Cat Pee Sauce

The reason I will in the furture make the conscious decision to not have an asian flat-mate:

I was cleaning the kitchen, and spilled a bottle of this sauce/vinegar stuff in the corner and onto the floor.

The kitchen (especially that corner), my hands, and the tips of my flip-flops now smell incredibly like cat pee.

Fucking nasty dude. What the fuck was that stuff?

Disappearing Silence

oh my god.

shut up shut up shut up. I'm trying to study. AHHH!!!

I can't wait until I get my own room next quarter. It is going to be a dream.

I like her. She's nice. But needs to calm down and stop talking... so loudly as well.

I'm very seriously considering getting my own place completely next year. People annoy me too much.

Cold Mountain

I just read the most complex chapter on how and why birds sing/learn to sing. My brain is indeed slightly fried. I think I'm going to brush up on some organic chemistry so that I at least know what an isomer or an aldehyde is.

I may be going camping tomorrow. I'm not quite sure. I'm very confused by sudden chnages in plans. Oh well. All I need is 15 minutes notice to get ready.... I don't have a sleeping bag. Whatever. I've done it with out a blanket before. Man, that was cold... and such a bad idea. Well, here's to another uncomfortable night!

All for friend bonding. Sheesh.

I Heart My Dentist

I just found out a little while ago that my dentist had been diagnosed with some sort of spinal cancer.

It almost made me cry a little.

I love that guy. He changed my life.

I know it's weird, but I love going to the dentist because of him.

Poster Child

I bought $41.65 worth of posters from MOMA today. Online. Oh god, I hope they get to me somehow.

I really really like museums. Really. And I just love exhibit posters. I'm a dork.

But hey, six posters for $41.65 is pretty damn good. The shipping was more expensive than five of those posters.

I really like posters, ok?

Dearly Department

Since Justin and I both work at the police department, with him being a supervisor, I am technically not allowed to work shifts that give him direct supervision over me. Notice how I say that "I... I... I am not allowed to work." See, it's not that he's not allowed to have me work under him, although it is. But I feel like that it is never an issue from that perspective. I truly feel like it is a double standard. Justin schedules his supervisor shifts, and I have to schedule around them. Even if it is more convenient for me to work on Thursday night, I can't, because he would be the supervisor. I am limited to working reshalls, which tonight goes to 0200 hours, and that's a little too late for my liking since I have school tomorrow.

I'm just frustrated. He sent out this email tonight begging people to fill holes in the schedule, so I called him and asked, and he suggested I work reshalls. Well, you know what? I don't want to work reshalls. I don't want to walk around for 5 hours and not be able to read or study, and then get back at 0230 only to have to wake up 6 hours later.

I want to work Anderson. I want to work Unex. Fuck - I even suggested I wanted to work Powell. POWELL. I HATE Powell.

The system annoys me. I understand why it is in place, but what special priveledges could he possibly be giving me at POWELL? POWELL?! It's not like he's going to redeploy Baker 2 to check ID cards for me while I go sit in an empty room with lots and lots of candy in it. I understand not being a field unit. I understand completely. Even a baker unit. Because then he could be driving me around, or taking my escorts for me (which would NOT happen, I assure you). I don't understand how when we would act just like any other supervisor-unit relationship, we instead have to be stigmatized.

I think what really bothers me about it is that I don't have the ability to take control over my schedule to the degree that, in fact, everyone else has. I think it's unfair. It bothers me. It's actually making me really upset right now. Damnit. I've gone and given myself a headache.

You know, a lot of people think that I didn't follow through with interviewing for supervisor because of the other job I got. Oh, how wrong they are. I didn't find this other job until AFTER I withdrew my letter of intent ( I needed SOMETHING to do over the summer. Especially since my mom offered to pay my rent if I did something "productive" by her standards.... although that never happened because of my decision to live with Justin over the summer. Yeah, the parents weren't that supportive... financially... meaning at all). I wanted to become I supervisor... damn. I really did. I really could have made it, you know? I could have. I got pressured by my parents to maybe find something else, or to focus more on school... which were valid arguments... but I didn't withdrawl 100% in due part to them. No, I did it because I knew I wouldn't ever get to see Justin. Ok, lame, I know. But it's true. We wouldn't be able to work together, we would each have two late nights a week (at least) and then school. It just wasn't what I wanted. I thought that it would hurt our relationship. And even then, I would be lower-ranking, and get all the shit-nights to work.

And once again, I would get stuck revolving my schedule around someone else.

God, I hate it. I'm the only one who it affects.

I'm going to say on the record that it is not fair. It is stupid. If the rule had a face, that face would be ugly. And I would want to punch it.

And that's ON the record.

I Had A Dream Last Night...

... and it hit me like a glove.


God, what is UP with these horrible dreams that I've been having? I don't get it. I don't I don't I don't. I Don't WANT to get it. Because I already do, and I don't like it. I don't like having supressed "feelings" or "emotions." I'm not supposed to FEEL godamnit.

A cell phone alarm is going off somewhere and it's annoying me. Oh the irony of the alarm being the one that I have.

It's been bad though, really bad. And today hasn't made me feel any better.

I wish I could talk about it, but it's a little too personal. Well. Hmm.... damnit. It'll just portray insecurities that I don't like to portray because then it makes me seem more insecure than I really am... which is very little. In my dreams, the tiniest fears, the tinest insecurities and emotions, have been blown up to the extreme recently. Consequently, I have not been getting much sleep. Bad. Very bad indeed.

Last night, in my dream, I felt the feeling of my heart tearing in two. I experienced a truly broken heart. God, it was awful.

I'm so sorry.

Entry of Ten

Yes! I have internet again! I can finally write again!

Ugh, Whenever I don't write for awhile, it just feels like I have too much to say. Stuff that's been going on:

1.) Moved out of my old apartment and into my new one.
God. Even though I still wish I was living with Justin, I am so happy to be out of that apartment. Seriously. Freakin' neat freaks and emo kids there. It was such a hassle moving in (with the people who were moving out still living there.... and still havingvkeys to the place) and such a hassle moving out (oh my god. That girl was so annoying). She was such a daddy' girl. She would call me to ask me a question and keep interrupting me to yell at her dad for something. And she got really upset when I told her I didn't have access to the garage because I park on the street, and thus she would have to park on the street.... very very upset. Anyways, the new place is nice. Clean. It's easy because I didn' thave to buy furniture. Speaking of furniture, Justin and company went Craigslist shopping yesterday and got a shit load of stuff for cheap. Nice stuff too. Two leather couches for 200 I think, a dinning room table (real wood) for 120... and wait.. here's the best part... a fuckin' AWESOME FOOSBALL TABLE for $38. Haha. I'm so jealous. One of my flatmates seems lame. The other I haven't met yet, but I've corresponded with her, and she seem's cool. Which is good, because I'm going to be living with her.

2.) Simunitions.
I got to play the role of terrorist, hostage, dead body and more in one of the residence halls that's been clsoed down for construction and have cops shoot at me. Sweet. It was so much fun. And I got to shoot back. I got to fire an assualt rifle, handgun and a shotgun.

3.) Art is Beautiful.
I went to Dick Blick's today. Travelled by b us carrying a shit load of large canvas. And then walked the half mile to my apartment from the bus stop.

4.) My dad is moving to Norway. Officially. As in, he's moving there on Saturday morning. He's so excited. I am too. I'll get to visit whereever he is duing the winter and go for new year's. Could be Norway, South Korea or Shanghai. So neat! I also designed his business card and webpage. So cool to see something like that in print and not on my computer.

5.) Bad dreams.
Seriously, my sub-conscious needs to learn how to adjust to Justin not being around a little better. I've been having the freakiest dreams. The one I had two nights ago was just one of those dreams that makes you feel weird and uncomfortable the whole day. The one last night was just this crazy-ass nightmare. Jesus. I just kept waking up, and thne falling back asleep only to have the dream continue but be worse. There was a lot of gore. Much more than what I ever dream of. And dead animals and children and ugh. Supernatural possessions and running away... god, everything horrible. Hopefully it'll get better. I think that's all it can get. nothign can be worse than last night.

6.) I saw the guy from "what not to wear." He was crossing the street in westwood, in front of my car.

7.) Hooray for "A"s! I haven't seen them across the board for awhile. Thank you summer school for raising my GPA!

8.) Bummer.
I was supposed to go backpakcing in the sierras this weekend with 5 friends, but out leader got injured. Knee. Sucks, but it's not his fault. What can you do? I'm just glad I didn't have to buy anything. Oh well, it's probably for the best because then I'll be attending school on Friday like I should be.

9.) Cubanos.
Cuab food is delicious. If you have a chance, visit "Versailles" on Venice blvd. I had never tasted plantains before. They're like a potato/banana. More on the banana side. So good. And who can resist Sangria?

10.) All is good. Really, I can't complain about anything in my life right now. I'm so excited for shcool to start. It's going to be a really difficult quarter. I'll also be applying to go abroad for my required Feild Biology Quarter. Hopefully it'll be a place exotic... meaning outside of California to me. Things are how I want them to be. I have friends who Iike to hang out with (which for me has been a difficult achievment to reach) and I know what I'm doing for the next two years. Beyond that, who the hell knows? I'm not looking that far forward. Well, I am, but only silently.

Imagination Stagnation

Sometimes I get scared that my imagination is fading.

I have to force myself to paint, draw and write more.

The only time I can get really into a scenario now is through acting. I'm not sure how good I am, but it feels real to me.

It was a fun weekend.

This Day Feels Months Long

Month's are nothing to be remembered
It's just another way to keep the time.


... The rest turned out to be a little too corny for my standards,


.... So.... today. Had my finals. God, this day has just gone on forever! I went to bed at 230am, woke up at 530 am to study more, took my tests from 830am-1pm. Went to work at 2pm until 7pm... and now it's 2am... This day doesn't feel like one day. Things happened this morning that now seem so far away.

I'm not really in the mood to write a lot. I have stuff to say I guess... I'm just awfully tired. I don't know how I"m even awake right now. I suppose going for a walk in the night air cleared up my head a little bit. It's been pretty cold out recently. My dad is moving to Norway on the first of October. I'm here in LA. Bobby and Justin are in the living room watching Batman without me. (Can I mention that it's 2am and they've only just started the first of many episodes for the night I'm sure).

I'm going out tomorrow. Maybe dress up a bit. ... pointless though. It's cold. Dr. Lonnie Smith at the Jazz Bakery. A fruitless gift. A fruitless effort... but a good time none-the-less. 66 is my number. One more would just be frightening. Best to forget.

Playlist of My Life

The songs I've heard on the radio in the last hour:

"Nausea"
"So Tired"
"Supply and Demand"

*sigh* What a streak for being so tired, nauseus, and having taken two finals... one of which was Economics.

I can't wait to go home! Half an hour more and then I'll leave this place.... I...need...a...nap...

... and some ice cream. Yum. Maybe a kiwi too. But mostly just a nap.

Five Cups

5 cups of coffee make Susanne's educational prospects hopeful.

But her hands a little jittery.

Willing to make that trade-off.

Hungering For Company

If you took a train, to find your way home,
could I follow you by tracing your tracks?
And if you slipped into the sky,
to hide amongst the stars,
could I look at you to find my way back?

Well you're going away,
and I'm going away.
Hope that maybe one of us
will run into the other someday.
And now that we're going away,
so very far away,
I can't help but turn by head and look back.

Just let me look for you,
because I can't pretend that you're not gone.
When it's loneliness inside me that conquers my heart.
I like to think that you won't forget me,
but all I can see in your eyes,
is an emptiness that makes me realize
that I'm alone.

Don't let me follow you.

Blahhsdfdk

Sometimes I wonder how the hell I am going to change the world when I don't have the energy to even study for econ. Uhhhhhhh.... so lazy today. Lazy people... hmm... me. I just want tomorrow to be over with so that Friday can get here. Friday is going to be good. I'm excited.

I've been trying to figure out something to cook on friday, but i'm having a hard time. Maybe Justin and I will just go out. Who knows.

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Hate To Malign Latinos

HTML is officially annoying.

Anything that i can't figure out by just looking at samples is not worth existing. Ok, I guess HTML is one of those things that requires some sort of education before usage. Damn. I'll have to get a book on it from the library.

This week is going to suck. It's going to suck hard. I mean, it's going to suck harder than Tara Reed in the back of shady bar in Cancun. I'm just so busy. AHHH! Finals are annoying as usual, what can I say? I'm a day behind where I wanted to be concerning my study schedule. That's what I get for volunteering my life away.... and getting so tired doing it. Man, it was hard getting up this morning.

At work, this girl was trying to tell me where a file was on the computer, so she started phonetically spelling it out:

B- as in Byzantine.... L- as in Latino..... Q - as in Quarter.

And I was like, WTF. Seriously... Boy - Lincoln - Queen. Get with it.

And then I opened the file and realized it was about the Byzantine Latino Quarter. My bad.

Ok. I have to finish/start writing my essay. It's ok. It's only 600 words, I don't really need to proof-read it, and I alrady have an outline. Should take me maybe 20 minutes. Mmm... I think my head is going to explode.

Oh wait. Hahahahah..... so I was at work today. I wore a skirt. Yup. So anyways, this is the fun part: Half-way through my day I realize that I have the word "DICK" still written on my leg from the day before when Bobby defiled my body with unwelcomed ink. Haha. oh man, it tickled so bad.... Back to the point: I forgot about it last night when i took a shower, so I didn't make any effort to scrub it off. *sigh* I just left it on the rest of the day. I figured if anyone saw it it would at least entertain them. It's off now. Feels a little empty... in a the way that a leg should feel.

Fiddy Buck Bikes

i just found out that my compensation for biking to work at least 50% of the type is $50/month. That's pretty sweet.

Hot bod with money in her pocket.

Vital Zuman

I'm going to the Vital Zuman Farm today. It's an organic... uh.. "sustianable" (I'm becoming more and more hesitant to use that word.... ) farm in Malibu. Off to do some volunteer work. Farming. You know. Haha. I can't wait; I'm sure it'll be a good experience. I hope that I get some free fruit and/or vegetables out of it. Because what's volunteering when you don't get something matieral out of it. I was thinking about getting there at 9am, but he guy called me at 7:37 am to ask me if I could come at 10am. So now I'm just killing time, wishing that I could have been sleeping instead.

I think Justin is going to join me when I'm done up there aroudn 2pm to head to the beach for a couple of hours.

God, I wih I was sleeping. I don't even remember the last time I slept in past 730am. That's just sad. Even my weekends are ridiclous. Why did I get up early yesterday?... oh yeah. I worked to make Alyssa love me.

Ok. I'm going off to get ready. I have to pack myself a lunch. I'm so sad that I'm going to have to leave my perfect parking spot in front of my apartment.... I had wanted to bike, but unfortunately my bike it still out of commission. Shit! I have to get that fixed today so I can get to work tomorrow.... AHHH I HATE THIS WEEK.

Vegatarians Are Just Bitter

Today was a nice day. Sad because I had to drive to work instead of bike (that whole flat thing... *sigh*). But I guess it was nice to be able to wear normal-people clothes straight there without being all sweaty and having to change.

I was reading about the Renewable Fuels Standard today. Interesting stuff. Um. Yeah. I just like looking for flaws in the established system. At least in the report issued by the EPA, they point out a lot of flaws in the written legislature, and demonstrate how they plan to fix those problems or work around the effectively at least. Anyways, all that I really got from reading it was that government reports tend to state the exact same thing over and over again, and then they slip in something new once in awhile, but at that point you aren't paying all that close attention to it because you think that the report is just in repeat mode still. Good to be educated.

Uh. I want water, but it's so far away on the table. Damn. *sigh* brb.

Bought a UCLA baseball hat today. It'll be good at the game tomorrow.

I went to Whole Foods today because I needed to by some deli meat. We ran out. Obviously. Anyways, the deli guy serving me had a real attitude towards me. Listen, your job is to get me the damn meat when I want to sample it, and you don't just throw a disheveled chunk at me. Dang. Usually people who work at relatively non-busy stations within a market are pretty nice. Especially Seafood guys. Man, those guys are always nice. I think the deli guy was a vegetarian who was bitter about being placed in the deli section. Oh those vegetarians... always bitter about something.

Speaking of vegetarianism, what is the deal with all of these "vegetarians" eating FISH. DUDE. COME ON. Fish is still meat. It was an animal. Don't label yourself as a vegetarian if you eat meat. I'm not judging you. Except for now. I guess I am judging you, aren't I?

I'm going to study now. I've been wathcing a ridiculous amount to Justice League: Unlimited and Batman Beyond today. And sadly, still about 4 or 5 hours less than what Bobby and Justin have watched today.

Finals next week.

No Horse Meat Today...

Thanks to the brave passage of the Horse Slaughter Prevention Act, the House of Representatives has proven it is more than a cesspool of criminals that never manages to do any legislating.

Today, the House voted 263-146 to ban the slaughtering of American horses for food. Some 90,000 horses are turned into horsemeat every year.

And even though we eat millions of slaughtered cows and pigs every year, we don’t like to eat horses. (Terrorists love to eat horses, so all U.S. horsemeat is exported to Europe and Asia.)

Taken from Wonkette. I don't want to pretend I'm that witty.

I'm Ecofem-tastic

I think I got to work faster by bike than I normally would have by car....

I left around 12:30pm from class, and got here at 1:37pm.
By car I would have had to bike back home, drop my stuff off, change, and then walk to my car. I probably would have eaten something to. Let's see, that would have put me at being in my car at probably 1:00pm... and then a 20 minute drive at that time... but then having to park in China town and walk 20 minutes... that would be around 1:40pm. I beat the hypothethical by 3 minutes! Yes! I would have gone faster but my legs were still tired from yesterday.

Haha. Yesterday. Yesterday was a fun day.

It was yesterday when I biked to work for the first time. At 7pm I was going to cover Bobby's shift until 9pm. At 4:30pm, I was about to leave when he called me to see if I could cover it starting at 5pm. It definitely takes me an hour to get to UCLA from here, and I wasn't able to leave until 4:45pm because somebody in the office saw my bike and started blabbing on about biking somewhere.

So I rushed back. It was definitely easier on the way back. I took a Olympic instead of Pico (which smelled horrible half the time), which turned out to be mostly flat ground and some nice downhills. When I was on Westwood approaching Wilshire, there were these pigeons in the road. I was saying "move pigeons, move!" and they were still just chillin' by the road. At this point I'm going 15 mph and I'm not about to stop for some damn pigeons, and with all the cars around, I can't exactly swerve out of the way.

So I just rode through.

And of course, demonstrating the amazing reactivity of the pigeon species, they didn't move until I was half a foot away. Then, instead of flying AWAY from what was running into them, they flew TOWARDS it... meaning me... meaning my head. Haha. I definitely had to duck.

I got hit in the head by a bird before. Different story. I was just walking around campus and went by a low-branched tree, and apparantly there was a bird on a branch that I didn't notice and that didn't notice me. Yeah. Freaked out in my face.

The rest of the night was pretty good. I was biking around campus going to close Young Research Library when this girl came up to me and asked if I could take note of an incident that just occured to her.

Immediately when she tells me this, I think "*sigh* Masturbator." Really though. That's what YRL is all about. I'd say about 80% (if not higher) of the incidents that occur there are lewd conduct related. The entire library is just big, empty, with lots of cover, and the same weird guys come all the time. And whenever I begin to tell this story to anyone, the immediately think it's going to be about some wanker as soon as I say "YRL."

Anyways, she claimed this guy had broken her computer by knocking it off of the table and she was trying to approach him about taking some responsibility for it, and he was completely ignoring him. Well, at that point I was thinking that it was pretty serious since her computer was broken. Sucks. So I was talking to her, and a guy zips by us. She points out that he's the guy. Really distinguishing appearance. Green long-sleeved shirt, black pant, large brown bear, long hair, and this canvas back-pack. So I kept obs him and updated control of his location. Then he headed downthis ampitheatre by the Fowler Musuem. And shit -- I lost ops for maybe 5 seconds because I had to get on the grass, and there were some bushes blocking my view. I get to the stairs of the ampitheatre, the UC arrives, and the guy is gone. He must have gone inside. He must have had a key. They searched the building and didn't find anyone, but all he needed was a damn key to get into a place where they couldn't search. There was no way he did't enter the building.

So I started doing perimeter checks like crazy. Being on a bike makes you so much more aggressive. Anyways, didn't find anything and went back to the library with one of the UCs to talk to the girl. I felt bad, and then all of the sudden, some truth starts coming into the story. He didn't knock down her computer, he accidently (as far as you could tell, because you can't prove that it was intentional) nudged it on the tape and her charger came loose. And then, the computer itself wasn't broken, he charger was just not charging. You know, people who leave their chargers all dangly off the sides of tables deserve it pulled out.

The funniest part was her subject description of the guy. UC 83's out there prompting her for the description and she has everything all wrong. Wow. The only thing she has right was the he was a male/white. She missed the beard. Thought he had been blonde. Thought he was wearing blue jeans and a blue jean shirt. Labeled him as 130 lbs. Dude. This guy was TALL. At LEAST 6 foot. He was not going to be 130 lbs. I don't even think I weigh 130 lbs. Maybe 135 lbs. I don't know. I don't weigh myself.

Oh, and don't question whether or not I was following the right person. He was the only guy around.

All in all, a pretty fun night. Got home around 10pm maybe, finally ate some dinner, and wrote an essay on ecofemism. Lovely. It's actually really interesting; I hadn't really read anything about it before. Actually, I'd never even heard of it. The times that I've tried to talk to guys about it in an intellectual manner they get really defensive about it, and simply dismiss it as stupid. Kind of interesting. It's not accusatory; it just looks at the facts. I think people are just put off about by the word "feminist" and start to feel like they are being attacked. Sad.

I think I'll write something up about it in thenewnature. We'll see how it goes. I'll definitely write more about it later SOMEWHERE. It's rather interesting. I never really thought about ecological degradation and woman objectification steming from man's internal bitterness towards one's mortality and reliance upon non-human resources. That's pretty much the jist of it. I've read some stuff that just talked about exploitation and oppression, but that never really delved into exactly why that culture has developed in male communities. It was a very interesting perspective.

Well, back to work. This hippie needs money.

Wonder-full

sometimes I get these most wonderful feelings.

I just had one.

Well... multiple.

I think it happens when I listen to the right kind of music.

Graphic Content

I rode my bike to work this morning. 15 miles. Not bad. It was really just the "morning" part that started to kill me. No, actually it was more the raunchy smell of Pico Blvd. Is "raunchy" a word? Either way, it seems to embody the feeling quite well.

It was nice to ride again. Although I have to ride back, only to ride to the police station to ride for a few more hours (covering for Bobby so he can take his lovely girl Jordan out for dinner. Aren't I nice?)

I've been working on a lot of graphic stuff these last couple weeks. Adobe Illustrator is one of the best programs in the world -- I'm just putting that out there. I sold my services... oh, that sounds kind of dirty... *sigh* to my dad. Haha. Eww. Ok, never mind. Memories of "Rocky" coming back.... which reminds me I found that photo. Ok, stay on track here. Yeah. So he's getting funding to start his own business. Sweetness. I've talked about this before. Anyways, I designed his company logo, business card, official stationary, etc. Hey, it's pretty exciting even though he is just my dad. You have to start somewhere, so why not an international business?

;-)

Anyways, I'm super proud of it. And the fact that he likes it too... well, that's all that really matters. I don't know how much he's going to compensate me, but it'll probably be pretty good, considering it's a huge part of company image. I'll post images up tonight. (I'm at work right now)

So maybe you've noticed, maybe you haven't, but I've started two new blogs. I keep promising that I'll have stuff up to look at, and to be interesting, but shit... I'm full of empty promises aren't I? Anyways, I have a bunch of cool ideas, and it's not only that I promise... it's that I really honestly want to get those sites rolling; they need to begin in order to start developing into some world-changing thing. Haha. Yeah. Right. Part of my obsession with Adobe Illustrator has been with designing logos for those sites. It would also be nice to learn some html stuff to place those in the html text. I'll figure it out. I feel like I want to do that before posting.

I have to do some writing for my geography class tonight. Jesus, I can't believe finals are next Thursday. Shit, summerschool goes by fast.

K. Off do go do work. Yay work.

UCLA Killed the Mormons

um. I've been trying to uploas some photos here, and it's being bitchy. Soon to come.

Weekend Recap

This weekend has been full of fun, and completely void of labor -- at least the two most uncomfortable kinds: childbirth and working downtown. I've been kind of sick though, so the whole weekend has been masked slightly in a thin layer of phlegm and he inability to appropriately use my nose, which would be most usefully use for breathing.

Thursday! Justin came back! yay! It turned out especially nice because I came back an was completely unaware tha he has come back.., which gave that wodnerfully suprised feeling.

Friday! Went to work! Boo! The night though, was filled with "Half Nelson." Yeah. Um. Totally awesome. It a really great story, especially now-a-days when we're in constant yearning for a good story.

Saturday! UCLA 31: Utah 10. Oh yeah. The football game was a blast. I drove there with Matt Thompson to go to Matt Ellis's tail-gate.... um, which was awesome. I heart underaged drinking unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly?) supported by my manager. And tacos. Deilicous tacos. Justin biked to the Rosebowl from UCLA. Yeah. It probably would have been ok if he hadn't gotten lost, causing him to go 15 miles out of his way. Oh well. He's hard core. I have some good pics. I'll post them in a second. Matt and I parked so far away from the tailgate... they wouldn't let us park anywhere else but the damn golf-course! So we walked... and carried this heavy cooler full of beer and not full of wheels or grippy handles. Oh god, it was so hot, and it was so heavy. The game itself was awesome though. I totally was stupid for not going last year, especially when we were so good with Lewis and Drew. But you know, Ben Olsen is going to be so good! It makes me so excited! After the game, we went over to Adarsh's place... to eat pizza, drink some beer, and watch Meerkat Manor. Wow. What a night. That show is awesome! It's a soap opera/documentary of meerkats on National Geographic channel. So good! Shakespeare got bit by a snake! Will he be ok?! Why am I so overly concerned?!

Sunday! Zuma! Justin Biked there too. Hard-core... again. It was good. Dude. There was this group of 17 year old girls by us.. and THREE groups of "dude that's illegal" guys came and hit on them. It was ridiculous. We just didn't get it. They weren't even all that attractive... and they were very very stupid. Justin thinks that because they didn't totally blow off the first group of guys, the other decided to move in for the delicious illegal-in-the-state-of-California kill. It was good. Justin and I came back and decided to make a recipe oriented dinner. So we went to go buy some meat fo Chicken Paremsan. Yum. Turned out nicely. There really wasn't a recipe used. I kind of just did it.. Ooops... "we." Then we got tired and fell asleep at 1030pm. Yay!

And today... god, we slpet in so long. Ok, not all that long, but we feel asleep at 1030pm and woke up at 930pm. And then I took a nap around noon for a couple of hours. Come on, I'm sick. Anyways, I'm going to post those photos now, on facebook and here, so I'm going off to do that. .... but not really "off" because I'll still be right here in the exact same spot. Oh, and I found a picture of me in rocky attire. It's one I took of myself in the mirror, so yeah, I'm sorry. That's just sad.

Oh, and Justin is an awful boyfriend for having failed to provide me with Internet, and has spent the day watching podcasts about videogames. :-)

Misspelled

Today I recieved a package from a printing service that has misspelled my name to a degree never before seen.

Sussaene


wow.