i say pretty a lot. like i'm pretty good at saying 'pretty'. stop saying 'pretty'. be assertive.

hurray
Spring break is here! Just had my last class. One week of no school. Actually, I don't quite care. It's definitely not like JC times when I'd wait anxiously for class to end. But anyway, I'm going to Camden, New Jersey for spring break for a service trip. I'll be doing comm service stuff like help repair the house, help in a soup kitchen, and do some peer tutoring.
Camden is one of America's poorest cities. I don't know if I'll get back alive. But we were supposed to read a thick stack of materials before going on the trip. I read one. Alright I read half of one. But that was depressing enough. The article was about how everybody thinks that segregation doesn't exist in America anymore but yet, 98% of the kids in the Camden high school are black. They are provided horrendously little in school, theirs labs are inadequately stocked, they survive on hand-me-down textbooks from a neighboring affluent 'white' high school, and their tax rates are especially high. I think it will be an experience. We'll be going to a Mexican restaurant tonight for the members of the team to bond before we head out tomorrow. And I'm the team treasurer. *pilfer* *pilfer*
i like messiah and yet i don't like messiah. i like it because we have pretty good facilities, we have a bunch of pretty good profs, and we have a pretty good environment. i don't like messiah because almost everyone here is so f*cking narrowminded and hypocritical and they rarely think for themselves and if they do, they only think ABOUT themselves. next semester, i'm going to philly and disassociate myself from these arrogant pricks. i don't even know if i want to call myself a christian anymore. it's embarassing what christians are doing in the name of 'religion'.
on a lighter note, i got my worst fricking grade ever at messiah. okay not that light a note. f*ck. okay, i got an 83 1/2 and in jc, i would have bought everyone a round of lime juice or something. but it's messiah! and that's a B. i hate environmental science.
before i forget, i was in my friend's movie. doug, who lives next door to me, is a film major and for his class he had to film a chase sequence. he gets this super idea of a samurai assassin for his movie and guess who has an asian face and can't speak with an american accent and is approachable. so i spent a considerable amount of time (try >10 hours) doing insane things like look serious, run through the woods, run through the corn field, wear a plastic-ky raincoat from salvation army, and hold a katana while i'm at it. it was horrible i think. i hate acting. might as well have had a piece of cardboard instead. it would have been more emotional.
okay la, that's about it la. dunno what to say already.