In the tummy of the grumbling bear...

That song used to always crack me up. I remember strolling by Sather gate, and the " Cal Overtones" used to belt that out, all animated and whatnot. I wonder if they still do that?

Here is a collective of random UCB memories and items of random thought:

Kat's first image of UCB: A homeless man bathing in the Sproul Fountain. That dude was scrubbing and washing like he was in a frickin Irish Spring commercial. Ahhh, memories that last you a lifetime. I remember one time a friend didn't give this guy any spare change, so he took off his shoe and hurled it at her. That was awesome.

Upper Sproul attraction #1: Nick Starr... the Sinatra singer and sexual harasser. Dude use to sing old tunes and insert pervo comments about chick's boobs and whatnot. UCB's very own R. Kelly.

Upper Sproul attraction#2: Bible man vs. Political Clown guy vs. Yoshua man. This was tiiite! A three way verbal fight that almost turned into a fist fight, that I missed cuz I had to go to class! Dammit. A fight between a Christian, an atheist, and a Jewish man. Only at Cal I tell you, only at Cal.

Most F%cked up building: Dwinhell Hall... err, Dwinelle Hall. Place is like frickin Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Doors that lead to know where, skipped room numbers, argggg. Someone must have dropped acid when they made that place.

Cal legend: "I agree with Paul." The orange t-shirts. The groups sitting on Upper Sproul waiting for him to arrive. Messages from Paul in the Daily Cal. For a semester, he had Cal on lock. Who knew he would wind up being a 20 something Haas student leading the flock. Hrmmmm.

Most fun time of the year: Tutoring during Summer Session. This was the best! Get to work with some good friends and talk to some really brilliant people, while doing something that I loved. It used to be hella funny gripin with my twin Cin-yee about students that were asking for "7 much"... (i.e. Show me how to write my thesis statement. Show me how to make the transitions better, yadda yadda yadda). Basically, they were trying to con us into writing the papers for them. Cin-yee's silent response: "How 'bout I show you the back of my hand, biotch?!?!" Nice one girl.

Most calming place to walk: Strawberry Creek. Especially after the rain, when all the water is flowing really heavy, and the air smells all clean. I'd just stand on the bridge between Dwinelle and the SLC, and close my eyes and just listening to the water rush by. You have no idea how calming that was, especially after an O Chem midterm.

Best view: Campanile. I remember I took my 7 year old cousin up there at noon. That was hella funny! I know, I'm mean... heehee.

Best chill spot: The SLC (Student Learning Center) Bomb ass counselors. Hella tables to just kick it. I miss that place.

Nicest time of the year: Fall. To see all the leaves turn. Feel the cold air brush against your face as you move along to class. And the sun peeking from behind the cloudy skies. Such a nice mental picture I will keep always.

Best study spot: BSP (Biology Scholars Program) resource room. Dry erase board filled with nomenclature. Soft couch that you had to get in there early to get dibs on. Nice.

Cal critters: SQUIRRELS!!! There are hell of these bad boys everywhere. Running all over the place. Fighting, eating, and once I saw a pair straight humpin (I was in a boring lecture, so any entertainment was good).

Cal sounds: Cal band practicing at Goldman field at 5pm. My cuzzo Melanie was in the band for four years, playing the clarinet. In practice last week, she was doing the Cal high-step. Too bad I never had the chance to see her play.

I'll think of more good, bad, and interesting items later. Holler at me if you have any additions.

Full moon...

Typical Kat... I have a quite a few assignments due this week in class. But instead of focusing, what do I do? Watch "Jumped the Shark" episodes of "Who's the Boss", hope that folks pop up on AIM and Yahoo! for a chat, and blog. I'm happy to have such discipline.
Ahhhhh, this week has gone by so fast. I didn't realize how long it has been since I wrote last. So many things to jot down, so I hope I don't miss anything.

High school High revisited:
In class last Monday, our teacher drew the "What the feezy" picture to diagram a example of gerrymandering that happened in Marin. As he was drawing it, it just became too hard to hold a straight face. For one, I had worked all day long, now I'm sitting in class for three hours, so any form of laughter had my interest. And point two, the others were in consensus with me... the diagram ended up looking like a frickin' uterus! What the hell?!?! There are two things that I hope: that the teach didn't mean to draw the diagram like that, and that the real gerrymandering design didn't look that way. Either way, gave me a good laugh.

On Thursday, I took one of my dogs for a walk around my neighborhood. TK was right, this place is Mr. Rogers' neighborhood! Dayum. At first, Zeda was all hyper because it has been ages since we ventured around the 'hood, but after a while she calmed down. She's still hella strong though... she actually had me running a few times... haha. I need to take her for a walk more often. I should practice at being a better mommie.

Speaking of mommie-dom, a co-worker was talking about the changes that women go through during pregnancy. She mentioned that your feet swell up to twice their size , and how her sister had to give away just about all of her shoes because she couldn't wear them anymore. Dayum! She also mentioned that women often lose teeth because the baby is absorbing a lot of the calcium from the mom. Double Dayum! Hrmmmm... note to self... invest in ear plugs to tone down all that clock ticking.

Yay! My cuzzo Melanie is back!!! She is gonna start dancing with the crew and I'm getting hella motivated again. This past Saturday we spent a few hours coming up with some steps for a routine. That was dope. Afterwards, we went to Berk where Tash treated us to lunch. It was nice to get away from stuff for change and laugh for a bit. Thanks ladies, I needed that.

Next, we went to Zebra where "I made" Melanie get her navel pierced. I got a new tummy ring in the process also. We both showed my mom our new accessories, and her response: I don't know why y'all wanna poke holes in yourselves. Hrmmmm... I wonder how I will react when my kids do something like this? Scary thoughts.

I miss walking around Cal in the Fall. I'll write more on UCB memories later.

OK, I've rambled enough. I just successfully spent over half an hour coming up with this stuff. I so could have devoted this to my assignments. *Sigh* Well, I guess this was just my special way of clearing my head. Or just an easy way to postpone the inevitable. I think more so of the latter.
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What the feezy???