I recently joined the Western Dragon Boat Racing Club. Initially I was a little apprhensive about joining this group. Western has many culture-based clubs, judging by the team pictures this seemed to be one of them. As club events begin to kickoff I've been recieving many e-mails concerning the westernDBR, some individuals include; Cynthia Chu, Terence Jou, Hong Huang, and Stephanie Lue-Quee. Something tells me I'm going to be a minority.

On a side note, have you every disliked someone so much you wish they would die? You don't hate them, in all technicalities they've never done anything wrong, but just their existence makes you cringe. I have never felt this way before, I can't help it. I wish that he/she would die.

I'm tired of my hair. It's too frigg'n long. It's almost become unmanagable. I want to cut it. I want to cut it up to my chin. Yes, all of it. I want to cut my 20inches of red locks down to nothing. I simple bob. Or maybe just get brush-away bangs. I'm undecided.

I've finally admitted that I'm not invincable. I went to the doctor and got some more 'supplimentary' pills. Somehow, with age, I've become mildy lactose intolerant. To combat this I need to take two different kinds of large horse pills. Once a day for the refirdgerated kind and twice-three times a day for the Calsium Magnesium. On top of those I take Ferrous Gluconate. It is only a matter of time before I hop onto the 'multi-vitamin' band wagon. I feel very simular to the sister in Robbin Williams movie Toys where she eats vitamin sandwiches. But I'm not going to lie, I feel a lot better.

I feel awesome. I wasn't sure if I was just in a good mood yesterday or if this was going to be a continuing thing. This weekend was just what I needed. I was completely independent. Mind you I still hung out with people, I still had to make appointments (that I was late for), I was still confronted with the conflicts I have created, but I for some reason I feel like I've got it all together. I had a very productive day yesterday. I actually enjoyed 3 of the 6 hours of homework that I did. I corrected my Thermodynamics teacher, twice. Also, I got to talk to two people that are very important to me. Yesterday was a good day, now I'm going to work out.

I never actually stayed awake during this movie but I'm amost positive that I shouldn't be proud of this.

Recently I've been keeping to myself. Not sharing what really goes through my head with anyone. This is very unusual for me. I most often take full advantage of my peers to unload the varies garbage that goes through my head. Recently I've been meeting as many new people as possible. I think that I'm looking for someone. I'm looking for someone that I can tell everything to. Someone that isn't going to be my 'dumping grounds' but more like my 'recycling centre'.

My whole world had begun to fall apart. Everything that I have come to depend on is leaving my life. Now more than ever I need to be independent. Old habits are hard to break. I'm not sure if this is a major change in my life is going to be good or bad. I do know that it's not one that I want.

Kellogs Red Berries cereal is the devil. It is just too damn good. Yesterday I had three bowls. I've already had two today and am stronly considering a thrid. I love it.

Last night at the bar I figured out a few things.
- I like to drink, talk, eat, and then sleep
- I don't like super hoochie dance bars
- While drunk I think that having my ex there would make for a better time
- I'm tired of drinking rye and ginger all the time
My conclusion. I should call up my guy friends and get them to buy groceries so that I can make dinner. We should spend the night watching movies while getting high and/or drunk. Then we should eat fast food and go to bed. Unfortunately this would lead to excessive weight gain. Maybe we should get drunk and/or high before we eat dinner.

Roller blading in the city and listening to dave is complete freedom for me. I don't feel like a student at all. I feel like 'Anna', completely independent. I love my blades.

I have had more baths in the past two weeks than I have ever had since the third grade.

Things have gotten a lot better this week. I'm meeting a ton of frosh. There are a bunch of slutty girls that cut their t-shirts to bare their bellies. This is okay when you're a first year student. But when you're a second year student it's just plain trashy. I refuse to alter my t-shirt in any way and I still manage to make friends with more frosh then the other sophs. The moral of the story? Don't cut your shirt to reveal your body, instead have your roomate write slutty comments on your covies like 'I love Brescia cooch'. lol!

Whoa gees. I'm in Eng. This whole frosh week thing is tearing me apart. I really need to release a lot of tension, aggression, and emotion. SO if you know a semi-longhaired man looking for a good time. Call me. I don't ever want to see another Engineer again. I have them coming out of my ass. Actually, I never want to see another uniform-wearing chant-chearing peppy individual again. It really sucks. Can someone please rescue me from this hell hole.

Besides that I'm having a great time. I'm sure when I get more then 9.5 hours of sleep in 4 night everything will be just fine. Although getting laid would still be great.