i HATE work.  well, not really the work itself...just the people i WORK with.  i wish i could just take my work home and do it with no one around but my CUTE CUTE hamsters. 

i especially hate my she-boss....and the she-lab manager.  I will never again work for women.  women are biznatches (except for me...cuz i'm a SPECIAL woman).  only non-special women are biznatches.  but anyway...i hate them i hate them i hate them.

just ONE more week til my replacement for the she-boss gets here.  then i can go back to focussing all my attention on the work for my he-boss. 

my he-boss is nice.  he got me published.  he does interpretive dance (no he's not gay, he's married with kids).  he told me he did plenty of things when he was young, but NOT ecstasy.  then he asked me if i did ecstasy.  he asks me where i go hip hop clubbing.  he takes his family to DANCE camp every summer.  then he takes them white water rafting in colorado for a week.  and he is SMART.  one of the smartest people i know! smarter than that my idiot she-boss.  oh and he drinks at least two pitchers of beer at our annual lab bbq.  he always buys at least one pitcher for people that work for him.  and since we can't drink nearly as much as he can, he polishes it off for us.  he's cool.  SHE is NOT

i guess today is "get your mcat scores" day.  cuz everyone in my lab who took the latest one has been screaming all morning. apparently, no one got below a 39 (out of 45) .  they're all comparing which section they got the perfect score in....cuz all of them got a perfect score in at least one section. FREAKIN NERDS.  Well...at least they don't dance well! HAHAHAHAHA!! i can't beat them in a freak contest ANYDAY.

OH, speaking of which i realized that Freak University can not be a REAL university without a school song.  What is a commencement without the singing of the school song.  So as founder of FU, I have selected the Freak University song.  I don't have time to make one up, so i'm going to steal it.  So the FU song is.....(drumroll).....the chorus from Benzino's Rock the Party.

We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, FREAK SOMEBODY
Then leave the party to the after party, y'all.....OOH!

as requested by jen hsu, here is a picture of my VERY VERY CUTE hamster with his "hamster" friend next to him.  SOOOOOOOO cute!

ok...what exactly is a "carriage house"? i saw an ad for an apt in BAWston and it's described as a carriage house.  It sounds rather nice, and I'd get my own bathroom...but something about the "carriage house" part throws me off.  Is it basically a remnant of a servant house from way back in the day when rich white guys lived in mansions and had their servants live ON the property, but not in the mansion?

oh, and the house is on University Street and Gardner road in Brookline.   see map good area? bad area?  For those of you who have lived in BAWston, or are familiar with the city...lemme know!!!

ok...yet another whoooosh moment for me during lunch.  i like to eat with my usual crew of yellow skinned girls...because the white girls are ignorant and STUPID, as I have blogged plenty of times about.  but for some reason, today, we were ALL in the conference room eating lunch together.  And we have a bunch of new people in the lab, so they were asking questions about the rest of us...e.g. where we were going...where we are applying to schools...etc. 

So New Girl (NG) asks Fugly White Girl Sometimes a Biznatch (FWGSAB) where she's going next year.  and WGSAB replies "I'm going to Temple" (as in Temple University for med school).   Then Fugly Fat White Girl ALWAYS a BIZNATCH (FFWGAAB) starts cracking up.  And I (Cute Petite Yellow Girl Never a Biznatch) am sitting there wondering what the heck is so funny.  Apparently no one gets it...so finally FWGSAB asks FFWGAAB why she's laughing.

FFWGAAB said the way FWGSAB replied made it seem like she was going to a city (I guess cuz she didn't say Temple UNIVERSITY).  And then FFWGAAB starts making similar sentences.  "I'm going to BROOKLYN....I'm going to MANHATTAN".  And then FWGSAB starts cracking up too, "oh, that's funny".  And I'm still sitting there like ????  And FWGSAB starts making OTHER similar sentences, "oh, I'm going to English Med School (cuz FFWGAAB was an english major)" "I'm going to FREE-LANCE med school".

By this time, both FFWGAAB and FWGSAB are laughing HYSTERICALLY...and other people in the room were chuckling...i think out of politeness.  I did NOT laugh...or crack a smile, but i DID visibly roll my eyes.  How do these people's brains work? How are those comments funny?  They're going to be our future physicians?!  "oh, you're dying" HAHAHAHAHA..."oh, you have cancer" HAHAHAHAHAHA. "oh, I'm an ignorant ejit with a stick up my butthole...oh and I'm corny too" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Someone shoot me....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

On a side note...does anyone know why it's like freakin' MONSOON season in the middle of June?  Usually, I'm being asked if I'm filipina by the end of may.  Right now, there is no question that I am of the paler east asian lineages.

ok...i know i blog a LOT about my hamsters...and some people have even told me that it seems that i blog only about my hamsters.  that is SO not the case.  i haven't blogged about them in over 2 weeks.  So a hamster blog is long overdue. so today i will blog about my hamsters.

they are SOOOOO SOOOOOO cute.  The original daddy hamster lives all by himself cuz all the other boys are now non-alive.  So my sister brought home this little stuffed mouse that she got from her co-worker.  it's exactly the same size as my hamsters and it has the same stripe down its back.  So i put it in the cage with the daddy hamster to see what he  would do. 

First, he started CLEANING the other "hamster"...SOOOO cute.  Then i put the "hamster" in the corner where i know the daddy hamster sleeps.  and when i was about to go to sleep, i looked into the cage to check up on them.  the daddy hamster was sleeping all curled up with the "hamster"!!! SOOOOO cute.  the daddy hamster had one arm around the "hamster" and was resting his head on the "hamster's" body. 

So this morning, after i get up...and put on my dead sexy glasses, i go look in the cage.  The daddy hamster had moved over to his OTHER sleeping corner all the way on the other side of the tank.  And right next to him was the "hamster"!!! He had dragged the "hamster" with him all the way across the cage so he could snuggle with it!!!!  Is that not blog-worthy? it IS.

Anyhow, i have an eye infection...hence my dead sexy 100 pound glasses.  I think it's from softball practice cuz i got dirt in my eyes and i rubbed my eyes to try to get it out...and we all know what kind of happy creatures grow in the dirt.  People always say not to rub when you get stuff in your eyes.  how the heck do you get it out then? supposedly your tears are supposed to flush it out.  but that never works.  you just stand there blinking...and everytime you blink, you can feel the little booger scraping across your eye.

Happy Birfday to MEEE!!! I am now officially in my MID-TWENTIES....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I didn't even get CARDED at Lush on Friday.  The bouncer just looked and my very good friend and I and said, "go ahead, you guys look of age". WHAT?! WHAT?! EXCUSEE?  hmmmm...

but anyhow, i had a GREAT GREAT time on friday...and i did NOT get wasted at ALL! i KNOW some of you took digipics.  POST THEM!

But thanks to everyone who came out...and drank...and drank...and drank til we met $1000...and then drank some more.  Thanks to everyone who danced and did the freaky deaky and participated in our corny Soul Train roll call at the end of the night.  Thanks to my very good friend who is the BEST BEST BEST...and who looked very good all prepped out in his button down shirt...and who bought me a 20 piece chicken McNugget after we left Lush.  And most of all...thanks to everyone who stuck their face one inch from my bosom and asked, "what does that say?" or "did you make that shirt yourself?". 

So on the way home today, I passed by this hair salon near my apartment.  it said Wash and Cut $16.  So i think hmmm not bad...just the same as Chinatown w/o the trek....and i was needing a haircut anyway.  And i DO see asian haircutters in there.  So in the salon I go. I am greeted by Russian Barbie and I get my hair washed by this hispanic lady.  it was SOOO softly done...I couldn't even feel it.  But whatever...it's better than getting it done by that OLD chinese man at the next sink who keeps looking at me.  Hi daddy. 

So i ask Russian Barbie if I can get my haircut by someone who's good with asian hair.  She directs me to another hispanic lady.  i'm thinking hmm...wouldn't those two asian lady's be BETTER at cutting asian hair.  But i give this lady a chance.  I tell her that i want a trim on the bottom and to clean up the layers.  I ask her to razor cut the bottom layer so I don't end up with a blunt cut (i'm traumatized by years of bowl cuts).  She says to me, "Rrrrrrazorrrr?  i no do rrrrrazorrrr."  great.  Then she says "I have scissor."  wonderful.

So NOW...i have a blunt cut with scissor cut layers.  I mean i HAD a blunt cut with scissor cut layers.  After I got home, I got to thinking...I got a box of razors that I brought home from work by accident.  how hard can it be?  So 30 minutes later, here I am...sitting at my computer looking like Austin Powers cuz i got hair all over my chest.  and it STILL looks like a blunt cut with scissor cut layers.  I went through THREE razor blades and I did JUST like them girlie magazines said ("how to trim your own layers").  DIDN'T MAKE NO DIFFERENCE.  I even cut my thumb in the process...mucho blood :(  And I think the back is longer than the front cuz i couldn't see the back so i didn't do it!  STUPID magazines with clothes i can't afford and TIPS that don't work.

Anyhow, nobody take a picture of me tomorrow.  But i DO like to take pictures when I'm drunk...even thought i come out looking awful.  So if you buy me enough drinks, you can take a picture of Jen Wang...almost 24...wearing a blunt cut with scissor cut layers.....mebbe i wear my hair up tomorrow!

So i called u. of maryland today because the lady at the admissions office told me to call back this week.  and so i call her as per her request...and she was RUDE to me. she was like, "no status change".  but i had spoken to the dean of admissions last week (this woman just works in the admisisons office...she handles recruitment or something) and he said i moved up to #5.  And so i repeat my questions...and she's like "NO ONE MOVED...BYE!" and just hung up.  FIRST of all, YOU told me to call you, ejit.  Second of all, i KNOW i moved up at least one spot...you responded so quickly, i KNOW you didn't even bother to check...you just didn't want me to interrupt your lunch, fat ass.  I don't understand why admissions people are always so nasty.  Granted people call in a lot, but this is our FUTURES...we've got a right to be concerned...and it ain't like i gave her attitute when i asked her...i asked her very politely...ma'am and everything.  Next time, i'll just call her BIZNATCH cuz she'll be just as rude regardless of what i call her. This is making me like maryland less...the people at Mass. were always SOOO nice to me....even when i asked them to extend my deposit date because i was still considering other schools. 

anyhow...i still need to find some outside loans.  i didn't have to take out loans for college, so i have no idea where to look.  where do I look?!  I'm still considered an undergrad for my third year, so my federal loans for this year max out at a very LOW number.  so i need to find $17,000 for next year.  anyone want to donate?!