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Now that I have a blog (and those numerous xangas don’t count – those I count among my “elementary school regrets”) I’m really paranoid about what I do on other people’s blogs.

Now, it’s clear to me that the Internet knows everything.

They can see what you read! Yeah, I probably sound like an idiot. But now I have Internet ocd and I’m freaking out about the tracks I leave.

Oh gosh. I just googled myself. Or rather, this blog. Pathetic.

I hope arieldepp never googles herself, because I think I’m one of the few people that do talk about her – and it’s not always pretty.

I think that if I became famous I would google myself, at least in the beginning. It’s not a matter of being a good person, it’s plain curiousity. After a while I’d realize that googling oneself is stupid and not good for self-esteem, and stop.

But a few google confidence trips doesn’t hurt. Well, okay, maybe it does. Curiousity killed the cat, or rather, killed several Johnny Depp movies for me. Freaking spoilers.

I get the feeling this is going to be another hell week, and so on and so on.

Forgot to mention in one of my many posts today: Starbucks was going insane with the French music today. Handy, because we had our little French study group in there (after being repeatedly kicked out of many places and feeling like hobos)

And they played “Aux Champs-Elysees”! That made my day. Granted, it was the original with Joe Dessin and not the happy version avec Mika, but ask the people there with me. Did I or did I not have a creepy grin on my face for three minutes?

A bit of Borders stupidity for you: We left Borders this morning (after having rearranged the chairs and then returning to find them stealthily returned to almost the same position – you got it wrong Borders, the middle chair originally faced the other way) and went to Starbucks where Asmita and I were greeted by a cheerful cashier and her angry Asian buddy (seriously – she walked up to the counter because she thought we were giving her buddy trouble – we just took a long time to order, and my face often gives off that impression anyway). But all the balding middle-aged white men of Cerritos who mysteriously appear from our mostly Asian city to hide in the Starbucks at Towne Centre had taken the seats. So we escaped to Rubio’s after discovering that even nature hated us and had rained on every sittable surface. We stayed at Rubio’s for like, two hours, making sure to buy food so we weren’t freeloading much, but we were still met with angry faces. Although, I discovered that I eat crazy fast, like four bites and I’m done with a fish taco. (Is that normal or are Asmita, Sherman, and Alex just slow eaters?) That fish taco was supposed to give us another hour without being kicked out but since I finished it in five minutes, we left again for Borders.

Here’s the idiocy. We sat in the kid’s section and I found a fox puppet. I was being stupid with it, and trying out velintroquicy (Gahh spelling!!!) when this frumpy Border’s manployee walks by, stealthily checking us all out (and not in that way). He walks to the cart in front of us, as if to move it. But he doesn’t. Frumpy manployee leaves, taking the long way as if to check out the rest of the kid’s section. A couple of minutes later, this younger, skinnier manployee appears and tells us awkwardly that we must leave.

Where do they get all these white people to work in Towne Center? Why don’t I see them driving about or at my school???

Asmita attempts an arguement with him but it’s just awkward. And there I am, playing with the fox puppet, who I’ve given Russell’s expression from Nanalan’. The younger manployee is like, “we try to reserve the children’s area for the pause younger kids.” He pauses because he sees a loophole in his arguement. We too are children.

It was awkward. But I felt that he was trying to relate to us. Stealthy, frumpy manployee. I see how you’ve stealthily sent your young minion to tell us to go away. Because he was young, you think we will not resist.

Fine. We will not resist because we are tame Asian children. But! That doesn’t stop us from passive aggressively talking about you later on. Ah, passive aggression.

Finally we sat, using stealth of our own, in a corner on the floor. And no one goes to that corner. We were happy for half an hour until frumpy womanployee comes and tells us that we’re blocking up the aisleway. Because Bible covers are so in demand. By the way, someone needs to design a good Bible cover because no one wants to read something encased in maroon “alligator skin”.

Sigh. I’ll probably be a frumpy womanployee one day.

Speaking of which, I seriously need to go shopping.

PS. I bought a pair of leggings. World, meet pasty legs? Now no one will be granted mercy from what people in PE have been suffering.

PPS. I admire people who can be awesome without infusing cuss words into their sentences.