Slept on the way to the race too. My parents came out to see me race,
which was cool. I'm glad they enjoyed it. UCSD did great with boat 1:
Whaat!? winning gold and silver; and boat 2: Yeeaahh! winning bronze.
It was awesome. It's true that after the 1st race, you'd want to wake
up early on Saturdays and get out on the bay to practice. There's
nothing like the adrenaline rush in a 250m race.
So I came back about 2 shades darker, and kinda sunburnt, but damn it
was worth the lack of sleep and the farmer tan. Being out in the sun in
the sand and rowing a boat with 20 other people. Sungod ain't got
nothing on dragonboat race.
I didn't get any work done this weekend. I was either sleeping or I was
doing stuff for dragonboat. Now it's time for me to watch some Grey's
and sleep. And it's time for me to even out my back muscles. Best
weekend I've had in a long time.
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| So I got a hair cut. Hair washed, shampooed and conditioned by a
stranger. Then I had my hair chopped off, adding layers and my bangs
shortened in about half. To deal with this new hair style and keep my
short bangs out of my face, I found all I needed was a beanie.
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| I was attacked by a spell of uncontrollable laughter the other day in
stats class. The prof was talking about probabilities in his high
voice. Oh yes, he is your very stereotypical math geek: big gold-rimmed
glasses, scrawny build, a high voice that sounds like he's still going
through puberty, and extremely neat handwriting on the board that
matches no other. I can imagin a producer from Beauty and the Geek
showing up at his front door saying, "Sir, congratulations, you have
been chosen to be a contestant on Beauty and the Geek." But no, that was not
what I was laughing at, although I sometimes have sudden laughter
attacks because I think of something stupid like this. This guy that
sits in front of Vivian was nodding off... no he wasn't just nodding
off, he's completely asleep in his seat. I watched his head falling
back for a few seconds and I started laughing silently. Then the more I
looked at him the harder I laughed. As I looked over at Vivian, I
caught by surprise that she was just smiling. Yes, I realized I had,
and still have, a strange sense of humor, but I couldn't stop laughing.
So his head falls back further and further, each time trying to spring
back to its original sitting-up position. But just right then, his head
fell so far back that I thought it was going to hit Vivian's desk! It
managed to spring back to its upright position, and he is still asleep!
At this point, I was shaking with laughter in my seat, unable to take
notes or even look up at the board only about 10 ft away from me. I
found myself looking at the board trying to take a breath and forget
about snoozer right before I burst into silent laughter once more.
After about 5 mins of this madness, and seeing that I could not control
myself if this went on any longer, Vivian finally woke him up.
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