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So my internet has been shaky and I assumed something was wrong with my router as it would not recognize my LAN cable on my laptop. When I looked at my network connections information, it kept saying "network cable disconnected" making me confused as the cable was plugged in to my laptop. So I try to use my wireless, but that gives me loads of problems assigning me an IP address (many many laptops connecting wirelessly to the same router causes many problems). That fails, so I try to steal my neighbors wireless via his/her unsecured network. I try playing poker (not a good idea with unstable connections) and I disconnect repeatedly. After 30 mins of disconnectfest, I check my cable connections.

There's a blue cable that is connected to my laptop and there is a blue cable connected to the router, so it should work right?

However, to my stupidity. there are two blue cables that are connected like this

Cable 1: Computer<-------> nothing

Cable 2: Nothing<-------->router

So in otherwords, the cable was never connected properly

Oh Daniel, why do you do these things

Why Party

I guess recently I’ve been more on the “scene” with parties and what not to chill with some of my closest buddies. Some people reading this blog will react,

“Gasp, no way. Daniel is way ‘too Christian and religious” to go party and drink. He doesn’t know how to have fun”

Anyway, my reaction to parties is simply, “that’s it?” not necessarily because I’m against taking drugs and consuming large (note: I said large, not any) doses of alcohol, but because they (parties) are way blown out of proportion and nothing is different than hanging out, other than the fact there are drugs and alcohol. When did the definition of fun change to how many parties one attends? Who thought of that? Nonetheless, I took a couple shots, and had a good time, but for different reasons.

I think the appeal to parties is that it gathers people and puts people in an atmosphere where they can unwind and distress and be with their friends. How else can people chill with their friends past 11pm in the city of Cupertino? There are not many options especially if you are under 21. You can go to get some PMT, but that closes at 11pm. You can go Top Café/Denny’s or w/e but not everyone wants to eat every night like that.

I guess what irks me most is the mentality that people have if I don’t go to parties or necessarily chug 10 shots every time I go. People shrug me off as, “Oh meet the ultra-religious guy” in a very condescending tone and then these same people try to boast about how crazy they can go with taking shots. Granted, I shouldn’t take other people’s opinions or view of me highly because my identity isn’t in what people think of me.

Honestly, though how are people so superficial, that the only thing that they can say or brag about themselves is how many parties they go to or how many times they’ve taken hard drugs? There’s not much more beyond the surface when I try to dig deeper.

To sum it up, I don’t think parties are necessarily a bad thing and neither is alcohol (in moderation). I don’t automatically assume that everyone is “bad” or superficial if they go to a party. I choose not to drink alcohol because I think it tastes bad and I don’t like not having control of my body. I choose not to party all the time because I believe that fun can be made without having alcohol and drugs everywhere.

A “oops” moment

A day after the dreadful Texas-UCLA Basketball game, I was a bit sad about how the UCLA team is doing, but they’re going to mature as the year goes on I think. Anyway, I’m at work making some sinful cinnamon pretzels for a customer. As I’m adding the piles of sugar onto the pretzel, I was talking about the Lakers with my coworker and how they’ve been winning so much. I jokingly blurt out, “Do you know who’s not winning right now?” I was hoping that my coworker would blurt out “UCLA” and laugh with me, but as I asked the question, thoughts suddenly came up

The guy behind me who I’m making the pretzel for is really tall and has UCLA sports gear on. Crap, he’s over 6’6”, he’s a basketball player. Oh crap, I hope my coworker doesn’t answer the question.

Fortunately, my coworker was smart enough to realize this and said “The Clippers!” (who are like 3-15?). So I serve Drew Gordon his pretzel and he leaves.

I proceed to thank my friend for being smart. We laugh about the situation and continue on with our lives.