of course!

...i would check my grades to find an "NR" where a letter grade should be. i don't even know what that means, but my TA wrote the class an email saying something about how we shouldn't worry, it won't turn into an F, they couldn't turn in the grades on time, blah blah blah. all the while i'm thinking, 'yeah, this would happen to me.'

i leave in 2 hours and fly in 5. i haven't even started packing.

just a lil bit

pre-departure


the desert


pool part-a


the boys


READY!

more pictures later as they surface. or check facebook.

a few hundred miles, 100+ degrees, some mischief, a few hundred pictures and you get my trip to vegas.

greetings

i'm back from vegas, unintentionally three shades darker and with a much higher tolerance to heat. except when i was driving home on that four hour stretch of road, all i wanted was the crisp, cool summer air of huntington beach. i came home to sticky, humid and all-around awkward weather. i'd write a recap and post some pictures but i forgot a camera and have to go to work. yes, work, 15 hours after my tiring two day trip... without a trip to the bellagio buffet :(

facebook flashback

happy birthday brent #1 and alex (and nuwan's in dec... might as well make the post about "the boys" if 2 out of 3 are mentioned). i don't know how i've made it through 6 years without killing them but here we are.



time to start this summer off right.

*disclaimer: that picture was taken in london and those are boxers, not short shorts.

where is my mind?

it's been very preoccupied for the past 24 hours. my friend brent (#2 aka LB brent, not to be confused with brent #1 aka HB brent) got hit by a car on his bike a few days ago and of course the only way i could've possibly found out about this was through kyle, whom i hadn't spoken to since august. that was startling news in itself. but the worst part is, brent is in long beach memorial hospital, unconscious and intubated. he had swelling in his brain, was put in an induced coma and had surgery. he's got a fractured disc in his spine but is responding to verbal cues and the doctors say they are hopeful he'll survive without brain damage or paralysis. however, they're still watching him carefully for at least the next 48 hours to see how things pan out. i'm hoping for the best, but i'm scared for the worst. and because of that, i hope kyle doesn't have a reason to call me back unless it's to tell me brent's awake and okay.

so many of my friends have been hit by cars on their bikes, including brent #1. none wore helmets and all that got hit now do. but it only takes one time for the lesson to be learned the hard way. i just wish it didn't have to come to that.

previously, on...

"reading" 13 books.
"listening to" 6 albums.
"watching" 4 movies.
want to see: the happening, various comedies and this film. if you've ever seen the bottle, you'd know that the guy who created it is NUTS.

why can't i just take things one at a time?

because i'm impatient and want to be able to get everything done at once and read like that one robot nanny no one remembers. was that from charles in charge? i really can't recall. maybe it's from doing too many things at once at an early age; can't retain complete details. can't even remember to use pronouns.

maybe it's that exciting prospect of something new. wanderlust. i blame everything on that. "i can't sit still... because i have a bad case of wanderlust." "i'm sick of driving... because i have a bad case of wanderlust." "i'm hungry for some open sesame... because i have a bad case of wanderlust." "i have to pee..." as you can see, it doesn't always work.

I'M DONE

to celebrate, i couldn't think of anything. i just sat outside my class thinking about how horrible this quarter has been and what i could possibly do to make it up to myself and celebrate in an appropriate way that would make everything (seem) worth it.

then amy and kelsey (aka the girls) called me bc they knew i was done, we went to south coast and i bought these babies despite telling myself "you CANNOT buy anything" (yeah right):

in this color:

with small feet like mine, it's nearly impossible to find any shoes that are to my liking and actually fit, so when i find any, all rational thinking goes up in the air. now, this may not be significant to anyone but they're very similar to christian louboutins, which are my dream. the only thing missing are the red soles, they're 10x better-looking in person, and will be perfect for NY. get ready for a 4 inch taller me.

now i'm gonna go play GH3 without feeling guilty about neglecting schoolwork.

ps you've got to listen to the black keys's attack & release and rubber factory albums. great indie blues rock. please ignore the hip label.

CURRENT AILMENTS:

- loss of balance (ex: sitting down, getting up and falling over like the tower of pisa should)
- raging headaches/migraines (ex: tension, pressure, pain = loads of fun)
- loss of wit (as a result of not enough sleep, above mentioned issues and too much attention paid on school)
lastly: what do you call it when your entire body is knotted up? knotty? such as: "i've got a knotty body?" because i do.

why am i not sleeping? oh. because i can't bring myself to stop doing everything i'm doing right now, such as nothing, nothing and nothing. please stop teasing me, finals; i'm losing my mind.

it's crunch time

final #1 is at 5pm tomorrow, which means instead, i'm reading reviews of shows i've been to recently and watching youtube videos from another person's point of view.



the presets playing "my people". read a review of the show at the el rey. man, am i glad i put aside my initial reservations and went. i'll never say i'm not that big of a fan of these guys ever again. an all-around good hot and sweaty time.