College Avenue

One side effect to a good memory is remembering the emotions tied to those memories. Over time as the memory fades so do the feelings. But with a good memory it makes this harder.

If gouging my eyes out could remove the memory it would be rather tempting especially if every time a new set would grow in. I would keep all my eyes in a jar on the coffee table. It would be better than one of those coffee table books. “You see this pair here? I took those out because I saw….”. Wait, but if I remember the event with my eyes taken out it defeats the purpose of having them removed in the first place.

One of my favorite parts of college has nothing to do with school. It was having roommates.

Initially everyone had warned against living with people you were already bff’s with because people end up not being friends afterwards. Strangers weren’t good ‘cause it be harder to find them later on if you know there was a crime committed. I found people in the middle of these two spectrums and it turned out well.

My favorite part about roommates were the conversations we’d have about whatever. Some of the best conversations happened as we drifted off to sleep. You’re not really sure what you’re saying except somebody was listening and they were probably too tired to remember what you said but it was still nice.

It's been years since college and I still keep in contact with my roommates. But we're in different places now and it's not the same as before. But I do look back with fondness.

I suddenly have a craving for ramen.

Lack of Common Sense = Monies

Two-inch LEGO gun gets 4th-grader in trouble

I love the picture. If this was made to scale, I’m sure our streets would be much safer with our officers carrying such weapons.

Growing up I remember much more destructive items my school let pass.
1. Candy cigarettes
2. Syringe lead pencils
3. Beebe guns
4. Sling shots
5. Pocket knives

But there were a few things my school banned which made no sense
1. Koosh balls
2. foot balls
3. jump ropes
4. Colored chalk

I kinda get now why my generation is fat, addicted, and violent

Serial Killer Tendencies--> Monogamy

I read this article on a scientific study about what TV preferences say about a person and behold the answer to why a gal like me is still without her guy.

Fantasy and sci-fi watchers have trouble facing reality. There is room for imagination and the relationship can be fun. But because the person's grip with reality is weak they have trouble going to the next level. The relationship tends to be short-term. People who like crime dramas are ready and can be long-term.

I can't believe someone who watches drama has more dating potential than I do. So someone who likes a show like CSI makes a better partner than I who watch Fringe. This is terrible. To be in a good relationship one has to like watching people in suits solving murders committed by people but not like watching people in suits solving murders committed by science experiments.

According to this chinese zodiac dinner mat that i read during lunch I'm compatible with Sheep and Rabbits. Snakes and I conflict. You know who's a snake? ZQ. Sheep are four years older and rabbits are 8 years older. So my dating age should be 4 or 8 years. My parents are perfect matches based on their zodiac signs.

Dang, I came this close to being set up with someone 8 years older. I would think someone that age would have their life together already. Most likely he'd be working a steady job, is looking to settle down and finding the perfect gal to start a family with. Yes, that is totally my scene....

You win this round science. Long live Plutonic Day!

Dear Heroes,

I've been a fan of the show for quite some time now for better or worse.

Most of the shows I’ve watched over the years have been cancelled due to low ratings. These were often brilliant shows that weren’t given a chance to really gain momentum. I was pretty excited with season 1 of your show and felt it had some staying power. Each week I looked forward to what would happen next.

This is no longer the case. I’ve heard of the sophomore slump but it’s been almost 4 years since the first season and now it is painful to watch. Nothing has really changed with the characters. I like Sylar but despite how pretty he is the character has become more annoying than intriguing.

So I’ve compiled a list of what I think will fix the show:
1. More death and destruction. How about a smoke monster or a kooky island or a Ben Linus to stir things up?
2. Kill off the entire cast. Seriously, it’s been 4.5 seasons of the same thing.
3. Stop bringing back Sylar from the dead.
4. Stop pairing Sylar with the blond petite daughters of the men he’s killed and/or are almost related to.
5. Give Peter a haircut.
6. Bring back Brian Fueller.
7. Plots should make sense and be complete. If Hiro went back in time and told Sylar what was going to happen why would Sylar not change any of his behaviors these past seasons and yet is now troubled by what Hiro told him? What happened to the gal Peter met in Ireland?
8. No more 2 minute recaps and additional recaps during the show. We don’t all suffer from ADD.
9. Bring back Elle Bishop. I know bringing her back would mess with point number 7 but what’s one more inaccurate thing going to do?
10. Have the Haitian wipe away all the seasons that came after 1.

I’m not a writer and I have no idea what it takes to produce a show but I know when a show is bad. I don’t have to watch but I choose to because it's not too late to regain some of that past glory. You saved the cheerleader in season 1. It’s now time to save the show or at least go out in a huge nuclear explosion to put me out of my misery.

Thank you for your time.

P.S. Please stop messing up Zachary Quinto’s face. That's just wrong.

Bye Bye Birdie

Alexander died today.

My sister called me at work to tell me that. I started to giggle at first because I didn't recognize her voice (She's battling a sore throat and is currently losing). I thought maybe he was buried in the back yard but my dad took him to skyline because Alexander always valued higher education (or he was worried my sisters would insist and handling the corpse to make sure he was gone).

I think he came to the family my sophomore year of college. I was surprised at first because we had loss our previous bird a month before. I didn't feel like raising another one. One summer Alexander stayed in Berkeley with me since my family went to Lake Tahoe. He liked watching tv with me and didn't mind me eating toast and ramen at 3:00am. He liked warm days because I'd leave him on the balcony and he'd watch the squirrels run by.

I told him about my break-up and he was supportive. He jumped from his perch and loudly chirped at me. (I realized later he was trying to signal me to feed him).

He liked playing peek-a-boo. He would do this side shuffle thing whenever any of us were on the exercise bicycle.

He'd imitate the sound of the sliding screen door and the telephone. He could say his name and "i love you." He would often put the two together and say "Alexander, I love you".

Over the years I've had to console a number of customers when their pets pass away. I would say that it wouldn't want them to be sad. It was fortunate enough to have a home and to pass away with owners who cared for it.

I just didn't expect him to go so soon.