Fragmented thoughts at 2 am

I'm rolling into the finish line of my undergraduate degree. Exactly two weeks from tomorrow at 10 am I will be done with school having accomplished a biology degree at the University of Oregon, so one cannot blame me for my erratic sleep patterns, my difficulty focusing on school, and my present blogging moment.
I finally set up my desktop computer today because my life was nearly without music and that has been greatly disturbing me for awhile. So for a couple hours now I have i-tunes set to shuffle and it feels great. I thought I'd scribble a few notes down before bed because sometimes it can be therapeutic and help me get to bed. I like to write sometimes because it reminds me that I am human; I remember riding in the passenger seat of my friend Simon Kwan's rice-burner Honda while we were driving all over the Bay area... night had approached and he was telling me about his internship where at the end of everyday he feels less of a person after a day of mind-numbing busywork. Writing keeps me from that feeling sometimes. I remember the car ride well, as it was a very happy moment for me. Simon is a friend I really value, absolutely one-of-a-kind.
That's not what I wanted to go into though... there were a few other unrelated thoughts. I may as well just throw them out there and let the audience organize them.
Often times as I lay in bed at night, trying desperately to fall asleep with no luck in sight, I carry on imaginary phone conversations with my dad in Chinese. I guess it is a good way of practicing my Chinese nowadays.
I want to star in a horror movie, preferably a nice, stylish one but any horror film would surely be fun to participate in.
I have few friends in Oregon anymore and I really don't care. Most of the people I have met here I got bored of really quickly. I know exactly what I look for in people, but I don't know how to define it. My friends are as follows: The Architect, The Historian, The Anthropologist, and The Economist/Biologist. One of them is my roommate. Two of them are my coworkers in the organic chemistry lab; one of them is Nigerian. Two of them I have dinner with almost every Wednesday evening. One of the two I have dinner with I do not meet with otherwise. One of the coworkers I do not meet with outside of work.
Sometimes I miss my bed in Nanjing. I liked sleeping in on the weekends with the curtains pulled shut, it cast the room in a nice light conducive to rest and incubation. I also miss the hardness of the bed contrasted with the softness of the comforter.
When I was in Thailand I hitched a ride with a tuk-tuk driver who told me he would take me to all these wonderful temples as long as I go to a tailor shop first, all for a low low price. I agreed and jumped on and he zipped through horrific traffic to a tailor shop, stopped, forced me inside where I was shuffled into a back room and brought face-to-face with a Burmese man where we had a private chat. He asked me where I was from and why I was in Thailand. I told him about my study abroad going on in China. He mentioned he used to have Chinese friends. Then he said, "So would you like a suit?" The tuk-tuk driver was waiting for me outside in his colorful ride and then he took me to some really pretty temples. After the second I went out to meet him and he was gone. I waited for the longest time and even walked around the temple to see if I could find him. I had never paid him, but I needed to eat and get to the boxing stadium which was still a ways off. So I hailed another driver hoping karma nor the original driver would ever catch up to me for not paying. He knew I was going to the boxing stadium too.