You don't have to pretend to be important anymore...

My roots....  I'm getting back to them.  I forgot that horrid smell of other people's body fluids all over your clothes and that wonderful feeling of knowing that everyone around you is just as in love with the song that is playing as you are and that moment when you get shoved into someone and you just shove them right back and the fact that your throat hurts and you can't hear a thing after you get out of the venue....

It's amazing.  I love rock shows.  The vitality and complete and utter pureness of it all.  It's about the music.  I miss it.  And I want it back.  And I'm going to get it back.

Last night was just amazing.  I tried the indie scene.  It wasn't really working for me.

The way it should've been all along...

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It's summer, it's summer, where night belongs to lust and lovers...

I could cry I am so relieved that it is summertime and I'm feeling fine...  I haven't blogged in a very long time and that is mainly due to the fact that I've been overwhelmed with ridiculous school and work.  Now that that's over, well, at least the school part, I can finally relax and just chill.  A whole lotta surfing, sleeping, and well, yes, exercising (considering the amount of finals week stress feeding I did...).  But I'm also excited for the fact that I get to read all the books I've been missing out on...!!!  Yay!  Summer reading!  I remember in high school when I used to have summer reading and I would dread it because it was mandatory.  Let me tell you kids, once you're in college, you won't get a lot of time to read anything that is not based on a case study or academic journal... Two of my summer books include Les Miserables and Atlas Shrugged.  Yes, honkers but goodies.  Ack!  I cannot contain my intense joy!!!

P.S. There will also be a lotta this...

Miss California is very happy.


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Girls, girls, girls

I really hate them.  No, like, really hate girls.  I hate the fact that they lower their standards because some douche bag gives them attention.  I hate the fact that they act ditsy around guys because they think it will make them more attractive.  I hate the fact that any reason they dress up it is to attract guys not just to look good for themselves.  I hate the fact that guys make them do that.

Girls, 


Screw 'em.  


Not in that way... ew.

Okay so maybe I don't hate girls... considering I am one.  But I don't feel this incessant need to throw myself at the male gender in ways that I think will attract them to me.  Of course, I've never been a head turner and quite frankly I'm fine with my lot in life.  But I don't let that get me down.  I think any guy who is right for me will like me even when I look like death and scream like a fangirl over Doctor Who.  As in the words of the oh-so-wise Liz Lemon:

“I want someone who will be monogamous and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals, but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching LOST. And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks, as needed, like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet and beefy forearms like a damn Disney prince. And I want him to genuinely like me even when I’m old. And that’s what I want.”

Solution: girls, get yourself a gay friend.  Or just stop beings whores.

Song of my freakin life...... Kind of random but love this song.

There and Back Again... A Spring Break Story

Spring Break evokes images of scantily-clad women and overly-zealous men videotaping them flashing their breasts in a drunken haze.  However, that's not so true for me and my friends...

Move in on Vancouver, BC.  Three girls driving through the rainy streets of Downtown.

Yeah, we spent our SB in the great north country of Canada.  Fully clothed and then some.  Every person asked us "Why did you come here?"
"Well, Mexico was closed..."

I don't really know why we went there but this was our trip:

Day 1:
Me and Berry aka Caroline w/ bangs traveled up to Santa Cruz to pick up Cris.

Day 2:
We all travel to the north... 18 hours of driving.  While going up through Shasta we had to get snow chains which we ended up not even using...  That night when we got there we went to Mickey D's and no joke saw 9 hookers lined up along Kingsway.  Really?  Wow.  Moving along... the hotel sucked... I could've spit on the walls and it would've been an improvement.

Day 3:
We pack up and go to the oh so wonderful Sheraton.  Loved it.  Great view and all around amazing.  We went around downtown walking in and out of shops.  Shopping is what we do best.  Later on, we went to a pub and hung out with some Aussies who gave us a 101 on their slang.  Then met some male Canadian cheerleaders who thought we were down but we weren't down.... hahaha.

Day 4:
We're onto Seattle.  The guy at the border was also curious why we decided to go to Canada for SB.  He thought we were smuggling drugs...  Anywho, while in Seattle we went on the Underground Tour.  Legit.  Explored Pike Place.  Took my infamous picture with the piggy.  Saw some bums... more like a lot of bums.

Day 5:
Thus began the intensely long drive home... 16 hours.  Burned through almost a whole audiobook (which is to remain nameless).  Got some Voodoo Donuts in Portland.  Butts numb and overall ready to be home.

I'd say we covered a lot of ground on our little adventure... the next day we just chilled and watched 30 Rock.  NBD.  But I love it.  It's not just the traveling but spending time with my best friends who just get me.  We all get each other.  I'm pretty sure we could go to ho-dunk Indiana and still have a blast.

Ain't got nothing on us.

Remember that one episode...?

I can't believe that my last post was on Valentine's Day... is that a sign for bad karma or something?  I don't know.  But anyway...

My life as of now is surrounded by the television shows I watch.  I'm pretty sure Liz Lemon and I would be great friends and live in Pawnee and go on paranormal investigations across the world.  Yes...!

We've been talking about resilience factors in my psychology class... you can google it if you don't know what I mean... and talked about how having a passion for something helps children (and people (not implying the children are not people, just sayin')) overcome adversity and hardship in their life.  Well, television is my resilience factor.  I mean, I grew up watching Beavis and Butthead and WWF... which explains a lot about myself but that's beside the point.  I live and breathe television... but that doesn't make me any less of a reader or a student leader or an active member of my church.  Those parents who say that they're never going to let their kids watch tv because they don't want to strip away their imaginations... SCREW 'EM!  I watched television everyday after school.  Rupert was awesome BTdubs.  If anything I think television helped expand my imagination.  Maybe I'm just the exception to the rule but whatever!  Television is my entertainment and I enjoy it very, very much.

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21 Going On Extinct

The title is completely irrelevant to the topic I am discussing but I've been going through this weird 'Fall Out Boy Take This to Your Grave' phase and that was the last song that played and it is now stuck in my head.  On a completely different note, it is Valentine's Day.  Maybe that's why I'm listening to that album... all that girl-hating music makes me feel better on Single Awareness Day.  Yes, I am single and have been for quite some time now.  Do I really care?  NO.  I've found that you're only single and young once, why waste it being in a relationship that's going to end or turn into marriage?  No bueno.  I'm too ambitious and independent to want that right now. Talk to my "This is what a Feminist looks like" badge about that.  It's not that I hate men or anything, it's just that I'm not going ape crap over the fact that guys are stupid at this age and incapable of caring for anyone but themselves right now.  I know there are guys out there that are good-hearted gentlemen but I'm not going to go wasting my singality (yes, I just made that up) searching for them.  I'm going to work on me.  And when I'm ready to be in a committed relationship it will find me.

If I turn into a Liz Lemon so be it.  "Working on my night cheese!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxqycijBUn0

Oh, and give blood.... The Office style.

P.S. Completely love the fact that Chipotle is playing The Smiths.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLc5dVypsgc.  Reminds me of Never Been Kissed<3

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I have brains in my head and feet in my shoes.

It turns out you do well in the things that you enjoy... who'da thunk?  In a nice turn of fate, I am actually doing really well in all of my classes... 'A' material.  Prior to these years, I was just scraping to get a passing grade but now I actually want to succeed.

I like the turn my life has taken.  I always wondered when my choices were going to show me some results and, indeed, they have.  Of course there is still the occasional mishap and, granted, those can be pretty hefty.  But I've learned that you can't win everything and sometimes you just got to get over it.  They didn't name me "Most Optimistic" for nothing... I have a rep to uphold.

My college kid "self-discovery" journey thing is coming to and end despite the fact that I still have two years to go.  But I kind of just want to lay those years out nice and neat.  I guess anything was better than the weekly mental breakdowns and tear-rearing episodes of discontent.  Life comes at you suddenly but all's well in the end.  I'm thoroughly pleased.

Now, adieu... I must get my full eight hours of sleep if I am to function.

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