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It's my roomie's b-day today! We put up decorations on the door last night, and when she got back, random people said "Happy Birthday!" to her in the hallway. (I was in the room with the door closed, reading Bio, so didn't feel it appropriate to burst out the door) But anyway, she was so giddy about it, it made me think of my own birthday. Upon reflection, I think this year's birthday was a really happy one. Maybe my parents were like, "ah! Sushu's back!" I mean, not only did we have hotpot, but also cake! And daddy was exceptionally nice, in his gruff, bah humbug way. Despite a little pre-birthday birthday angst about desires and selfishness and practicality and real life, everything was happy on the day itself, with all angst dealt with, good food, relaxing atmosphere, friends who stopped by and friends who said 'happy b-day' ... ::warm glow just from remembering::

Just remembered that anime club's from 7-10 on the day I'm planning on making shaomai. yeesh. I'll miss parts of it, and get someone to help me.

Julius Caesar at the Shakespeare Theatre tonight!

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Why is it that I never remember happy dreams, while certain freakish dreams, I can never forget? Is this a subconsicous desire for the abnormal? Like that dream with the slugs at the foot of my bed that turned into rams and wanted to eat me, that I had in 6th grade. Or that dream a few nights ago where my bamboo got crushed and shortened. Or that dream where I'm walking through my house looking for this guy, and when I found him, it was weird b/c he'd just shaved all his hair off. I guess when I'm happy, I don't have dreams. I'm a really deep sleeper. So when I do have dreams, they're weird, agitated dreams.... And I usually don't remember them when I wake up. Usually just a jumpy feeling, but then I remember when something in RL triggers it. Like seeing that guy walking around the house. Or watering my bamboo. o_o

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crap. just got phone call from dad. Looks like I really screwed up. I kinda assumed that since these family friends are going shopping anyway, asking them to buy something that I couldn't find in Chinatown shouldn't be too big a deal. But I guess maybe they said they were going shopping, but they weren't? But at the same time, I'm not supposed to pay them back? Erg, Chinese ettiquette. So what am I supposed to do? I really want to pay them back, too. The dumplings last time was probably around $20!

Anyway, mom was really angry in the background. uh oh. Maybe I should go get some cash, to pay them back.

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wheee! back from Julius Caesar. Wow, I love our RM's. Shakepeare Theatre, 2nd row tickets, and charging us just $20? booyah. This one is set in Germany, I guess, or maybe Italy, kinda the fascist regime thing. They had this cool sky thing (4 large screens overhead, w/ images cast onto it from behind, I think.) that reflected the moode, and a second level that comes forward. Good acting, etc. Could even see at the spit as everyone spewed their valiant words of love and vengeance and angst. And Cassius was *hot*. wow. And the replacement Cascus as well. Made me happy when they spoke together.

Of course, I always get reflective when I'm sitting in a yellow schoolbus with my roommate 3 rows off talking with girl down the hall. So I was thinking about my lack of personality, or rather, my confused personality and lack of ability to express it. Sometimes I feel like a mirror or a black hole. Or when I do try, I come out too strong and start scaring people away.

okay, so during lunch, I consulted Anyu about the whole Asian social customs thing. He said it's b/c Chinese adults can't take money from children, so by asking them to buy this, they are obligated to pay for it. Ooops. Geez, why does it have to be so complicated? Welp, they invited me to New Year's dinner with them. Maybe I can go early and help cook, and also give the kid some New Year's money. Ugh, where's some mud for this little piggy to wallow in?

On the bright side, I have concocted strategy to survive the quarter. Well, at least next week.