inside the wonderful world of vee

i’m listening to… nothing.
i’m feeling… odd.

1:49 am — today was probably one of the oddest days that i’ve had in a long ass freaking time. okay, so i woke up, and had my brother take me to the bart station (which is like a above-ground-subway thing) so i could pick up my car because my dad drives it to the bart station in the morning. unfortunately, i grabbed the wrong set of keys and had to wait almost a half hour for him to return and give me his keys -__-; what a n00b i am.

anyway, so i picked up claire and we went to berkeley to sherry’s place, and then sherry drove me, claire, herself, and jeanette up to union square in sf. we picked a spot across the street from old navy and sat down… in the little doorway between gap and anthropologie i think. actually, i’m too lazy to finish this right now, so i’ll finish it tomorrow.

(four days later, i have decided to finally finishing updating this):
so, on our excursion in the middle of the street, we met many an interesting person. here are some statistics, cause i’m a sociology geek.

[ TOTAL RESPONSES ]
48: HALF RESPONSE (WAVE, SMILE, “HI”)
35: NEGATIVE RESPONSES (IGNORED, LOOKED AWAY)
26: POSITIVE RESPONSES (CONVERSED WITH US)
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[ HALF RESPONSES ]
01: ASIAN MALES
02: ASIAN FEMALES
03: WINKS
03: PHOTOGRAPHS TAKEN OF US
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[ POSITIVE RESPONSES ]
01: HOMELESS BLACK MALES
02: HOMELESS WHITE MALES
02: BLACK FEMALES
06: BLACK MALES
07: WHITE FEMALES
09: WHITE MALES

i actually wish i could have categorized them better, but because they were done in the spur of the moment, they were very inaccurate and hurried. responses only include people who we actually made an attempt to greet.

[ CONCLUSIONS ]
- asian people are mean.

the first two people we got were homeless people and jeanette and claire were scared to death of them. one homeless white guy pulled up his shirt to reveal his stomach and he had all these needle marks and stuff… or something… that’s what everyone else said anyway; i had no idea what it was ;( i thought he was sick ;X

so then this black guy comes along… who ended up sticking next to us the whole time we were there. the first second he saw us he gave us job descriptions… i was public relations (because i had the sign), sherry was sargeant in arms (who was in charge of security), jeanette was the leader, and claire was security. he then pronounced himself to be the ceo of our newfound company and i made him a little sign that said “ceo” which he displayed on the rim of his hat ^__^ he sang a little song for us too… which he later sang for another girl. i don’t remember much of it, but i remember lines from it that said stuff like “you smell so sweet; you could be perfume” and “you make me so rich; you could be cash”. lol. he didn’t sing bad though. while he was singing, he was saying how he was “on stage” because it was a black man singing to four asian girls… and then he kept saying how people must be thinking “why is this black man talking to four asian girls”? he talked about how him and his wife were separated because he had a ‘temper problem’… O__o; and how he worked for the government for like eleven years or something. it was neat.

next along we had this guy who worked at puma who became our buddy… he was on his lunch break and he went to go get chinese food and on the way there he started talking to us and saying that it would be easy for four attractive asian girls sitting on the side of street to get people to talk to them. so he went, got his food, came back, talked to us a little, went to eat his food, and came back again later… and he was trying to get jeanette’s number to find out about clubs and crap… supposedly, but yeah, that didn’t work. oh for a while we were saying no girls would talk to us and so he was holding up our neon sign and trying to get girls to talk to us, but that didn’t work =(

then a well-dressed black man came up and he told us he was a tapdancer, and we convinced him to do a little tapdance for us. he started talking to the other people about how some girl was sueing him and how messed up it was, but i wasn’t paying attention because i was listening to these two other people talk =(

i wasn’t listening partly because i was listening to this little brat who thought we were hella weird for sitting there and he told me that, basically. and then he was like “okay, so people are just supposed to talk to you about anything?” and i said yeah, and he was like “then do you know anything about carpet-munching?” i’m like “omg, okay, i can’t help you out there, sorry. ask one of these guys.” and then he got all pissy and was like “you should change your sign to ‘talk to me, but i won’t be able to help you with anything’.” i mean, stfu you little brat! how would i know anything about CARPET-MUNCHING! i mean really!

a gay-but-not-so-gay homeless guy also showed up asking us if we wanted some beer, heh. he had a bunch of food he got from some funeral and he was going to give it to his friends because he had been “blessed” with the food. i thought that was cute, but then he got all weird… ;X he asked us all, “so, who here has gotten an orgasm?” and he guessed that i might have, claire hasn’t, and that sherry and jeanette have. haha. then he was asking me, “have you ever dated a homeless man?” and i said “no”, and then he said, “do you want to?” and i thought he said something else, so i said, “yes” and he’s like “really? then give me your number and address.” and i’m like “oh uhhh i think you’re a little too old for me… yeah.” haha. but yes… i concluded a couple days ago that’s what i need… a gay guy who doesn’t know he’s gay (he was soooooooo gay). i started ignoring him because he kept saying how i had a nice smile and nice eyes, so i just talked to our black ceo… and then i guess everyone else said he said something about how he had to leave because he couldn’t continue sitting there and not being able to do anything about his [boner]… and i guess he got up and left with a BONER. blech. queer eye for a straight man.

we also got like two groups of two middle-aged white, female teachers… they were all very nice and thought we had a terrific idea.

two other white female students appeared and took pictures of us for us… and they were really nice… they were doing surveys or something. *shrug.

but yeah… asian people are REALLY mean. we passed SO many and only three even acknowledged us at ALL… and two of the people who did acknowledge us were fobs, which gives the others no excuses. two others took pictures of us but didn’t say a word to us… stupid tourists. xP

later that night we just got some boba in berkeley at sweetheart’s… and met up with richard and dottie and co… and so me and claire decided to go back to room with a cue and play pool to end the day. voila.