Drunk Girl, Will You Please Place Your Face In My Fist? Thanks.

Today was a fun day. So hot though.

justin and i drove to Rosemead (which is just east of alhambra, if that means anything to you) to go get some bike accessories that he found on craig's list. i really don't know how justin is so good at using it affectively. i can never find what i need, and when i think that i do, it usually leads to me waiting by my email desperately awaiting a reply from the seller... which never arrives.

and i also really don't know why the street that i live on is the loudest street in Westwood. Ok, we get it now Drunk Girl -- you can stop screaming. yes, yes... we know that you are drunk. Ok. yes.... please put your shirt back on. No, i will not have sex with you Drunk Girl.

Last night i awoke to voices of token drunk girls at about 330 am. *sigh* seriously. shouldn't you be passed out somewhere on the street, or some guy's livingroom/bedroom/kitchen/bathroom floor right now?

I also went on a bike ride to venice beach today... by MYSELF. Oh yeah. AND.... i didn't fall even ONCE. yup. i'd say that's a step in the right direction. tomorrow, justin and i are biking to the marina to watch the fireworks. I think they have a bonfire there too.... I remember justin saying something about fire. Although, that's not really uncommon.


*yawn* i'm pretty tired. think i'm going to go brush my teeth.


oh: laura, i totally wanted to call you, but low-and-behold, all this bike-purchasing business in the first few days back in SD prevented my from having contact with anyone. then i found that you were back in berkley. boooo..... I love you. if you find yourself back in SD or LA let me know. i'd love to see my favourite new engineer. cute.