On our recent trip to Davis, I remember Rich saying something along the lines of "if I had gone to UC Davis, I would have a 4.0". Now to put this into context, he wasn't dissing Davis as an academic institution, more as a place in general (Rich does not like Davis).
Needless to say, we agreed it was a pretty boring place. And to go back to what Rich said, what he was getting at is how little there was to do. Now having lived in Diamond Bar for the better part of this month, I can honestly say the same about DB.
For the past 4 weeks, I've lived in quiet desperation in a room where the lights don't even turn on (really, they just don't turn on). And by desperation, I don't mean the kind that keeps you worrying about what you'll do about that last final or paper. This is a different kind of desperation altogether. This is the kind of desperation that has you wondering when you'll see another human being again.
If you don't buy it, let me tell you what I resorted to once reading, writing, internet surfing, and TV exhausted themselves. For the past 5 or 6 years, I've kept a small-sized notebook in which I would write every single word that I didn't know the definition of. Whenever I'd hit a word I didn't know, I'd write the word and however many definitions it had in this notebook. Sometimes I'd just want to know the OED definition of a word I already knew just to have it. It was exhausting and time-consuming, but I did it nonetheless. I just needed to.
So you're probably wondering why I'm telling you this. Well, going back to how boring DB is, I've resorted to copying this notebook into an excel spreadsheet. Word by word. Definition by definition. This is my desperation.
On another note, Steatopygia is by far the funniest word I've come across so far. What could I possibly have been reading?
7 comments:
i thought you were in berkeley for summer school. guess not. anyway, just don't let it get to the found-claw-marks-on-the-inside-of-the-door-when-they-exhumed-your-body-from-the-above-ground-grave-that-is-your-room kind of desperation.
joann
p.s. i told gina this too, but there's a pool in my backyard that god knows i'm not using, so feel free to let yourself in through the side gate anytime. kinda joking, but kinda serious too.
omg diamond bar is the most fun place in the world!
wow, and you said you didn't want to come back to berkeley. ahahahahah you sound like you've been living in a cave.
no more emo sam now that youre back
For the longest time, I thought DB stood for Da Bomb..
send that excel sheet over. i'll publish it after you go insane.
why don't you move into my room-- where the lights, inexplicably, DO turn on despite no one living there.
you won't see anybody in there either though; sorry. unless you count the monster crap pile danny has accumulated on my desk a "body."
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