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New York, Here I Come...?

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 05:07:08 GMT

It is possible that I may be going to New York at the end of the summer. A couple of friends and I are planning a week-long trip to the city that never sleeps. We plan to go during the second to last full week of September, right before the school year begins. I have been to New York before, but this time, les parents will not be accompanying me. Oooooh, just__jen + friends - parents = ? A whole lot of unrestricted freedom and fun! Imagine the possibilities--just the thought of it all excites me... this is the part where you all pull your heads out of the gutter, freaks. Hopefully all this will go accordingly or else I will be one unhappy camper because busts always suck.

The only thing that takes away my joy for just a bit is that I wish I had more so that I will not feel like such a brokeass after I buy my ticket. I think this means I have to go out and look for a suga daddy who will provide me with an endless supply of cash. Just kidding. Way to not sound like a gold digger (which I am NOT!), right?

Anyway, any suggestions about places to visit, stay, eat, etc (other than the obvious places) can be sent my way.

Black's Beach

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 08:52:18 GMT

One of the first locations that many students visit when they get settled into La Jolla is the beach because everyone loves the shore, and it lies ridiculously close to UCSD. A beach that many students frequent is Black's Beach, which is about only a fifteen-minute walk from the west side of campus. Black's Beach is best known as a clothing-optional beach (aka nude beach), but nudity is legal in only the state-owned portions, not the city-owned ones. I am glad that only a part of the area permits nudity because I have heard stories from different people and have seen with my very own two eyes that most of the nudists who spend their time at the beach are old, hairy, and overweight men. Some of those men there probably think that their protruding guts will charm / turn on women enough to take them home for a fun night. If so, the they should probably rethink their methods because I do not think that the current technique proves successful for most.

Unlike many students, I did not go to any San Diego beaches until late spring quarter in May. The day after the Sungod festival, a few friends and I decided to veg out at the beach to cope with our non-hangovers, the result of our extremely good behavior from the day before. Of all the two closest beaches from which we got to choose, we chose to visit Black's Beach because of its proximity. We decided to stay on the non-nude, city-owned part of the beach for the fear of encountering old, saggy balls to our faces. We relaxed and enjoyed sitting like lumps of rocks in the soothing atmosphere, but as we were leaving, an unexpected sight caught us totally off-guard. To our surprise, a man was standing behind a huge rock wanking off like there was no tomorrow. When we came into sight, he stepped out from behind the rock. Knowing me, I seized this opportunity to capture him in his finest moments before I ran off like an idiot. He knew I was taking pictures of him because he was watching me aim-and-shoot at him, but I do not care. The most important thing is that I have these pictures

You can click to enlarge if you want. Don't worry... his penis is not visible.

Sungod Festival 2008

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 02:29:36 GMT

I was going to write about this event after I had fully recovered from all the fun and festivities, but I never got around to it because I was too busy hauling ass. In short, my first Sungod was filled with intoxication and run-ins with the police, but if you want to read into detail, you can continue reading below. FAAABULOUS.

On May 17, 2008, UCSD held its annual Sungod Festival. According to Wikipedia, our most trustworthy source of information in cyberspace:

The Sun God Festival is an annual campus festival at the University of California, San Diego that usually takes place the sixth or seventh week of the spring quarter. The festival and concert provide an excuse for students on what many consider a socially dead campus to finally let loose following their midterms with binge drinking, psychoactive substance abuse, and public displays of affection. Campus police, reinforced by other San Diego Police Department precincts, step up enforcement with plain clothes officers and random open-container checks.

For my suitemates and me, the celebration began about an hour before midnight because everyone knows you have to warm up during the pregame in order to be prepared for the game. When midnight struck, we all toasted to Sungod and happily played games until we were inebriated.

It's like New Years all over again!

"Oooh! You look like you're coming out of my jayjay!"

**The brown paper bags were photoshopped into the photo to cover my hideous face and to protect the identities of the other people, so that if any UCSD police happen to stumble upon this post, their bitchasses won't be able to bust any of us.**

Things also started getting a little crazy after midnight and our noise levels grew progressively louder with our incoherent babbling and shouting. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door from the Residential Security Officers, and we scrambled to hide the alcohol in our rooms, but along the way, my suitemate's friend dropped a large bottle of beer. It flowed onto a portion of the carpet and the smell of beer loomed in the air. We hastefully cleaned up the messed and sprayed some Febreeze into the air before opening the door. A douchebag RSO stormed into the living room and drilled us with questions about what we were doing in the suite. However, he failed to gain whatever answers he was trying to obtain (because the police are all failures) and let us off with a warning but threatened to write us all up if he had to visit us again. After the RSO's visit, my roommate and I decided to go for a walk (at 2 a.m.) to clear our heads, only to be pulled over by a campus police officer, who threatened to give us both tickets for being out on the streets and not having our campus IDs with us for identification. Because I was not in the most sober state, I got scared and kept thinking that he was going to arrest me, so my roommate did all the talking while I kept myself from pissing my pants. The police officer gave us a long lecture about why we should not be playing around on the streets in the middle of the night during the Sungod weekend. It was difficult to listen to him because his douchebaggy voice was quite unbearable. UGH. When my roommate and I got back to the suite, we celebrated some more until there was another loud knock on the door. We were so gone by that time that we did not even think of hiding anything; we opened the door and it was the RA on duty coming to tell us to quiet down. We were extra friendly with him and even invited him in, but he just left. I think we dodged a bullet with that kind of move, but we were not thinking clearly. At this point in time, we were all pretty tired, and I was tired of dealing with authoratative figures, so I went to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I decided not to go to any of my classes (most were cancelled anyway) and just focused all my energy on Sungod. Instead of attending class, I was downing shots at 11am and playing beer pong by noon with my suitemates at our friends' suite. I sucked at beer pong that day, but it is a little difficult to aim and shoot when you are disoriented. I was so off that at during one turn, I completely missed the cups and hit a guy in the face instead. While we were playing, my mother called me and I tried my best to sound sober while on the phone. I guess I did okay because she kept asking me if I had just woken up. Of course I said that I did. It was a good thing that my mother called when she did because right after I left, the RSOs apparently busted into my friends' suite and wrote up everyone who was there. Because that was a males' suite, the RSOs did not have to knock on the door before entering. Since the mood was ruined, we headed to Price Center to eat lunch and had yet another run in with the police (it just never seems to end!). An assface undercover cop sent my suitemate to detox because she had put her head down onto the table. He sent her to detox without checking whether or not she had any alcohol in her system. She didn't. I almost got into trouble too because I could not shut up about the situation and I kept mindlessly asking him really stupid questions. After the incident, the rest of us tried to enjoy the rest of the day, but it was a little difficult because there was nothing to do except sit around, intoxicate ourselves, and take a crapload of hideously incriminating photos. Towards the end of the day, we decided to check out the performers at Sungod, such as Sean Kingston, but we almost died in that the huge herd of stupid, smelly elephants who think they are winners if they successfully push their way to the front. Sean Kingston sucked too; he walked out during the middle of his performance because the audience was not loud enough. It's okay though because everyone hated him anyway. Maybe one of these days, his arteries will clog up and he will die. After managing to escape the crowd alive, we sat around on the ground figuring out how to occupy our time, and I laughed at the people who got taken away on stretchers. After little deliberation, we decide to visit the international students and play some beer pong with them until the end of the night because everyone knows that international students are always more fun. =)

In the words of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., "everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt". I think that is how I would describe my first Sungod despite all the run-ins with the police and such because I really did have a good time... from what I can remember. From Sungod, I learned that douchebag police officers should fuck themselves extra hard with their little truncheons every night in order to punish themselves for being such assfaced failures in life.

Hello, I'm back

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 07:24:12 GMT

Dear Xanga,

I just thought I should let you know that I did not die or mysteriously disappear from the face of the earth. You see, some time during late February (a little after my nineteenth birthday extravaganza, which has sadly put my name to shame among certain people), I took a look at my performance in school and decided that I needed to take a hiatus from some of my internet distractions (Xanga being one of them), so I upped and left without telling anybody. I decided not to part with Facebook because everyone knows that is the only means of communication people use nowadays.. well, that and text messaging. I think that may have been one of the stupidest decisions I have made in my life. Anyways, academia was beginning to pwn me a little because I was playing more than I was studying, so I had to haul some ass in order to get back on track. I thought I could be sly and slip away for a short while without anybody noticing, but I got caught because that "short while" turned into a little more than four months. Now that the school year is finally over as of two weeks ago, and I somehow magically survived my first year of college (Thank the LAWD!), I guess I will update more and maybe uncover some details about my first year at UCSD. All I can say now is that I never want to haul ass ever again because it sucks and people will probably laugh at you or post a thread about you on JuicyCampus. Anways, I hope you did not miss me too much, biatch.

Yours truly,
Jennifer

P.S. You know how some say that college is a great time to experiment with new things? I can definitely say that mine was experimental in different ways, and I do not regret anything. I think I will leave it at that for now.

Nineteen Years Old

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:35:20 GMT

"Hehe, you're turning nineteen years old on the nineteenth! Hehe! /snort/" I heard this line from various people throughout the week before my birthday who thought that phrase was hilariously nifty. Please, my mom could probably come up with something funnier and more clever.

So today is the nineteenth anniversary of my being expelled from my mother's uterus. For those of you who did not understand the context in the previous sentence, it is my nineteenth birthday. I don't know about you, but to me, nineteen seems like a pretty unexciting age, except that it's my last "-teen" year. There's just not much to being nineteen--I'm not eighteen anymore (when I felt like I was suddenly entitled to many tremendous unfettered freedoms, but in reality, it was not as great as I had imagined) and I'm not quite twenty-one yet (when I can do all those things I could suddenly do when I turned eighteen plus legally purchase and consume alcohol... not that I practice underaged drinking...). The only thing I look forward to is the money I receive in addition to my Chinese New Years' money so that I can rub it into my siblings' faces that I have more money than they. Just kidding.

Anyways, happy birthday to me. I am going to enjoy this day even if turning nineteen years of age does not exactly make me want to whoop with joy and go streaking across a football field. After all, I get to be nineteen years old for only 366 days (2008 is a leap year in case it slipped your mind) of my life.

What's the best way to celebrate a nineteenth birthday? My math professor thinks announcing that there will be a midterm this Friday will yield the best results. If I remember correctly, that kind of newbie move is called "shitting on someone's day". Maybe I should shit on her day... or have pigeons do it because everyone knows that they're the most qualified candidates for this kind of duty (doo-ty?).

But seriously, what is the best way to celebrate a nineteenth birthday?

What would you do if someone broke into your home while you were sleeping?

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 00:50:26 GMT

Instead of handing him/her an extra special can of whoop-ass, I'd give that person my whole life savings and let that person steal my identity because anyone who manages to successfully find a way past my front gate deserves major props. This burglar has obviously got some M4D SK1LLZ.

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Highlights of Fall Quarter

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 03:51:23 GMT

Contrary to popular belief by some people that I would get my ass kicked by academia, I got through my first quarter of college, and I'm still alive and kicking. Yay... amazing, isn't it? Fall quarter was filled with fun, excitement, gossip, drama, annoyance, anger, hate, minimal studying--whatever you name, it's probably in that list. I grew to really like some people, and I grew to really despise others, but I guess that's no surprise coming from me. I think college has turned me into an angrier and more cynical person (probably because of all the dumb, annoying fucks I encounter on a daily basis). All in all, the quarter was quite... adventurous.

Letting Loose
When midterms were all over, a few of my suitemates and I decided to celebrate by going out to dinner and then back to our suite for a mini party. We turned off the lights, closed the curtains, cranked up the music (just a little bit), disguised our wording, and invited some of our friends over to join us. It was all harmless fun and games until some idiot guy named Trevor decided to puke off the balcony instead of into the toilet, which prompted the Residential Security Officer and Residential Advisors to come running to our suite to see what the hell was going on. Most of us left Trevor hanging as we ran into the rooms, turned off the lights, and pretended we weren't there while we listened to the RSO question Trevor about his behavior. Although we didn't get written up, I'm pretty sure we're not on good terms with the RSO.

Finding a Fifty Dollar Bill
One day I was eating at Sierra Summit over at John Muir College with my a friend, Maggie, when I dropped my napkin. I bent over to pick it up and right next to my foot was a bill that was folded into fourths. I picked it up thinking that maybe it was a dollar bill, but to my dismay, it was a fifty dollar bill. At first, I didn't know what to do with it, but Maggie imposed the "Finder's Keepers" ideology on me, so I stuck the bill into my wallet. Of course, finding that money did not lead to good things for me. The next morning, I woke up feeling like crap: headache, cough, phelgm, and all that good stuff. Then my roommate decided to lock me in the closet, and she couldn't get the door the open because something was wrong with the handle. I restrained myself from kicking her ass afterwards. Oh, and I tripped and fell on the same stairs in the exact same spot twice in one day. I should just give away that fifty bucks.

Procrastination + Minimal Studying = ?
Good grades for Jennifer! At least that's how it was for me in DOC1. Every student at Thurgood Marshall College knows what a killer DOC is. We're forced to buy a $100 reader that's full of stories that make us all more racist and discriminatory than we were before entering college because they point out all the little things that we normally wouldn't think/care about. Knowing me, I didn't touch the reader unless I had to use it as a reference, such as when I had to write a paper about either body image or feminism that was worth 25% of my grade. It was probably not a very good idea for me to do the assignment the day before it was due, but I somehow managed to crank out about 8 pages of BS in a few hours. For the final, I looked over the material for only a few hours before I gave up and rendered studying utterly useless. To my surprise, my TA thought that I had written a very good paper, and she ended up giving me an A- for the course. My grade almost made me feel sorry for those who worked their butts off and actually studied... only to receive a B. Boo hoo. Life's unfair.

Buying a Nintendo DS
Who the hell buys a DS right before finals? Well, me, of course--I had to find a way to cure my boredom in UCSD's socially dead environment. After I brought the DS back to my room, my roommate and I had an tetris marathon full of intense competition. Not to brag or anything, but I totally pwned her ass. I love myself.

Burning of DOC1 Readers
On Facebook. someone made a group titled "I'm going to light my DOC Reader on fire at the end of the quarter." which basically invited all DOC students to burn their readers at Blacks Beach after winter break. After my DOC1 final last Wednesday, I saw some boys burning their readers and letting out cries of happiness. I vicariously shared their joy. I'm still debating whether or not I want to "burn what I didn't learn."

Finals
Finals Week is the week many people get high. One morning, I went outside the the air smelled heavily of weed. People at UCSD are particularly stranger than usual during Finals Week because they are either so high that they don't know what they're doing or they are so caught up in studying that they sometimes forget their daily rituals, i.e. they don't shower. During Finals Weeks, the Center for Library & Instructional Computing Services (CLICS) is opened 24/7, so some people make CLICS their home for the week. So imagine, hundreds of dirty people cramped in a library; it's body odor galore... yum! Of course, that's only a rumor that someone told me. I never actually went to check it out to see whether or not the myth was true because if it was, I probably would've dropped dead upon entering the facility. During Finals Week, people are also unusually aggressive. When I was at Geisel Library, there was a line just to get onto the elevator, and once the elevator doors opened, people pushed and shoved their way to the front. If only I could count the number of times I got titty-slapped and body-slammed.

Possible Bomb Threat at School

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 21:58:47 GMT

Late this morning, there was a suspicious package found in the Leichtag Family Foundation Biomedical Research Building at the UCSD School of Medicine. The School of Medicine is a completely different world than the rest of UCSD, so I didn't hear anything of it until 3:00 p.m. when I was sitting in class falling asleep while the professor rambled on and on about one of his life stories. Apparently, the school's Animal Sciences Department had been receiving threats from the Animal Liberation Front over accusations about animal experimentation. "According to a UCSD employee, the ALF claimed that a very large bomb would be placed on campus" (KUSI). When I first heard the news, I thought to myself, "Wow, what a great first year of college: fires and bomb threats." I must've brought all this bad luck with me when I moved down to La Jolla.

Turns out, the FBI later determined that the package was fake, so I guess that's the end of that. Boo hoo.

Thanksgiving

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 22:02:13 GMT

Happy Thanksgiving. First and foremost, I'd just like to say that I am alive and well. The San Diego fires did not consume me (obviously), but I am getting buried alive (not really) by homework. Since Thanksgiving comes only once a year, I thought I'd put all my thanks out there to show everyone what a grateful, thoughtful, and caring person I actually am. (Hope none of you choked on that piece of pie you stole from your mother after reading the last sentence.)

My parents for getting the great idea to conceive me. If not for them, this world would be a place devoid of any life, color, and energy. Of course, they didn't know what they were getting themselves into. They had to deal with me slipping and falling off the bathroom counter, cutting my sister's hair when she was sleeping, drawing on my brother's face while he was sleeping, and throwing lemons at the neighbor's stupid dog. I wasn't a bad kid, but I guess I can say that I didn't exactly turn out the way my parents wanted me to.

My friends because nobody can listen to my fanatic raves about any given subject better than they can and provide me with feedback or vents of their own. No one else can compare to the level of competition they provide when it comes to mahjong. There are no other people I'd rather raise hell with in my room on the night before some big day. To put it in simple terms, my friends rock harder than your friends ever will.

That one suitemate/friend who has made me afraid to go back to my room at the end of the day. Thanks to her and her "in one ear and out the other" mentality, I can't count on having any privacy. I also can't count on any of my food to be uneaten or anything in my room to be untouched because she always finds a way in. Need I say more? A number of you have heard me ranting about her and her ridiculously annoying ways. We've all had one of these. This person is that one person you just can't pull out of your hair no matter how hard you yank and tug.

My professors (some) for helping me ensure a good fifty-minute nap on those days when I've lacked a good night's sleep. Of course, I do wake up in a jolt when I hear them angrily sputter the occasional "shit" or "fuck" because I'm afraid that they're directing that towards me for being the greatest student ever. While we're on the subject of professors, I'd like to make a public service announcement: please stop googling things like "jason rosenberg ucsd," "jason rosenberg ucsd mus15," "ucsd mus15 the beatles" and clicking on my xanga, whoever you are. I know you're trying to find nude pictures or personal information, but I can assure you that you won't find them here.

Other things I am thankful for:
- Facebook for being such a great distraction from everything. The "Graffiti Wall" is just too fun to draw on. Sometimes I forget to eat, sleep, breathe, and everything else in between... not.
- Television because if not for stupid and trashy but surprisingly addicting shows, I would actually go to sleep.
- Caller ID so that when the phone rings, I can actually see who is calling before I decided whether or not to reject the call.

Now, I must go get my grub on and stuff my face with tons of food minus turkey because turkey is gross (just like yo momma!). Happy Thanksgiving, all.

San Diego Fires Update

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 03:32:18 GMT

Due to the poor air quality caused by the wildfires in San Diego County, classes at UCSD have been canceled for the rest of the week. All schools in the county have been shut down as well. Upon receiving the news, many people felt that it was best to leave campus, myself included. Although most people left to get away from the fire, I left to get away from some people who were beginning to get on my nerves. I don't think I could have spent another twenty-four hours in my suite like a quarantined beast because I really wanted to strangle some people last night. Now I'm back in Los Angeles with its stupid hot weather and smog, but at least I'm not inhaling ash, smoke, and dust anymore.

Yesteday, a lot of people were evacuated, especially those near Poway and Ramona, to Qualcomm Stadium. As of now, there are approximately 10,000 people displaced there. The burn unit at the UCSD Medical Center became overflowed with fire patients. Last night, it got to the point where Mira Mesa, which is about eight miles away from campus, got evacuated. A lot of people started freaking out and contemplating whether or not to leave. There was a rumor floating around that those at Earl Warren College had to pack their bags because they were going to be evaculated, but it turned out to be a falsehood. Then later on, some people at Thurgood Marshall College mistakened some lit buildings for fire and ran around telling everybody that the fire was coming to kill us. I swear that these wildfires have messed up people's brains and turned them all into retards. I guess it doesn't help that my school is right in the middle of two big fires. Supposedly they're moving more towards the coast, which means I'll be screwed if it does. The last time I checked, one end of the Witch Creek Fire was roughly ten miles northeast of campus; last night, it was about twenty miles away. The fire has burned up to 200,000 acres, and it's been one percent contained. The Harris Fire was about eighteen miles southeast away. It's burned about 72,000 acres, and it's been ten percent contained.

I think it's funny how three days before the wildfires began, there was a campus-wide fire drill. Maybe UCSD personnel is responsible for all the fires.