Rohit's Realm - November 2002

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November 30, 2002

Sidewalk Rage

Everywhere I go, I am plagued by slow people. When I was in high school (and was able to drive), it was slow drivers, slow pedestrians, slow people everywhere. And it always seemed that whatever I was doing, and wherever I was, there was always an idiot who thought that driving 25 mph was cool right in front of me. So, I get to Berkeley, and well, I don't have a car, so I walk everywhere. And STILL I AM PLAGUED BY SLOW PEOPLE, now WALKING in front of me, in big herds, fat asses jiggling, blocking off the sidewalk and preventing me from getting where I want to go at the speed I want to go. Isn't there a right lane for fat ass, slow moving morons on sidewalks??

November 11, 2002

The Big Game Is Coming!

Two weeks until the Big Game (between Cal & Stanford). Why does this matter? Well, the Big Game also represents the end of school for me, essentially. After the Big Game is Thanksgiving (going home for the first time in 5 months), then a week of basically nothing except my hardcore practical Bio lab exam. This is followed by dead week and finals and Winter Break!! Wow, I can't wait! It's so close...almost within grasp! And yet, not at all.

November 03, 2002

Retroviral Dreams

Dude! I think I've been studying Bio too long. I now dream about scary retroviruses that are coming to attack the world. I mean seriously...retrovirii are the bastards of the microbial kingdom: they DON'T have a DNA genome, they USE the host's DNA polymerase and ribosomes to replicate themselves, they INSERT themselves into the host genome and become provirii. Not to mention that whole reverse transcriptase thing...I'm telling you—bastards.

November 07, 2002

The Body Compactor

Ever woken up with the distinct feeling that your body just went through a trash compactor? No? Well, you don't know what you're missing. Recently, I've been feeling like this almost everyday at 6:30 a.m., when I drag myself out of bed and into the shower.

November 13, 2002

Call Timeout, Dammit!

Why don't I have a remote control that will allow me to pause life for a bit, while I catch my breath and take some rest? Like seriously. I need to stop everything I'm doing and just do nothing for a while. Maybe read a book (not for school). Or maybe watch a movie (first time in seven months). Or perhaps just sit and chat on AIM without feeling like I will fail if I continue to talk. If only I lived in a Saved By The Bell world, where calling timeout really worked. I could sure as hell use one.

November 21, 2002

Pain, Suffering, and 8 A.M.

There's something magical about being awake at 6:30 a.m. in the morning. And no, I don't mean the fresh morning air, or the clear blue skies. I mean the pain, the exhaustion, the desire to sleep and not wake up (for at least a week). The hatred for everyone and everything. Really, this is a great time to be awake. And normally, I would have nothing against being awake at 6:30 a.m., because some people do that and that's their thing, and that's OK. But it was never and will never be my thing. Chance and fate and other stupid stuff like that have forced me to be awake around 6:30 a.m. almost every single day that I have been at college (excluding weekends and holidays, of course), but this by no means implies that I either enjoy or tolerate this life. I will not fall into complacency. I will fight!! In other news, my next semester schedule is almost complete (but far from finalized), and only includes two (unavoidable) 8am classes and only three techs. This schedule might completely change, but there is no plan to increase either the number of techs or the number of 8 a.m. classes. Then again, neither was there this plan last semester and look what happened. Only time will tell.

November 28, 2002

Glorious Return To Irvine!

After a week of blogging silence, I have returned from the horrendous occupation known as school, to let the Internet viewing public know about the happenings of my life. Or rather, what has pissed me off most recently. Let me update you a bit on what's been going on: I'm now at home in Irvine, after a victorious weekend going to the Big Game and then having to stay up all night finishing up my (last) CS project. After doing that, I had to head over to work and finish that up too, so much of my effort was drained into these activities, and I was unable to write (or rant). But never fear, in the past few days, I have accumulated wonderful ideas that I will be blogging soon. For a taste of what's to come, here's what my next blog will be about: Slow People On The Streets—stay tuned.