dude im hella cold. what is up with concord and why am i so allergic to it?? hon, did you notice that in pleasant hill, i was sort of better??

anyways. kick ass day. i love you dr. jeffrey paris for cancelling class. crash was a good movie... gritty, not so pretty to watch, but good. who knew ludacris could act after releasing that horrible garbage of a song with the austin powers theme to it??

i cant focus on my paper. instead i want to post up pictures on myspace but i know that'll take awhile because i dont think they're of size to do so.

claim jumpers is bomb ass. bomb ass. i love red meat. i got this bart thing down. i gotta do it again tomorrow and saturday.

karl marx man. he's fascinating. how come people who try to be like him end up fucking up their countries so badly and all these people die out of starvation? he's mentioned in like every class i have, therefore, i'm balancing two notebooks on my knees and pulled up an old notes email from another professor in order to finish up my paper. i love when everything just intersects.

i keep shivering because it's cold. it is not no 58 degrees here. i cant wait to go to san jose tomorrow where it'll be all warm and golden and delicious.

Man im so jazzed right now. I have essentially five pages of six due on Thursday done!!! In like two hours... I'm on a high because I aced my two big, more than ten pages, papers. And I'm hella jazzed because I'm taking advantage of my no class tomorrow afternoon to make an active effort to see the bf. There's food involved... when is there not food involved? Anyways...


savehooters.org order a shirt! support a cause! we're sportin them at the A's game this Friday.

what else what else what else what else....

jack johnson: better together

i dont know what else. JAMI i want to have a date with you. CHA & CHRISSY any weekend in June is ok, but must warn you that the first weekend, i'll be getting over jet lag, and the last weekend is an sf bday weekend, possibly, but not sure. but yessum. i'll be down to be the bbq chef, cause i can skewer the isht outta anything. by the way cha, you have yet to visit me. i'd meet up with you somewhere on bart if you'd like. it'll be a relief during finals.

OH renee zellwegger and kenny chesney. they got married on the beach. he was barefoot and in a stetson. she was in carolina herrera all hott like. i want to get married in four months. but i'd also like to win an oscar and have my own carribean residence, but what can you do?

my roommate is talking about someone dropping E while talking to her mother.

im pms-ing. im craving chow fun and fried chicken because i keep seeing those kfc commercials. and milk tea from q cup with mini bubbles. and formula 50 vitamin water. im drinking strawberry soda... sugar water. gross.

michael got me gilmore girls season three on dvd. he's so hott stuff. not just because he gets me stuff... duh... he drives a nice car too. =)

ps. that was sarcastic.

I just had a mini heart attack. Damn school. Damn rough draft and final draft being under the same name but being completely different. That sucks ass man. Hopefully it'll turn out better. It's nice to know that my efforts did not go in (complete) vain (yet).



-edit- people suck. seriously. just... suck.

hello hello. i got dressed up in the dress that i have to sit very very carefully in on friday. before that i had some bomb ass pasta & steak. and before that... i don't remember. michael helped do my hair while i did my makeup. man he's so metro. he can dye my hair and curl it and he doesnt mind getting in some slacks and a tie. wow. i am now reminded of how when we first started talking to me, one of the first things he told me is that "i am not gay". ha. (sorry if this embarasses you michael. you know i love you and i loved loved loved spending some unexpected time with you today & this weekend was fantastic. sorry i was mean... it means im happy)

it's been a great weekend for food, let me tell you that.

i am becoming increasingly aware that i have two papers in two weeks, i have three finals in three days, and i have a red eye flight that will keep me in small spaces for a good sixteen hours. hot damn. i had to pack up more dvds.

it's raining. it's may. i've been waiting to break out my white tank top for over a month now.

i wish that michael was awake so i could update the pictures on myspace.

grey's anatomy is bomb ass. so is er. i'm surrounded by nursing and bio majors, my favorite tv shows feature at least one character who is a doctor, i cant hang around people who are politics majors... but whenever they do those bloody close ups it's frightening. weak stomach.