the least they ever gave you, was the most you ever knew

it's only been a few days and despite it being dead week...i've probably had some of the most chill days in college. nevermind the part about me being screweded later.

so tues/wed? night/morning..as some may have found from my bitching on facebook, the fugging fire alarm went off throughout the entire dorm at the unearthly hour of 4:30am. and ironically on the one night i decide to sleep earlier at 1. it's all a bit sketchy in my mind but i remember only initially half waking to the siren's wailing.

i don't make much sense when i'm groggy and such so after realizing the sound wasn't coming from a dream and wasn't going to stop any time soon, i...literally plugged my ears with my fingers, closed my eyes, and attempted to go back to sleep. amazing thing was, the sound became pretty soothing to my ears and almost lulled me back to sleep.

but only to be aroused again by some weak voice in the back of my head that feebly asked. hey. isn't that a fire alarm...and don't they usually mean there's a fire. but maybe it's just an asshole prank. bitches.

after some halfconscious deliberation...i concluded that fuggit. it was probably a drunk asshole. and if not...hell didn't seem like such a bad tradeoff for a glorious night of continued sleep at the moment. and money? well if i really did die, the school can't charge me a buck anyways. i let out a content sigh and relax again.

but only to be aroused this time by my roomies. in a blur, i grab the closest sweater nearby and start toward the door. only to be pulled back by a roomie who yelled to me over the siren put on some shoes!! confused and dumb, i slowly nod my head, grunt, and start again towards the door without registering the words.

a hand grabs my arm, swings me around, and just as parents would to a stubborn child, my roomie repeats again slowly and sternly to my unresponsive brain, NO!! put. on. some. shoes!!!

after clumsily making my way through the halls and down the stairs, my eyes focus a bit and i look down at myself closely for the first time. my current pjs consist of the gloriously(shiny) golden yellow basketball shorts i got from a school sale and light blue track shirt. in all my hotness i just happened to grab my bright yellow ucla sweatshirt. the one that my parents think is fugly and should be burned. i soon realized, with much horror, that i looked like a fugging bright yellow jelly bean with ucla inscribed all over.

in an attempt to look less jellybeanish, i tried to throw a bit of color in by pulling down my inside shirt...only the realize that to do so was only to accentuate my uclaness due to the light blue nature of my frigging shirt. yuh. i looked more spirited than the spirit squad that morning.

i eventually come to peace with this but mostly because i became too distracted by the cold. after huddling for an hour, they finally let us back in. we plop back into our beds and are out.

apparently, unlike last year in which this happened, it was not due to a dead week prank but actually to built up lint in the laundry dryers that started smoking. figures.

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more secret santa events. my floor secret santa gave me a shot glass. cause obviously he thinks i'm going to be a drunkard(psha). my secret santa gift (the magnetic thingy mr nelson has in his room) was a success much to my satisfaction. pretty much..everyone was jealous of my person mwahah.

my nsu santa got me death cab for cutie's "we've got the facts and we're voting yes" and a poster from a nickelodeon cartoon(which i might be able to fit on my wall..sideways). after the nsu dinner we also got little bags of goodies too...candy, clocks, homemade ornaments and picture frames, the works. yay.

people have been treating me to pizza and buffalo wings like crazy alldayeveryday in efforts to get rid of their meal swipes by the end of the quarter. begging for permission to treat others to meals are also common these days. this happens so much so that i have had no chance to use up my basic 11 meals for this week as well. dammit.

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last latenight was probably one of the chillest times here so far. went with a friend to "study" in canyon point lounge (where i swear, all the christian koreans live). basically we fooled around on aim and ate pizza. got back to the dorm and found one of my roomies, V, trying to pick the guitar. she asks me if i'm busy and if i could teach her a bit. tempted by the thought of playing the guitar instead of working, i consent. and it turns out to be a blast.

was also talking to a floormate on aim who was like OMG SO BORED DONT WANNA WORK, so i invite her too and it's a party. all it took was an electric guitar, acoustic guitar, ultimate-guitar.com, itunes and 3 excited girls to forget all about quiet hours. my other roomie, A, joins in here and there.

as 1am hit, we somehow eye my taiko sticks and transition to the subject of drumming. V, who was a drummer(tenor) in her marching band and should technically be in the band now (still don't understand her final decision), takes out her snare sticks, stuff happens, and in a jiffy my dream of finally learning to drum was finally happening.

she teaches me how to drum marching band form, how to properly roll, and then some songs from her thick binder of ucla band music from summer tryouts. our floormate leaves sometime in the middle. we get really into it and literally drum for more than an hour nonstop on the floor, her using my taiko sticks, me using her snare sticks. it felt so damn good just holding these instruments in our hands and feeling the band vibe of our pasts. we reminisce about band while we play: the funny times, the geeks (shiz it is agreed band geeks are the best), the frustrations, and general musical stuff.

all of the sudden at around 2am, a really loud knocking occurs at our door. V and i instantly freeze with looks like 0_0 oshiz on our faces and frantically shove the sticks under her bed. she runs to the door to look through the doorhole, runs back giggling in panic, hides in her bed and is like OMG. A REALLY PISSED OFF GUY IS OUT THERE!! i instantly run and hide in my cave of a desk. both of us scared shitless, all we can do is giggle and make A answer the door(poorthing).

at first A was all wtf why me but finally gives in. from my desk i hear this booming voice as she opens the door. WHO'S MAKING NOISE IN THERE.

poor roomie: (lost and confused) heh heh ummm.
guy: ARE YOU DRUMMING IN THERE >:000
roomie: well...(looks back)..giggles nervously
us: *frantically giggles profusely*
roomie: well I'M not *tries to hold in laughter*
guy: (ticked off even more) *some pissed off yeah no kidding noise* IS ANYONE DRUMMING IN THERE
roomie: (basically...meep!)

so my roomie mutters some kind of apology, it's over, and we thank her repeatedly for taking the heat. apparently it was some big muscular white dude, from the room below us, who stood the whole time with his hands crossed and feet shoulder length apart with this really pissed off look on his face...and his little asian roomie who stood in back, mimicking his stance.

we basically giggled like crazy the whole rest of the night. i could barely shower cause i was so ticklish from embarrassment. after, we all got into bed and somehow got into talking about personal stuff till like 3am...kinda like how middle schoolers at sleepovers do. i guess i don't reveal much about myself or something cause V later said for the second time since school started, with a satisfied sigh, you're really interesting.

and for the second time it caught me off guard again. not knowing what to say in response again...i probably sounded really awkward and dumb with my wtflaugh and a lame no i'm not! comeback. anyways. it was a night of some roomie bonding (as V dubbed it), which...to think about it, we've never had before.

and it's true i guess. people still ask me from time to time how my roomies are. and i always just reply they're nice. cause they are. but i've never had much to say about them. either cause i...was in the same room as them at the time of the phonecall. or cause i've distanced myself a bit and didn't feel justified to say much about it(which i still don't really). but whatev. there's a glimpse of one of our rare moments of more involved interaction.

so...so far these are some conclusions made about me (and for some reason most of the conclusions were about me that night):
1. i take very quick showers (and don't use many...girl products)...yay hygiene? heh heh
2. (from past actually...randomly as i got out of shower and found the two staring at me) they "hate" me because i have straight shiny hair...that's low maintenance even after short showers.
3. i am the way i am as a rejection to what my parents wanted (V likes to psychoanalyze peeps or something).. isn't everyone?
4. i'm a late bloomer (this whole not having a crush thing ever is probably what people usually find most fascinating le sigh)
5. i don't talk much. (but break through and you'll wish you never did)
6. i study a lot (wtf?)
7. i nap a lot and don't sleep much (hilarious)
8. i sleep "like a dead person." awesome.

there. that's mostly what i'd say to you if i was to inform you extendedly about my current life. goodjob for getting through it all. so hard. so tired now. guess i can't study afterall :P

but um...yeah. band is awesome.

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also almost forgot. roomie (A) also discovered the shoe youtube. we all watched it communally the other day. it made my day.