4:43 a.m.

Things I decided tonight that I like more than other stuff:
-Bonfires. Specifically, epic bonfires.
-Meteor showers. Any excuse to be outside at night is fine by me. This just happens to be a pretty excuse.
-Hoppy beers. I don't really know what it means but John said it so I believe it.
-San Diego. The people, the environment, the nightlife. I haven't found anything bad to say about it. Mini-vacations are dank.
-Pastrami Sandwiches. Seriously... yum.
-Wedding movies!! Funny or romantic. Preferably both. I've already planned out my first two weddings... How about you?
-Pictures of good times. Lucky for me, I've got a Flickr account the size of your mom's vagina.
-Twitter. No, I wasn't paid to say that. I enjoy getting into my friends' heads at various points of their day. Thoughts that aren't important enough to text me, but still important enough to be thrown out into the internet.
-Taco Tuesdays. We've done El Torito 2 weeks in a row. Next week? I'm thinking Across The Border in Rancho. Something about 99 cent tacos and 4 dollar margaritas gets me giddy.
-Straight forward boys. I'd quote Damian from a conversation we had about this the other day but it's entirely too vulgar. Instead, I'll just leave it at: boys who aren't afraid to express their intentions are A-OK in my book.
-My Dad. I've only recently become a total and complete Daddy's girl. Single life helps put things into perspective, I guess.
-Camping in backyards. I bought a $200 tent a few years ago that has yet to be put to good/valid use.
-Sleeping. This a.m. blog is kind of going against that... but on a normal day: sleeping, napping, and napping are at the top of my LOVE list right below eating and just above pooping. I don't care if you cringed, it's the troof.
-Spontaneous trips to spontaneous places at odd hours of the night. I'm not going to put it in bold. I'm not going to explain it. Let's just do it.

In fact, let's go through the whole list. I don't care who you are, I just hired you.

I dream big.

I'm thinking this is the month that I will finally bring a gold fish into my life. Who needs boys when you have a fish that can swim through hoops and push a ball? No one. That's who.

INCOMING GOLD FISH. BRB. SRSLY.

Two things

1. I'm single and not ready to mingle. Work work school school work work. That's where my head is.

2.Car accident (again). Jordan and I got hit [by what we believe was a drunk driver] on the freeway a few nights ago. Twas a hit and run. NIGGA JUST DROVE OFF. Hospital staff said we were both fine, just muscle strains in the neck and shoulders. Still waiting on news of whether or not they found the guy. Jordan's new car is not looking so new anymore.

Moar Vegas!

From the 31st to the 2nd Ill be triple dating with Jordan, his brother, his brother's girlfriend, his Dad, and his Dad's lady friend in Vas Legas. We're staying at the Mirage (thanks Gus!) and watching LOVE (thanks Gus!) and drinking a whole lotsa bit.

Kind of insane to think that I'll have been to Vegas twice in just over a month. Or better yet, that I've been to Vegas four times within 6 months. I hope to continue this with moar epic tymes in Vas Legas throughout this year. I vow to work hard and party harder.

I think that's the key to maintaining my sanity through all of this. I work day in and day out at school and both jobs and on my days off I'm usually too tired to do anything social. By taking time out to make trips like this and go on mini-vacations, I recharge my battery for another couple of months. You'll definitely be seeing a Vegas trip in June for my 22nd. Maybe a San Francisco trip, too? Who knows. I'm stoked.

Cheeyahs.

My fish > Your fish

I'm buying a gold fish this weekend and within a few months he will be trained to do the limbo, swim through loops, and score goals with a soccer ball.

Just like Comet. Except more gangster.

WIN.

School's pretty much done and that means it's almost CRASSMAS!!


Listen to 101.1 or 99.9 on the radio for some epic Xmas tunes.

Brave new (scholarly) world.

I'm finishing my first (successful) semester in college in 5 days.

In 6 days, I get Vegas time with the beef.

The only thing standing in the way of me and 2.5 days of drunken douchebaggery is my term paper... which is already one week late. I rarely procrastinate but I think that, because this is the LAST thing (besides finals) that I have this semester, the devil on my shoulder is telling me to go Vegas dress shopping instead. Tomorrow, I'm gonna trap myself in the school library for 5 hours and finish this bad boy off. Jordan has a finals from 10:45-3:30ish so if I ride up to campus with him and leave my car at home... HUZZAH... No chance of me leaving campus. What to do? Write a paper. Duhhh. 

Unless I spend it on blogger blogging about bloggy stuff. Damn yoooou laptop sabotagerrrr!

iROQ. Go me. Woot.

OH....

And my boyfriend has a phobia of me getting fat again. Goodbye Del Taco. Hello bulimia.

Holy time, Batman.

Yesterday and today are perfect representations of my current lifestyle.

It begins tuesday morning:

10:30am - wake up

12:00-2:00pm - class

2:00pm EAT

3:00-6:00pm - class

6:00-8:00pm - work @ jumping jacks

8:00-9:30 pm - begin powerpoint presentatio

10:00-2:00am - work @ UPS

2:00-6:00am - finish powerpoint (group members barely sent their info at 2am)

6:30-7:00am - SLEEP

8:00-11:00am - Group meeting

11:00-1:00pm - library, work on term paper

3:00-5:00 - watch movie, start writing film analysis

5:30pm EAT (Epic Gus steaks.)

6:00pm-9:00pm work at Jumping Jacks

9:30pm Go home and change

10:00pm-2:00am work @ UPS

2:00am to NOW: put off finishing film analysis to blog and miss my social life/friends terribly.

It's funny... if I was my dad, I'd be proud of me. I'm working hella hours, paying my bills on time, saving up money for new tires, and getting As in all of my classes. Through all of this the only thing stressing me out is the fact that I will never be good enough for my own father. I don't think I've ever heard my dad utter the words "I'm proud of you." Instead, I get "Good. That's how it should be." But AS SOOOOOON as I mention ONE thing that I'm "struggling" with, the heavens rain down upon me and it's the end of the world. Reprimand me for the few bads that I do, ignore the HUNDREDS of goods that I do. Cool.

I'm going to sleep. I have to be at school in 5 hours to help Jordan and his group get their presentation together for friday.

Happy birthday, Daddy.

That was fast

About 30 minutes after writing my "Dear Santa" blog I walked into class in time to hear my professor say "I'm gonna give you guys an extra week to do your term paper. That'll give alot of you a little free time before finals."

Yessssss... free time. Thank you, Professor Falcioni and Santa Claus. You dudes are awesome.