My feet are cold.

I feel good because I drafted a proclamation stating that on December 10th, San Francisco will be a city of ONE as part of the ONE campaign to end poverty in the world.

Today I met President Theodore Roosevelt's great-great grandson. I almost had sushi with him, too. Sushi sounds HELLA good, though. I made away with two mini Dasani waters Instead, I tried to make spaghetti with chicken meatballs, but the meatballs wouldnt adhere. I have a venti & a chocolate cluster... because Michael ate most of the one I had on Sunday.

Steph wants bread.

The wishlist is coming up soon. I'm trying to figure out if I have too many options or too little. Nine things so far, and three are gift cards.

Janelle was withholding the pan de sal all this time.

Eff the East Coast. I always wonder what it'd be like if I was there, but... I'm COLD. 55 degrees, windows on three walls.

Reheated coffee... mmm.

I love how both me & the bestfriend are going back & forth between the Kings game & One Tree Hill. Actually, he's tivoing one of them. He told me that the game was on FSN and I checked the channel that it was on but over here it's the Home Shopping Network and they were selling SCURRRRRY Cabbage Patch Dolls.

Halftime.

I like how a lot of things, like Vitamin Water and watermelon scented SoftSoap, is a dollar @ Albertson's.

Presentation... Quiz... 15 pg paper... Politics Final... 15 page Dance Final... History Final... position paper... critical book review 1, 5 pages... critical book review 2, 5 pages...

it used to freak me out more. i think it will soon. i'm hella going to bs the presentation tomorrow. not really, but i don't feel like putting in the 110%. Maybe the coffee will encourage me.

It's CRAB SEASON. MMM. Sorry Michael (MMMMM-MIKE!! LOL!!!)

Hello.

My impending decreased levels of iron (read: . ) has caused me to eat the household clean. Sort of. I made basil & mushroom french bread pizza. I cut corners... sauce from a jar.

I've never had so many red marks on a paper... with such a high grade at the end. The red marks made me sad... it totally didn't feel like I got the grade I did. Red hurts. Teachers shouldn't use red... pink, purple, green. Although with the way my paper got marked up, I'd probably feel hurt by any colour that he chose. And he's my favourite teacher this semester, too. It was all constructive criticism, tho.

It's dangerous having ice cream in the house. But that's why there are no cookies. And pastries. Hot damn, pastries.

Five days of classes left. Five papers due within the next... three weeks. Three finals.

And then what? WORK. in San Jose.

Turning 21 in two months, but everything else before then seems to be coming up so quickly... except for Hawaii. The good comes slowly, the bad comes quickly.

Glad I didn't go to DC (as if it was my choice!)... this cannot be 56 degrees. Michael, I know I threaten to study law back East, but I'm a big weather pansy so I doubt that'll ever happen.

I want jewelry for Christmas but I'm very particular about the kind of jewelry I pick out for myself so I don't want to ask... call me strange, but Target and Express are my favourites for it. I wish I could go ahead with Christmas shopping but the only free time I seem to have is on weekends and after my debacle last year, I refuse to try to Christmas shop on weekends. I have a friends & family discount for Macy's, too. boo.

Going to go figure out how to cook with ground chicken, eventually...

i had a great thanksgiving weekend... loved every free second of it...

and now i am dearly paying for it... two books must be read by wednesday... presentation on thursday... paper due tuesday... final on next friday (which will be FOUR YEARS for me & michael)... there's another quiz in there somewhere...

yes. all the play and none of the work. i will actually have to sacrifice dear sleep for this now. where the hell is my umbrella, it's going to rain tomorrow!!

it's one forty five in the morning. this is very atypical of me. i think i will read... whatever 246 minus 128 is... crap, 118 pages. maybe, maybe not. where is my umbrella???

goodnight.