Well, I'm moving again. Just a few blocks down the street to this other apartment complex. The reason is that we wanted a one bedroom in this complex but the owner gave away the one bedroom she promised to us. *she said, what can you do, you didn't fill out any paperwork on it yet* So legally, she was right. But we got upset that she lied to us. So we looked and found this other place. We think it'll be ok. We shall see...

In other news, Michelle didn't make it to UCLA. She did make it to UC Davis. So there was a lil disappointment on her part. So that's how it will be for now. That is, if Michelle don't have a mental breakdown. She seems so overwhelmed lately. I believe it is a lack of motivation. Plus, she doesn't do much for fun. SO that runs amuck in her academic and love life.

Speaking of us, its been mixed. Right now its good. As long as I'm being her lil puppy dog carrying her on my back, things are alright. *both figuratively and literally* Yes, literally. She likes me carrying her on my back. So yes, we're really weird. A fun weird. The kind that will act like 2 ducks on the lawn of the college weird. Me and michelle find it funny how people probaly think things are just rosy with us. For we are generally always around each other and acting "coupley" and happy. Plus, it is genuine happiness at that moment.

The problem is that, unlike the moments often featured in movies, we can't cut to the love scene. We got to ride the bus, go home, make dinner, study, argue about chore and have personal space. Ugh, life is more complicated than it needs to be. Just when things are going rosy, something has to pop up and burst your bubble.

And when all that isn't going on, you take a questionaire on beliefnet and find out your a liberal Quaker! And wouldn't you know it, I sorta look like the guy featured on thier oatmeal. Well, when I'm older. And no doubt I'll dress more "amish" by then. Me and Michelle *or whoever I'm with by then* will pose for a modern art picture with me with a pitchfork or something. Howdy will be my new catchphrase.

Actually, I do believe I agree with the "liberal" quaker philosophy. Michelle was close to "orthodox" quaker. Who would've figured? I guess I have a strong influence on her religous thought. ANyway, the thing also said I was both universal unitarian. I'm UNIVERSAL! I actually don't agree too much with them, just TOO vague for my tastebuds.

In other news, just a couple more weeks til finals week. *Cue the scary music* I'm doing good so far. Just need to finish this thing off. Its like I did 8 pull ups, but just need 2 more. And as you know, those last 2 pull ups are the hardest ones! Ok, i'm using too many explaination marks. What's wrong with me?! !!!!!!!! Ok, its out my system for now.

I been reading around and you guys are doing better than the previous week. All the diarist I read have the same emotional cycle. Ok, maybe not all. Many? Anyways.

Mother bear still owes me quite a sum of money. Michelle wants me to take her to court. ANd logically she's right, I should. I just have a hard time sueing my own mom. That'd bother me morally for quite a bit. But at what point do I say, "I need that money" If it were maybe $50 or so, then I guess it wouldn't be no big deal. Over 1K, that gets my attention. So I'm trying to work with her. Though if she isn't willing to come here and work with it, I can't keep just letting it slide. I know she is having problems, but I can't just keep waiting, or I'll lose more money. Last time it was 10K, and you'd think since she didn't pay me last time, I'd say, screw you. Though I was stuck in a prediciment myself where I needed her to help me pay for things. So its.......complicated.....

That's about it. Michelle says, "are you almost done on there". I guess so. Not sure what else I want to cover. I got this co-worker of mines that seems REALLY genuine. Gives me a ride home and stuff. He seems, more "mature" than me. And I think he is smarter than me, even though he is still working on his 2nd year of college at age, 37? He's a clerk too. Well, maybe not smarter, but maturer is probaly the key word. He's from Mexico and his name is Luis. Though he looks more a mix of Russian and american. We had a good long talk about the immigration thing. Was interesting. So the semester is almost over and I wonder if he will still want to be friends. I mean, usually older folk don't like to hang with younger folk. I'm probaly 15 years younger than him and look 23 years more youthful. We'll see. He'd be a good ally. I've been hoping for an older person to gain perspective on things. Ofcourse he'd say, "sure, we'll keep in touch". But will we? I have a tendancy to start things good with people and then, poof, gone. I know better know, so we'll see. Can't start getting all pessimistic. Anyways, that's all folks.

Oh, and the recipe for sweet and sour sandwich. You have to have bread, sweet and sour sauce, chow mein and some ham plus lettuce. Put it together, and you have an East meets West taste in your mouth. Enjoy the authentic taste of this cross cultural mix.