| 16 April 2002 11:21 pm Tuesday Beautiful day today. Beautiful past few days actually. I've been rocking out the tank tops and even skirts! I love how Ithaca's weather goes from the 50s to the 80s in the course of a week. Spring doesn't exist! It was so nice I went out onto the balcony today to study. I had my notes, a blanket, a glass of water, a fan, sunglasses (which I later ended up sitting on and breaking!), and a good cd playing in the radio. But I actually ended up falling asleep out there! Luckily it was late afternoon and the sun wasn't strong enough to burn me. I just hope this weather keeps up for graduation, which is only 32 days away. I had an outstanding weekend. It started with birthdays: Laura's on Thursday and Rachel's on Friday. I hit up Moonshadows both birthday eves, and as always, had an outstanding time both nights. Friday night was Rachel's birthday party where I got to see lots of pals I haven't seen in a while, plus a few hotties I'd like to see again. The bizarre thing about that night, minus the parade of naked people, was someone trying to set me up with his friend. I think the phrases used were: "You and him are both really good people who just don't know how to market yourselves... let's put the two good people together..." Um, no. Flattering, though. I really had a lot of fun. I went to Cornell on Saturday for a karate tournament/demonstration. I only intended to stay for our demonstration, but Erin and I were quite interested in seeing the black belts fight, so we stuck around till the very end. It was great because we had this running commentary on all the guys, giving them appropriate nicknames. AND we know how to pick winners because the guys we kept our eyes on (Angel, Bandana Boy, Little, Halfsie) were the top ranked at everything that day. That evening I went to an IC After Dark program (Murder Mystery). I saw my volleyball hottie and had free pizza. I even guessed the killer correctly, AND won a Scorpion King tshirt, poster and cup. Pretty cool, huh. Sunday was the No Doubt concert at Cornell. I went with Billie, Josh, Erin, and Naomi, but ran into Kip and his friends there. We were all pretty close to the front. My crew got out of the crowd pretty early (Erin and Naomi aren't built for crowds - they passed out and had to get away from the masses) while I stayed up front. Actually Naomi stayed with me for a bit, but we got split up, she flipped out, but she got out about 3 songs in. Lucky for me Kip and his friends were there because once Gwen got on stage the crowd went wild. It's no wonder since she is simply phenomenal on stage. She has such major presence. She's energetic and gorgeous AND sounds great live! They played a good mix of the old and new, kept us singing and jumping and wanting more. I was so impressed with the whole band. I forgot how crazy it can get at concerts, though. The waves of people threw me off balance a bunch of times, knocking me to the ground at least 3 or 4 times. The first time I went down, though, I was the only one. I couldn't get balance because people kept shoving into me, and the thought of being trampled crossed my mind, but not for long. I looked up to see people with their arms out and pushing the crowd back, and some random guy's arm come in to pull me out. For the rest of the night Kip and his friend, Ryan (Mike was too far away) kept their eyes on me. Actually this freaking hot half-asian guy was watching out for me and his girl, also. But Kip never left me, which I wholly appreciate. There is something entirely reassuring about knowing someone is watching out for me. It warmed my heard hearing Kip tell me that he was behind me, Ryan tell me that he kept turning around to make sure I was okay, and Mike telling me that he was really worried that first time I went down. I'd just the latter two that night. I'm a tough little cookie, but there's only so much a five-foot-tall girl can do to keep from getting knocked around. I like the idea of having "protection". I like the idea that someone is actually there for me, too. Anyways, yesterday was the OMA awards reception. I am this years recipient of the Philip Vera Cruz Initiative Award. It's given to the person who increased the Asian-American profile on campus. Sounds kind of BS-y to me, especially since I generally don't have anything to do with OMA. Quite honestly I didn't even care too much about it until they told us what the awards process was. Simply put, they circulated a request for nominees around campus, evaluated who was nominated, and awarded the right person. The people who nominated me were outside the OMA office, and that in itself is the only reason I really appreciate this award. Yes, I have been active in a lot of things, but I never considered myself a significant force. Now I know that someone out there does, and I appreciate the recognition. If there was anything about college I wish I did better, it would be taking college itself seriously. I came in with no direction, no idea what I wanted to pursue. Because of that I didn't know what to do to make the most of this. But I figured it out my last year here: I should have been a Force. I should have been someone that would make a difference and be remembered for having the ambition and drive. If I'd known the value of ambition and direction my freshman year, I would be more ready to take that next step. I don't regret the things I've done (in fact I love what I've done, it's been a he1l of a good time), but I think I could have done more. Right now I don't think I fulfilled my potential, so I'm hesitant to leave without doing so. I never thought the day I'd have to grow up would come, I suppose, so I didn't look at the ride seriously enough. I should have been a force on this campus. You can bet that this is the strongest message I'll pass onto the baby brother as he starts his own ride into college. Hehe eewwww, I'm growing up! |
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