you could write a book

hm.
i don't have much to say at the moment.
life update?
spring quarter's started,
and i really like my classes.
i have one class on mondays and wednesdays at eleven (dinosaurs)
one class on fridays at nine (music discussion)
and three on tuesday and thursday spanning from eleven to seven.
(music appreciation, biopsych, and writing2)
a pretty decent schedule, i'd say.
i'm thinking of signing up for yoga on fridays at noon, too.
this schedule is perfect for a job.
i've applied to borders, blenders in the grass, and i.v. bookstore so far.
we'll see.
i started running again;
well it's only been twice,
but i think that'll be consistent..
unlike my walk with God..
i've been way behind on that
way way way behind.
it's definitely affecting my life.
bleh,
it makes me feel like a weak person.

i never really talked about my birthday.
it was whatever.
i liked getting dinner with my mom and cousin jayme though,
it was nice and quiet for a change.
i've been missing my mom more and more lately,
all those times i've taken her granted.
she may not be the most perfect person,
but surely one of the wisest i know.
i felt horrible when she found out about my piercing.
she called herself a bad mother..
and that she didn't do her job right.
thank God i didn't get a tattoo.
that would really have killed her..

well.
no class tomorrow.
woot!
i'm going to pray for sun,
so i can go to the beach finally,
and just lay there and soak up the cancer.

pubic

random memory:
when i was younger,
around 6th grade
i had this book that told me about my body and such and such
and they talked about how we'd grow hair on our body.
i guess i read that section incorrectly,
because for the longest time
i thought it was called public hair.
and it really confused me
why would something you'd want to be kept hidden called public??


spring break was fun.
new york is cool.
i want to go back
cupcake cafe has the best frosting.
the empire state building
OH HAI TYLOR!
chibi. so soft, but such a horrible case of halitosis
"let's hit up magnolia's and mack on some cupcakes"
oh marc, you're wonderful
a raindrop fell into my eye
we saw mary poppins!cousin jenny.
thanks to her new york was great.
times square.
this steak was 45$.

i ate so so so much in NY.



the weather is getting warmer
people are shedding their layers of clothes.
it's time to get fit for a swimsuit.

sighface

couldn't leave today.

went to the airport at 6,
found out my first flight was overbooked,
waited for the next one.
that was overbooked too.
so was the 1030 one
and the one after that
and the one after that.
the man at customer service just told me to go home.

so i went home.
and slept.

we'll try again tomorrow.

like knives

I'M GOING TO NEW YORK TOMORROW!



BYE!

i just want you to know

Santa Barbara,
i'm leaving you for a while
to go back home and see my family
then fly across the country
to enjoy the hustle and bustle of New York.
but when i come back
i expect the sun to be shining
and the sky to be blue.
the days will be beautiful,
spend lazily by the pool,
catching up on reading and tanning.
the beach will be filled with beautiful people
riding the waves
and just soaking in the wonderfulness.
i'll buy some baby oil
so i won't have to worry about the troublesome
tar i'll build up on the soles of my feet
from walking through the warm sands.
the swimsuit i bought today will be here,
patiently waiting to be worn,
to also enjoy the sand and the sea
or the concrete and chlorine,
whatever.
santa barbara,
i'll be gone for a while.
don't be too exciting while i'm away.
Love,
Me.

i was born (a unicorn)

i was thinking about making a birthday list.
in fact, i actually did make one.
it looked pretty cool
i drew pictures and everything.
and then i realized
there was no point to it.
all it would do is raise my expectancy for presents.
i didn't even think about birthday presents until recently.
i don't want to expect people to get me anything at all.
a good day will just be a sunny, carefree day.
thank goodness finals will be over.

but until then,
i will be studying.
today iwas in the library from 2-10pm.
hooray!
it was pretty horrible, but extremely productive.
the worst thing about it though,
was not having anyone to talk to.
all i wanted to do was utter a couple of useless words to someone,
anyone.
but there was no one i knew that was on the fourth floor of the davidson library.
in the midst of all those people.

i thought of a poem:
the stench of weed and homelessness
invades my nose
as i walk up the steps
into the florescent darkness of the twentyfour-x.
i scan the area,
the fuzzy blue chairs
the familiar space.
..........
finally,
i see those lights.
the tower of tiny squares of light
............

eh.

sleep on needles

so lately,
i've been having dreams about waking up,
getting out of bed,
and just doing random everyday things.

i hate it
i really can't stand it,
because now
when i do get up
i'm not even sure if i'm actually awake.
i half expect to wake up again.

and this time,
i did try to get up once,
but i couldn't.
i had total sleep paralysis
which i have never had before.

sleeping just makes me tired now.