I'm giving my friend advice about how at 20, we shouldn't put ourselves through the same things we did when we were 16. Really, I'm quite a damn good hypocrite, aren't I? I got roped into taking Johan,my nephew, to the arcade yesterday. I'm really bad at arcade games, like, I suck at the Star Wars pod-racing game, and I didn't do too well on the skiing-thingy either. Johan kept asking me why I was so bad at it, and all I could say was, "I don't know! I'm not a boy!" I have one more week of classes and then I'm golden until the 3rd of November, when I start my finals. So how do we feel about Arnie as governor? Actually, I don't feel anything towards it, except I know that it'll give me and Noreen new fodder for our German-accented conversations. This guy who drove us around while I was in Kuching with Azzi's family thinks that I'm stuck-up, and apparently wonders why a fun-loving guy like Azzi is going out with a snob like me. Well, buddy, it ain't the first time someone who doesn't know a thing about me has gotten the wrong impression. Now that I think about it, it appears that whether I say something or not, my mouth is pretty good at getting me into trouble. I just feel that when I'm in a big group of people, I'm quite happy to give up my chance to talk and just listen to everyone else. It's really not an attitude thing. But I guess people are going to think what they're going to think, right? Well. Whatever. Lunchtime.