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Things you have not been informed of

awkward dates
I'm awkward to begin with. Throw food into the picture and things get slightly embarrassing.  I may have missed my mouth and hit my cheek when I tried to eat some fries. Thought "if I drink this Jameson and ginger I'll calm down. But how do I get the drink to my mouth without my shaky hand spilling it everywhere?!" I'm lucky it didn't dribble down my chin.

Now throw a man in there and things just get ugly. Then have that man ask me fifteen minutes into the date how many children I want and what my political and religious views are and every single question under the sun that should wait to present itself wayyyy after fifteen minutes. Then you'll have me informing him that my father is a conservative man who lives on a large property and owns many guns. He also, might I add, is very handy with a shovel.

Oh yes. I did say that. And he still wanted to go out again. Demented, this man. I chose to not accept his second date invitation. Which has been a little awkward when I see him around work...


scars
Three to be exact. Four if you count the mental scar. My brain is still healing from having to listen my hospital roomie (319B) leave the television on at full volume for SIX. FULL. DAYS. STRAIGHT. The Nanny at 3am anyone? Did you know they play the exact same episodes three hours later?? I didn't. Good thing I was stuck there so I could find out for you.

Things I learned in my hospital visit:
•  I have excellent veins. Shoulda been a druggie.
•  After a few days it gets easier to maneuver an IV stand into the bathroom.
•  Pretty certain the hospital gown I was wearing was worn years ago when my mother was born at that hospital. My grandpa probably even wore that same exact robe when he went in to surgery. Those gowns are so classic that they've never felt the need to change them.
•  Talk a lot and ask questions like -"oooh what is that thing?!" when they're prepping you for surgery. You'll probably get on their nerves and they'll knock you out faster. Worked for me.
•  Do not leave your iPod two hundred miles away before entering a hospital for six days.
•  Always shower. Hospital life is rough but you are not camping. You never know when an extremely hot EMT is going to wheel you down to have a CT scan and you do not want to look like you've been hit by a stolen station wagon and left to die. Damn. That was unfortunate.
•  Do tell your best friend that you're in Sacramento so that she doesn't drive two hours to San Francisco to find that there is no Sutter Memorial Hospital there. You will be laughing when she calls you from San Francisco but eventually you'll feel guilt. And then you will begin laughing again in 23 seconds.
•  FACT: Doctors do not believe that twenty four year old virgins exist. I am a modern day mystery.


roomies moving out, newbies moving in
Three moved out, two of which only moved a block away. So now I share my bathroom with a boy. And I gotta say, it's quite nice. Not to mention, when a boy moves in he brings all his toys. Toy. Television. Huge, massive, ginormous television. I could probably watch it from across the street without squinting. It's that big. Also, you can talk about things that past girl roommates didn't enjoy talking about. Like bathroom humor. Because really, everybody passes gas!


neighbor drama
Woah, boy. Remember that kiss from last fall? Turns out that at that time neighbor had (and still has) a girlfriend. Well guess who found out about that kiss? Yeah. The girlfriend. And guess who got a text while laying in the hospital bed, asking if she and I "could talk?" Yep. That was fun. These are the days I'm glad for my innocence, glad I didn't even know what she was talking about when she asked if we did certain things together, glad I had no idea she had existed at the time, glad that I was not the one intentionally wronging another. But mostly I'm just glad that he moved out last week so I don't have to see his slimy self anymore.

And that's what you've missed.

Well, the major things at least.

yes please

Lavender Era Bag at Anthro

Lately I've been all about the cross-body bags. They're so much more comfortable and the small size really helps to reduce the amount of junk most girls like to jam in their bags. They're also easier to grab onto when I'm sprinting for the bus. And this one... well, this one is just just pretty. 

And I want it. 

music for your Monday

La Sera

I love this city

Now that I've got a school free month I'm going to take the time to actually soak in this amazing city I live in. The other day I nearly walked from one side of the city to the other, and although it ended with cold winds and a few blisters, it was the most relaxing, enjoyable thing I've done lately.

music for your Monday

Metric- Don't Think Twice It's Alright (Bob Dylan cover)

days of summer

Please come. Please come now.

music for your Monday

The Submarines » The Beatles from The Voice Project on Vimeo.

apply here

Now accepting applications from all who are interested in switching lives with me for the next week and a half. Must be willing to schlep cupcakes, write some grade A papers, design a couple books, produce a few portfolios, forgo sleep, and prepared for possible electrocution while working on the biggest waste of a good light bulb project ever. No need apply if you actually want to enjoy life.

oh Diana

A few weeks ago I finally got the roll of film that's been in my Diana for months developed.

Hopefully I'll get some more opportunities after these finals are over (three weeks!) to snap some more photos. Already making lists of all the things I want to do on my mini vacation from school.

Its going to be wonderful. 

back home in the country

home in the city

happy Easter!

my brother and I. Easter. Some year a long time ago.

To me, Easter is a pretty new dress, a soulful Sunday service, and family around the table, catching up on new happenings and laughing about old memories. 

Although this won't be the first Easter I've ever worked, this is the first Easter that I won't be seeing my family. 

Not too thrilled about that one. 

After Jesus, family is my favorite part of Easter. Some of my favorite childhood memories come from Easter Sunday at my Auntie Margaret and Uncle Ed's house in the foothills. I always had a pretty new dress, the women always cooked roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans, and there were always always a few bowls teeming with olives on the table. I would fiddle with Uncle Ed's clock safe and then Auntie Margaret's huge seashell while the adults hid the eggs. And the eggs. The eggs! Hard boiled and hand dyed. I wish all eggs popped out of chickens so colorfully. After I found all the eggs Grandma would hand me my Cool Whip tub full of Tootsie Rolls, Skittles and Jellybeans. And then the men would take all the kids for a long walk while the women gossiped and cleaned up after lunch. The walk was my favorite. It always will be. 

I think I'll be going for a walk today. And although I'll be by myself, I know I can think back on all those walks from Easters past and realize that, even though I'm not with them today, they will always be with me. 

here lies the story of the rooftop narc

I love the roof of our apartment. Its where I go to unwind and be by myself. Its where I go when I need to cry. Its where I go to enjoy root beer floats with my roommates on those rare sunny days in the Sunset. Its where I go for good views. Its where I had my first kiss. 

A few Mondays ago, after a long, frustrating day at school, nothing sounded better than a bottle of cold pear cider on top of the roof. I got home, rallied the roomies, grabbed some cider for me and some beer for them at the liquor store, and we took our guitars up.

After about an hour of jamming, singing, drinking, and giggling, I came up with the bright idea of walking across our next door neighbors roof for a photo op and one of my roommates followed to see if the view was any different from ours. Although I stepped lightly, the next door neighbor on the third floor, apparently, was not fond of this idea. 

He popped up out of some skylight like a gopher on a mission and demanded that we leave the roof, OUR roof, immediately. To which we politely and genuinely responded with "we're so sorry! Were we bothering you?" This man, this rooftop narc, goes on and on about how he's heard us walking on his roof before and had called our landlord to complain, about how we should only be on the roof if there was an emergency, like a fire. 

A FIRE?! Let me tell you, the roof is the last place I would want to be if there was a fire. 

He then proceeds to demand we get off immediately and says he is going to watch us until we are all off. 

So I took my time. 

Because who deemed him hall monitor?

Let me wrap up:

Landlord comes over an hour later, tells us the narc called, and that the next time he catches us up there he has permission to phone the police. THE POLICE? For being on our own roof? 

Yep. 

Some people are just charming little fun-suckers that like to suck all of the fun out of life. They are most often found preying on those who are too busy enjoying life to be doing things like ruining other people's afternoons. 

music for your... past month

With school all day four days a week and then work taking over the other three, life has been a little hectic and I haven't had much of a chance to do anything other than homework, if even that. I hope to soon post some photos and some odd little recent ramblings, like the man behind me at the bus stop saying "psst! Young lady! You are cuter than a pair of handmade shoes. You tell that special someone back home I said that." Just know that when the posts finally start a-flowin' it means I'm avoiding my homework. Actually, that's exactly what I'm doing right now...

Man oh man, wouldn't I love to be walking through the courtyard of the Louvre with a tambourine right now instead of washing the dirty dishes that have piled up in the sink.