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Snoop Doggy Dogg needs to get a jobby job.
Monday, January 31, 2005

Looking for a job is a job in and of itself. This will be my THIRD job in the past six months! Gah. Red Envelope has ruined me. I โ™ฅ my Illuminations girls, but I hate the 30-minute commute back and forth, the traffic, the scarce distribution of hours, and the $87 paycheck I just received for two weeks. I made more than $87 in ONE DAY working at Red Envelope. I want to get a job at the bank, but my crazy school schedule won’t really permit it since most banks aren’t open in the evening or Sundays. Hopefully Meehchelle can hook me up with a teacher’s assistant job at Sylvan in Bonita or La Mesa. Or maybe The Living Room will hire me, since they’re open till two in the morning every day. Errol said he’d visit me in between classes at SDSU if I worked there. Hehe. I’m sure I’d be seeing a lot of Meehchelle, too ๐Ÿ˜‰ Anyway, I hope I get this whole work situation settled within the next month. If you know someplace nearby that’s hiring and you think I wouldn’t mind working there, please give me a call. Hopefully, my cell phone won’t be disconnected by the time you read this.

Attack of the avocado appetizer.
Thursday, January 20, 2005

Spring semester started at Southwestern today. It’s kinda weird to be back there during a regular semester, but I think I’m really going to enjoy it. My classes aren’t too difficult (FUN, even) and my teachers have all been approved at haha. I’m most excited about taking ceramics with PAUL BERGER ๐Ÿ™‚ I had him for design class over the summer last year and I swear he changed my life. He is just this amazing teacher and person, and I left the class feeling INSPIRED. I decided that I might want to get my teaching credentials after my B.A. so that I can teach art. I want to be somebody’s Paul Berger. I want my life to have purpose and I want to inspire others, and I think I’ll be able to do that through art. I don’t even NEED this ceramics class, but I’m attending two three-hour sessions a week because he really is the most amazing teacher I’ve ever had. I hadn’t been back to Southwestern since the summer I took his art class, and I got all nostalgic being in the same classroom today. It smelled the same. One of the projects we did was still tacked to the wall. The same dingy, unclaimed sweater still hung on top of the ceiling beams. It was kind of sad, really. I took that design class with Pammie and Edgar, and I miss going to school with them. I was always really happy in Paul’s class, and I suppose I’m trying to capture the same feeling by taking another one of his classes. It felt really good seeing him today, and I’m very excited about the class, so I guess it’s working. His class is my last one in the afternoon, so I got in my car afterwards and turned on the radio and FRANZ FERDINAND was playing! That was me and Pammie’s theme song that summer. Paul always played 94.9 while we worked, and Pammie and I would get so amp’d when they played Franz’s “Take Me Out!” I think it was a sign ๐Ÿ™‚ Anyway, I called Skokie to see if he was at home down the street and wanted some afternoon delight (AKA Yokozuna’s!) and he was at work, so I just went home and ate there. I had a few hours to kill before my night class, so I went to the gym to firm up my wobbly bits. Then I went back to Southwestern for my night class and got out early. I called up Edgar, but he and Jay were going to the gym, so I headed over to Grossmont to refresh Skokie with the Jamba Juice he kept asking me to bring him, and chilled for a bit. We had dinner at BJ’s Brewery (there goes all that cardio I did earlier!) where I was attacked by an avocado appetizer (because I don’t know how to eat without making a mess and using 10,000 napkins). I ordered the french dip (damn, I’m predictable!), but only ate half of it because I really wasn’t hungry. I was there more for the company than the food. I only got three hours of sleep the night before, so Skokie told me I should go home and sleep because I’m still sick and all… but I ended up going to Jay’s to hang out with the boys and give Edgar my leftovers. I went home around one in the morning, but now it’s 4:00 a.m. and I have to take Jay to his doctor’s appointment at 10:30 a.m. for his bum knee. I should probably go to bed now. I’ve really got to get into the habit of having a semi-normal sleeping pattern now that school has started.

I have no driving skills!
Tuesday, January 18, 2005

So I got into an accident today. My first accident EVER (with another car at least). I’m surprised I didn’t get into one sooner with my horrible driving skills. I was driving around the lot at UTC looking for a parking space. I see this family walk to their car near the top of the aisle, so I post it on the side waiting for them to move out of their parking spot. I pick some lint off my pants, change the song on my ipod, drum my fingers on the steering wheel… all the while thinking WTF is this biatch doing??? I’m gonna be flippin’ late for work! I was sitting there FOREVER. There was this parked van blocking my view of the car I expected to pull out, so I moved up to see if they punk’d me and just went to their car to drop their things off and weren’t really leaving. But sure enough, as soon as I move forward and throw up my arms to give them the universal sign for “what the f*ck?” I see their reverse lights go on. So I back up no more than one foot and then BAM. I hit a Mercedes F*CKING Benz! I was off to the side of the aisle so that cars could still pass through the aisle while I waited an eternity for the parked car to pull out, so I scuffed the front right corner of the Mercedes with the back left corner of my car. I got out of the car thinking UNF*CKINGBELIEVABLE and I see my white paint on her car, but no dents… There was this huge black scratch on it and when she saw the look on my face she said that the scratch was already there. I started touching the paint scuffs with my fingers and the paint started rubbing off. She said “I could probably get it buffed out” but who knows what she’s gonna do. She drives a freakin Mercedes and wrote my insurance information down on a Pottery Barn card. Why couldn’t I have hit some janky ass car whose driver had no license and insurance? Haha. Damn you, UTC! *shakes fist* To make me even more upset, the lady who took a jillion years to back out her car so I could take her spot had the audacity to get out of her car and rudely tell me to MOVE MY CAR so she could get her car out. UGH! I was so frustrated, so the tears started flowing when I finally parked my car. I walked to my store crying on the phone to Edgar when I passed my boss. She stopped to make sure I was okay to work. She probably thought someone died or something LOL. Who the hell gets worked up over a freakin fender bender? Mayan does! My deductible is $500 dude. I have enough money problems as is. Of course my WONDERFUL weekend would be offset by this. Oh, well. It could’ve been worse, right? I seem to be saying that a lot lately.

It was… It was incredible.
Monday, January 17, 2005

I’m sick =( Please kill me. I’m drinking massive amounts of hot tea in hopes that my voice will come back and my nose will stop running and my head will stop throbbing. Maybe if I just imagine I’m weightless in the middle of the ocean surrounded by tiny little seahorses I’ll feel better. I always get sick right before I’m about to do something FUN… Of course I got sick just days before my BIRTHDAY PARTY! Gah. It didn’t stop me from having an effin good time, though! I had the BEST time. Everyone that I wanted to be there actually came and celebrated with me and Meehchelle. I didn’t think we had enough food, but there was like TEN TIMES more alcohol! The boys brought the poker table, hookah and PARTY BUDDY (some strange contraption that holds bottles of alcohol upside down and dispenses shots with a twist of the twisty handle), we had THREE bottles of Chambord (my favorite!), beer, and a BUTTLOAD of hard liquor. My friends are pretty hardcore when it comes to drinking. I had the worst headache, though. Evidently, you shouldn’t mix alcohol with cold medicine and you should never drink alcoholic beverages mixed by ROSSANNE. Haha. Everyone left around five in the morning when Meehchelle put an end to Edgar’s drunken madness on the turntables LOL. Thankfully, Edgar spared us our vision this time and didn’t end up streaking, but he was PISS DRUNK! His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was lobster red. You know he’s drunk when he starts talking nonstop about back in the day this and that… Jose was like, “He’s gonna start crying soon!” He passed out after everyone left, but I stayed up till 8:30 in the morning because I was so wired. Pammie bought me a polaroid camera and tons of film for my birthday (thanks, SEESTER!), so I have a million instant photos from our party. My friends sharpied quotes on them, so they’re extra special. I’ll post them on here when I get the chance, but I might leave out a couple INDECENT shots (SHEEN!). Today, we all had lunch at Bronx Pizza in Hillcrest and checked out the little shops before heading back to Meehchelle’s and watching Napoleon Dynamite for the millionth time haha. I’m kinda hungry, so I’m gonna make myself a dang quesa-dilluh! GOSH!

Saturday, January 8, 2005

Meehchelle and I are throwing ourselves a birthday extravaganza! She’s turning 25 and I’m turning 23. Come celebrate our oldness! It’s gonna be at Meehchelle’s house on Saturday, January 15, around 6:30 p.m. If you would like to help us out by bringing something (i.e. food, alcohol, a stripper named Shawn in a fire fighter costume) then please let us know. It would be GREATLY appreciated! Meehchelle sent an evite out, but we don’t know everyone’s e-mail address, so if you didn’t get an evite than give us a call and we’ll give you more details.

What’s this? What’s happening? What’s going on here?
Thursday, January 6, 2005

Happy new year! Last weekend was pretty nice. I welcomed the new year with the boys and bonded with one of their girlfriends. It’s really great when someone just GETS YOU because she’s going through the same shit (thanks for the talk, Tiffany!). Roxy and Chel came over on Sunday to make wedding favors for Roxy’s big day. I’m so happy for her. She’s just GLOWING. Chel’s getting married next year… What’s this? What’s happening? What’s going on here? Everyone I know is either getting married or reproducing. I guess I’m just in that “always a bridesmaid, never a bride” funk… even though I’ve never been a bridesmaid. Well, I’m supposed to be one of Roxy’s bridesmaids, but her wedding is in her fiancรฉ’s hometown of Podunk, Texas and a roundtrip plane ticket for the weekend is definitely out of this poor college student’s budget. Even attempting to SAVE money from my mediocre Illuminations paychecks would be difficult. Roxy is one of my BEST girls. She’s family. That would really suck if I couldn’t be a part of her wedding. Sadness. OMG today I went to the post office and the postal clerk told me I was “so pretty” (and it wasn’t some creepy old man, it was this sweet, middle-aged lady). She said it like four times during our transaction. Nobody ever calls me pretty! LOL. I couldn’t stop smiling in the car. Anyway, BEDHEAD ED comes home from P.I. tomorrow! Yaye! I can’t believe he was gone for an entire month. I’m so happy right now. I’m thinking of buying my dad a betta because he got really attached to G Funk (Edgar’s fish – who used to be Gerald’s fish… who used to be named Geraldine because we thought he was a she – who I took care of while Edgar was gone and need to eventually return). My dad talks to that fish. It’s weird to hear the word “G Funk” come out of my dad’s mouth. He’s been nice to me this year. This love/hate relationship with my dad is all very confusing. As for G Funk, I stopped liking him weeks ago. He tried to bite me. So I stopped feeding the bastard. My dad feeds him though. He says that he feeds G Funk when he looks hungry. My mom thought he was dead the other day, but he was sleeping. She was banging her palm on the glass seeing if he’d move. She wasn’t aware that fish sleep. Oh well, I wasn’t aware that fish had facial expressions. We are two peas in a pod. Except when it comes to cleaning. She LIVES to clean. Today, she took out the Swiffer Jet and said, “This is my new best friend!” My room is never tidy… and if it is, then it just LOOKS tidy. Cleaning my room to me is just stuffing my crap in my closet. That’s all I’m really going for. A facade of cleanliness.

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