1. We ended up not going to volleyball today. Usually we have more than enough players; today we had a lack of players. The Cheungs went out for dinner, Jenica couldn't come, and Brian said last minute he didn't feel like playing volleyball. So it would've just been me, Alex, Pat and Kenny. They didn't sound very enthusiastic about playing today, so I guess we'll play next week. I was very angry/disappointed we didn't go today because I've been waiting for this day the whole week. I guess I'm the type of guy who wants to retaliate as soon as possible when someone insults me like the way they did last week. It makes me look bad when they see I'm not there today, and they probably think they shamed me enough into not ever showing my face in that gym again. They are wrong. I'm going to use these extra seven days to weight train so much I'll be spiking it like Tom Cruise and Anthony Edwards in Top Gun (by the way Jeff, I think Gars wants his Top Gun back someday). This feud is not over, it has just begun.

2. I was so angry I decided to drive over to Borders and be alone for awhile. My CD rack has been looking pretty sad, so I decided to pick up a new cd. Pam was raving about Jason Mraz during our John Mayer concert, and Martin said it was pretty good, so I figured I'd give it a try. The cool thing was it was on sale for only $8.99, and I do have a $35 gift certificate (I'm going to use the rest on my John Mayer cd or ER Season 1 DVD). While I was reading a sports magazine, a lady lightly bumped into my right side. Then as she was crossing she lightly bumped my left elbow. Being the shy idiot that I am, I didn't even glace to see her face, but she was wearing some...provocative clothing. She was reading a magazine from that wedding/Seventeen/YM rack. I should've at least glanced to see if she was close to my age. For all I know, she's probably some 30 year old who is just a clutz and runs into people. If I were Wayne, I'd be saying "Man, some girl at Borders was hitting on me, and basically telling me she wants me", but I'm not Wayne.

3. During mathcamp today, me, Kenny, and Garson started talking about women (I'm 18 now, should I be calling them girls or women? Hmm, who knows). Anyway, the advice Garson gave us is "Don't look." By that, I thought he meant that if you were with your girlfriend and you look at another girl passing by, that's a mistake. But he actually meant not to look for the girl, and that things will naturally happen so that you and the girl find each other. I guess that makes sense, but in a way, there must be something I can do to speed up the process. Geez.

4. Today me Kenny and Selina went to KFC/Taco Bell. When you order something, they always ask for your name and then call it out when your order is ready. I decided to be John, and Kenny decided to be Leonard. Next time we will be Lenny and Carl, or Charles and Smithers. I want to be Carl or Smithers. One day if I really have the nerve I'll tell them my name is "The Taco King." I wonder if they'd actually yell out that name when my food is ready.

5. Once math camp is over, I will have exactly 30 days before the start of my college life (college girls). I had this for a movie. Alex thought it was cool. It was in my blog archives, but for some reason, my archives aren't working now, or maybe blogger deleted them. So here is my movie idea:

Living in San Francisco is a single guy named Noah. One day he decides to visit a bar and he runs into his ex girlfriend, Emily. Emily is with her new boyfriend, Ian, a tall white Abercromie wearing guy who is rich. When Emily asks Noah if he's dating anybody, Noah doesn't want to look like a loser, so he says yes, and says her name is Kate Budweiser (he makes up the name as he looks around the bar). Ian invites Noah and this Kate Budweiser to his country club which is having its annual gala. So Noah goes home and looks in the phonebook for a Kate Budweiser, and luckily there's one in the listings. He calls this Kate Budweiser, tells her his dilemma, and Kate agrees to meet Noah. When the two see each other for the first time, it's love at first sight. They end up going to Ian's dance, and end up happily in love.

Looks like I might begin writing this script after mathcamp. Kenny and Alex have agreed to act in it if I ever do write it up. I smell an Oscar...

6. On another writing note, some woman in Alabama just won $250 for the Worst Writing Award ( http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20030717/ap_on_fe_st/worst_writing_1 ). Sounds like a lot of us should be rich if we entered this contest.