MMM, i've noticed that i have a bad habit of starting something, and then letting it sit for long periods of time.
Example #1: this livejournal. i was really interested in it for a while; then i don't update - or even read the thing - for about... ouch, four months? Not even MORGAAAN's poking motivated me.
Example #2: my myspace - the only time i remember i even have one is when i get an email saying "XXX would like to be your friend." I dutifully go and accept XXX and then myspace drifts out of my mind again. I think the only times that I have spent long periods of time on that site is when someone I have totally forgotten about sends me a message - unlike some, I do not accept random people. WELL, okay that is a lie: I did accept a "person" once, and that "person" turned out to be a commercial myspace. How lame; but lesson learned, I suppose.
Example #3: my facebook - I remember that I only updated the personality profile, saw that I had about fifty friends waiting for confirmation, and signed out. Sigh. I really hope that I don't lose touch with you all because of my laziness - but you never know, maybe one day, I'll become board again and, diligently ignoring my applications and SAT study books, trudge through my ever growing inbox.
So, why am I updating?
True, I am board out of my mind - the internet has suddenly become so... unsatisfying; TV has been my only source of entertainment, and I can't take much of that. However, I find that I have not seen or talked to many of you this entire summer - how depressing, but again, my lazy nature shines through. And because of such little contact with my firends - now don't mistake me, I did spend a lot of time with friends, but not as much as I had hoped, and my "outings" usually included the same people - I find that I get the same question again and again:
"Sati, what have you been doing the summer? How have you been? Tell me something exciting that happened. Give me the run down."
And that single question, or really the repetition of that question, motivated me to dust off my keyboard, try to remember my el jay password (and failing many times before success), and type this entry.
So, this was my summer.
Softball - I do not think I can tell you how much time this single sport has taken up. But I suppose it's the only way I would visit the cities and states I now have. Let's just skip to the end and tell you about our trip to TEXAS. We stayed in a seedy, love motel, that had dripping ACs, werid noises in the night, strange men either calling you at three am or being carted off to the hospital, and Pentacostals in the room below. I actually think that the noises in the night ticked me off the most - I mean, you knew what those sounds were, and you just had to lay there and try not to listen; but I was cursing up a storm when I first figured it out. "Aalkdfjasdf!! %&^!" And the heat had a stange affect on me: instead of simply having to drink 128 oz of water (the usual eight glasses that we are required to drink in hot weather), I wound up having to drink twice that! HOLY MOLEY, that is a lot of water - I was just chugging those bottles of water down the night before each game and the morning of. Unfortunately, I found out that I needed so much water the hard way: I almost fainted doing warm up sprints. VERY LAME, especially when you are beat by the slowest person on our team. But in the end, we took 7th - against the top five teams in the states, and lots of Texas nobodies, I can't say that I'm disappointed in our standing, just a little miffed at how the tournament was run - the Texas teams didn't even have to qualify, and even got to play WHOLE TEAMS composed of college players. Poor Californians - a small consolation was that the final four teams were two texan teams and two californian teams. No surprise seeing as California and Texas dominate
the softball world in the US.
I was hit on twice by women. The first was at the Gay Pride parade: a really really ghetto woman (black) started giving me the eye and the started to make moves on me. The whole time, I just can't stop laughing to myself - I never thought I would see a gay AND ghetto person in my life, but well, now I've seen everything. The second time, I didn't even know it was happening, and I'm still a little skeptical about it. Jasmine says that an old friend who works at XXX store (NO NOT A PORNO SHOP) has been... well, for lack of a better word, hitting on me by giving me free food. NOW, with my food oriented mind, I saw none of this, but Jasmine was convinced that the girl had ulterior motives for giving me free food. Oh well, it's not like I'm going to STOP accepting the food... or is that callous of me? The only reason I mention this is because, recently, I have noticed that people make a strange association between softball and being a lesbian, and I must say, it ticks me off - I don't go around saying "Oh, you set the record for the 100m dash at your school? ...Are you part Black?" But well, I suppose I just wanted to rant about such sterotypes, and the fact that I was hit on by two women just kind of slipped in there. eek?
I WAS HIT ON MY A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD BOY. Okay, now this was really werid, because it wasn't simply a look, this kid was pesisitant. Not only did he ask for my number and my email address, he took out his camera and started taking all these pictures of me like some damn paparazzi - you know the expression "making love to the camera"? YEAH, WELL HE SAID THAT. He said, "yeah, yeah, work it. make love to the camera." Aaldkfj;asdkfjad! But on the upside, when he became too persistant, I had my good ol Taichi buddies to run interference - BUBBA CAME OUT TO PLAY, but his name wasn't Bubba, it was ...crap, i forgot, but he was cool and kind of cute (but he was 26). On the down side, everyone knew, meaing my father's entire Taichi group saw what was happening. And they laughed; oh how they laughed. I got all the lectures too: "Well Sati, this is just a step in growing up..." and "I would think you would be used to this by now..." - to the latter, I gave him (the speaker) a rather hard punch to the arm. UGH. But the worst part, was when the kid tried to give me a fucking wet-willy. And he even had the audacity to suggest that he could give me a TRUE wet-willy: he would use his tounge. At this point, BUBBA entered the play-yard.
Now, I only talked about the two women and the boy to relate a couple of werid/funny stories - I'm not trying to brag or anything. But what is there to brag about? That I'm sending off some very weird singals?
I worked at UC Berkely's ATDP. I didnt get paid ( 400 BUCKS!) BUT I did get to brush up on some physics, and got to do some to the beginning homework for the freshmen physics classes. All in all, I liked it, but that may also be due to the fact that I missed half of the classes due to softball - AGAIN, VERY LAME.
Broke up with my long time friend. But did it in a very shady way, which I now regret. Sigh. How to correct such problems? Miscommunication sucks. But it sucks even more when you haven't had the oppurtunity to correct it. MMM, ambiguity! Don't you just love it??
Swam my butt into exhaustion. Note to you all, don't try to do two sports at once.
Ignored my physics studying and summer reading. Is that really a surprise to anyone? I'm absolutely dreading my fall sememster. How about you??...don't answer that.
..And I think that's it. See you all didn't really miss anything! :D
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