Summer nights, feels so good when the sun goes down.

day-dreaming about soon to be road-trippin'-summer-nights-empty-road feeling.

I've done all my work and now I am sad. All my photos pasted inside are crooked. And I've been in my room all day, sitting on the floor. My back wants to kill me. But working anywhere else in the apartment means Tim's hair would soon become a part of my project. And the sight of the dirty dishes would make me go ballistic--I was gone four days and Tim still didn't wash any dishes, I suspect mold...smells like it too.

I am ready to leave. Like, BYE BYE CALIFORNIA for two months kind of leave.

And, this is the last time I make a book that isn't a fucking rectangle. LESSON LEARNED.

June 20th cannot come sooner.

we cling to its plastic shell while furiously typing away our existence.

It's a perfect day for backyard essay writing, unfortunately I lack a backyard.

I must be evil because

I like to go into Tim's room and turn off his alarm after its been going off for an hour (this happens EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE WEEK).

I always hope that it ruins his day since he doesn't wake up on time (he wakes up at noon: "SHIT!"- best part).

I think my actions are justified since he's an alcoholic (if you have to get up at 8 AM you probably should start drinking at midnight).

I look forward to not living with him anymore (never again will I have to hear about existentialism!!!!).

amazing sunburn!

THE RETURN OF MY AWKWARD SHORTS TAN LINE IS BACK!

awkward neck/necklace sunburn included.

all received while creepin' on the santa cruz version of jersey shore!!!!

girl that resembled snooki: "oh my goddddd there's sand everywhere!!! I HATE SAND!"

only to be followed with "guyyyysssss I hate being wet!" while standing up to her knees in the ocean. AND THEN: "oh my god! [friends name], are those guys cute?!? I gotta get my game face on!" runs flirtatiously to the water and splashes around.

You really can't make this shit up sometimes.

first item of slug wear:

its one of those things where I don't know if I should wear it around town but I don't feel like sweating in my other clothes.

activities to survive this quarter:

walkies

listen to This American Life

draw more

finish and finalize snake farm print for screening (!!!!!!!!)

contemporary theory can get a little depressing:

moments big & small are lost over time.

house sit, cat sit

last minute get-a-way! my parents asked me to house sit pearl while their on a weekend vacation in DEATH VALLEY.

lucky me: a house to myself, kitty cat following my every move, a high school dress that was surely too big for me then, whiskey on the counter, and beer in the fridge.

I should be starting my paper, but I rather go to breakfast with Vinnie.

a promised hello to Sarah tomorrow, Lagunitas brewery Sunday, and then its back to spring break day-dreamin'!!!

Also, in lue of staying for four nights I've returned my bed to its rightful corner - only to be placed back awkwardly in the middle of the room come monday morning.

dreamin' about toad trippin' !!

urry day I get more and more excited about this !!!!!!

(points on map are merely a generalization)

Easter means:

a constant supply of delicious mini eggs!!!

I miss eating root beer floats and watching blood, guts, and gore shows with my dad.

I might be losing my hair.

typical tuesday nights.

ACCORDING TO MY RESEARCH (magic school bus reference here!!! :) )...

I only have one class left till I am done with sociology! and the class is only three credits!
YAHOOOOOOOOoooooo

we'll find out if this shit is true tomorrow when I go to drop-in advising!

cheers to HOPEFULLY not having to do a senior thesis paper in sociology!!!!

and cheers to leaving this expensive town that I can't afford this quarter!

NEXT UP: SPRRRRIIIINGGGGGG BRREEEEAAAKKKK!!!! in which I hope to do:

CASINO

birthday drinking!!!

coffee with carmen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

driving dug

nature/cabin !!!

photo shoot with freaking hair dryer !

baking ! PIEEEEEEEE!

parks (weather permitted! )

drinking in vinnie's house (!!!!!)

......there's more, but its all day dreamy visiting home thing s !

guigni's !!!

so much work.

so glad Tim is keeping his obsessive Florence and the Machine listening to himself - oh wait, I can still hear it through these bedroom walls.

today's objectives:

write soc 105B paper (2 pages)

write soc 142 paper (4 to 5 pages)

make "cheat sheet" for soc 142 midterm (one page)

study soc 142 (death)

the question is: WILL ALL THIS PAPER WRITING GET DONE??

ultimately, yes.

sundays are cruel.

unfortunately, I am the unhappiest annie today. and today, I hate this place.

Sick for four days and I still have to do all the dishes.

Three days ago, practically lying on my death bed Tim says, "yeah, when I get sick I can't lie around in bed all day." In which I respond, "....."

And now that I'm better I wish I was sick again so I could wallow in my room without feeling like a fucking depressing, angsty teenager. I would also not like to do my homework or studying for midterms.

I just finished One-Dimensional Man and now I'm even more depressed.

Some days I think I should have gone to art school.

tighten up.

someone said true love is dead.

fuck. I have to walk up Merrill hill once a week this quarter. I hate that hill.