Helping other people stumble home is just about the hardest, most tiring activity - begging them not to fall asleep on the side walk, begging them to get home, and begging cops not to arrest.

I cannot wait to come home friday. A weekend of leisure awaits me before I have to come back to Santa Cruz and do everything all over again.

This was suppose to be more in depth on all the trillion little things that have changed and/or have happened in Santa Cruz but maybe next time.

got a hairwrap at havenhouse. now its time for bed.

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my mind is restless but it won't focus on one thing.

homework? no thanks.

food shopping? i can last a little longer.

return movies? the library is closed on fridays.

goodwill? maybe.

hang out with simon? he hasn't answered yet.

drink coffee downtown? i'd have to incorporate homework into that.

read? i need a book to read that isn't tocgueville, marx, or weber; i'd feel guilty reading not things homework related.

bake? maybe an apple crisp.

i should just bake something. i'll just bake chocolate chip cookies.

i'm getting stressed again.

midterms for classes that are moving at an alarming rate, that blinking red light on the top right corner of my phone telling me that someone somewhere is trying to get my attention, my stomachs growling because i don't want to go to safeway, i'm burning a hole in my wallet because i just wanted some beer, and finally i truly dislike fourth of july.

luckily for me this weekend was filled with chris, beers, bars, and ellen degeneres.

new obsessions:

(and some revisited):
hula hooping.

bows & bald spots in my hair!

and revisited going-away-to-college gifts by the only most talented :)

weekdays consist of reading, homework, classes.

weeknights consist of dinner, beer drinking, and excessive hula hooping.

THIS COMING WEEKEND WITH CONSIST OF chris coming to santa cruz fo da fourth!!! which ultimately consists of some more beers in my belly!

my night consists of one fly buzzing around my room, tim singing rilo kiley while he pee's (yes, tim, i can hear you singing in the bathroom), and the sopranos easing me to sleep.

and when finally making it home after waiting for 45 minutes for a bus and making chase and tim come pick me up i was welcomed home to homemade pasta, homemade salad, beer, and, of course, my hula hoop ! sadly i must read manifesto tomorrow and homeworks before 1:30. no rest till ....

my stomach is always reminding me about how i really feel. the past week its been makin' me feel like a nervous-nelly... who knows if my actions and decisions are correct. how come you can never know whats really right or wrong till its gone, or why does is it so goddamn selfish-like.

my favorite

afternoons are often centered around food.

banana muffins !

gettin' antsy for june 10th !