It's a beautiful day

Have you ever been to Ireland, computer?

I'm pretty sure I went there yesterday.

I left for home at around noon yesterday and I'm so glad because the sky was bright blue, it was like 70 degrees and the hills were BRIGHT green.

Windows down, sunroof back, blasting nothing but good happy music.

The kind that just makes you think and be amazed at life.

I even got off the I-5 a few times just to drive around and experience new places.

It was a gorgeous day. 

I was pleased. 

Not to mention every tree was in bloom.

Have you ever seen cherry trees in spring?

How about almond trees?

We have almond trees and they have hundreds of white blossoms.

They look like something out of a wedding magazine.

Anywho, they were every where and made the drive even more beautiful.

I can't get over yesterday.

I wish someone was there with me to share it.

Maybe there were other people driving who were just as in awe as I was.

I hope so.

On the flip side, 24 hours later I'm in San Diego visiting friends. 

Oh the city.

So not as pretty.

Well, in some ways, but not many.

We're going to take a tour of S.D. tomorrow.

I hope tomorrow is as nice as yesterday.

I'm sorry.

I keep talking about yesterday, but I just can't get over it!

Anyways, San Diego.

The beach better be rad.

I need some new music.

Good music.

I mean I love what I have . . . but I want more.

So greedy.

Oh no

This is how boring it is here.












Save me.

sub-lime

In the spirit of rain I decided to bake last night.
I think because rain is cold and baking is warm . . .
Plus, it was the Oscars so naturally you need to have good food while watching, right?

Well, I went to the store to get all of the proper ingrediants and do you know what happened?
I'll tell you.
Some little boy thought it would be a good idea to drop kick a lime, and it hit me in the face.
Let me tell ya, it was a big lime.
It hurt.


It's sunny today.
That's nice.
I might go running.
Or go to trader joes.
We shall see where the day leads me, eh?

52

It has been fifty two days since I last held my camera . . . and I am dying without it.

I lent it to someone and they have yet to return it.

F.Y.I taking mental pictures instead of real ones, SUCKS.

Just go, man.

I woke up this morning after a long night of The Office reruns, ate breakfast, and left.
I didn't know where I was going, but I just drove.
I didn't even have my normal morning cup o' coffee ritual.
That's how bad I needed to leave.

First I went north.

I ended up on the 12 heading towards Sonoma/Napa.
Never actually went to Napa, but I did go to Sonoma and not only is it absolutely beautiful there, but the drive is breathtaking.
After only a half and hour in my car, I found myself surrounded by bright green hills full of vineyards and a tunnel of oak trees over the road.
I swear it was right out of some book I probably haven't read.

And then I went south.
Ended up in Berkeley.
Got some coffee (finally) and hung outside a cafe, people watching.
Well, more like hippy watching. It was great.

When I got home, I was only there for about an hour, just to eat.
Then I was gone again.
I walked across the street to the movie theater and saw Fools Gold. It was so so.
Then after that was finally over I walked directly across the hallway to watch Definitely, Maybe (which I just realized why it's called that. It's not as obvious as it seems) which was surprisingly enough a pretty good movie.
It's hard to find those these days.
And yes, I did cheat the system and only pay for one of the two movies I saw. Sue me.

I wasn't looking for anything in particular today, but I found a lot.
It was a good day.

When the lights go down in the city

Okay, so, I have decided that the day after Valentines Day is so much better than the actualy holiday. I think I'm going to start celebrating FebRUary (such a wierd R) 15th instead of the 14th because then you're not surrounded by cranky/and or twitterpated people dressed in the appropriate colors.

I finally went to S.F. yesterday with Sandra and Sonae and we had a blast. An absolute ball.
Well, at least I did.
We bought too much, we ate too much, we walked too much, we paid too much. It was perfect.

There were these really cool hearts in Union Sqaure that I was taking pictures of and this extremely creepy/scruffy guy came up to us after this couple took our picture and asked to see the pic.
Naturally, being the sweet-hearted dumb girls we are, we let him see it. . . and then he opened his mouth, and this is what he said:

"Whoa, dude, do you want me to take another one of you girls? Are you going into Victoria's Secret right there? It's really pink and there's a spot where you can see the girls changing in the dressing room! Want me to show you? By the way I really like your hair."

We were gone.

And heading to Haight and Ashbury. I could've stayed there all day. We had the best dinner at this place call gobble and squat.
I got my nose pierced.
Talked to some homeless guys.

Oh and then, when we were heading home, my super smart roommate told me to go down this road and we ended up on a "cable car only" road that came to a dead end and had a rotating deck to turn the trolly's around. . . we got stuck on it.
It was amazing. But another car had followed us so we weren't alone.

I was sad when we left. Goodbye city. My second love.
Not really. More like my second home.

All in all it was a splendid trip full of excitment and a lot of funny/classic pictures.

We're going again next weekend.

Get me outta here

Tomorrow I am going to San Francisco and . . . I'm ecstatic.

I realized how much I hate Rohnert Park today when I was driving home from gettting my oil changed.

I wanted to go back to my apartment and lay in the sun because it was such a beautiful day, but since the driving and turning lanes on the roads were designed by a nut, I had to turn right instead of left and there were so many cars and so little room that they wouldn't let me over.
So left I went. . . and was angry.
Angry at the other drivers.
The schizophrenic that painted the road lanes.
The town.
My car.
Everyone.

So much so, that at the next stop light I started screaming, like, literally screaming.
Only to realize the guy next to me was totally watching me.
I think I completely turned him off to women. Go me.

Took me forever to finally turn around and go the direction I wanted and by the time I got home to go soak up those golden rays . . . I was over it.
I ate lunch instead.

My day sucked even more when a man delivered the biggest box you had ever seen to my doorstep.
It was full of roses and thinking it was magically for me I frantically looked for a name . . . and I found it.
It was to Sara, my roommate, from her boyfriend of 1 month. Puh-LEEZ!!!!!!

I would still be peeing my pants right now if that was for me and you know what?
Her pants are dry!!!!

However, I did get a charming little heart-fluttering gift this afternoon.

A parking ticket.



See. This is why I need to leave. None of this petty, small town, jibber jabber. . . whatever THAT is.

So if your in the mood for some S.F. shopping, dinning and dancing, you should join us computer.
Because I would love to see a fresh face.

I really need some ice cream but I can still feel my dinner sitting at the top of my stomach.

(sigh) See what a little venting can do? I already feel better.

Too young to die!!!!

Computer, I am loosing it.

I'm sitting on the floor of my room with every possible effing door shut and I can hear one of my roommates eating chips in the living room . . . and it is disolving every last bit of sanity I have left in my body. . . and that's not a lot.

I swear if one more thing sets me off, heads will roll.


. . . I mean do people really not know how to chew with their mouths shut? or go in the other room when you're yelling on the phone? or flush a toilette?

They're driving me up a wall. One of which I'm about ready to plow right through and run far far away. . . .


I need a dog.



Am I being too much of a girl? A bit high maintenance? Because I'm not.
I just have a thing for common sense. That's all.

I used to think I was a little on the "dumb blonde" side, but here? I'm friggin' Bill Gates.

Jesus, please come and take me now. Before I explode and kill other people with my shrapnel.





ARGH.





hahaha. girls are so dumb.

Thanks for letting me vent computer. I O U.

Peace out girl scout.

You know when you're dreaming and in your dream, you know you're dreaming?
Did that make any sense?
Anyways, I did that about 3 times in my dream cycle last night/this morning, but they were three different dreams. . . and I don't remember what they were about.

What's wierd is whenever I lay my head down to go to bed, as soon as my head hits the pillow all of my dreams from the night before flash back.
It's the craziest thing.

So anywho, today was pretty good.
On my run this morning, some little kid was following me on his little 50 dirt bike and when I finished he said word for word, "Dang girl! You run fast!" and sped off.
I yelled at him "I like your bike!!!" but I'm not sure if he heard me.
He must have been only 8 or 9.
I was flattered.

I went to Santa Rosa and spent 4 hours at Barnes and Noble.
I bought 4 books. One of which was a bible entirely made of duct tape.
It's the best thing ever because I'm always throwing my books around.
I walked downtown among all of these restaurants, pubs and stores and it was so nice.
There were white christmas lights everywhere and people milling about.
Too bad I was all by myself!
But I discovered that we have a 3 way crosswalk; you can cross it normally or diagonally and it even verbally tells you when to cross . . . in case you're a REAL idiot. . . . or blind.

I'm trying to get all of us girls to go there for lunch and maybe a little window shopping but they all have to work.
And plus we're going on a hike tomorrow morning so I might be going to lunch with me, myself and I.

You should come with me computer.
You home-body you.

Waiting

Change of plans computer,

Frisco is going to be next saturday, the 16.
I guess the homeless people will have to wait.

I watch Serendipity again yesterday.
I never seem to get enough from that movie.
Secretly, I think I'm wishing for that kind of "fate" or "destiny" to happen in my life.
Don't get me wrong, I love my life.
It just seems so . . . . . . . predictable sometimes.
I've never been the predictable sort.
I need adventure, excitment . . . risk, chance.


That adrenaline feeling is outstanding.


But while we're on the subject of change,
We're going to see my friend in S.D. in a couple of weeks.
That should be fun.
Ha, there's going to be 6 of us in her little bitty apartment, probably all in sleeping bags on her floor.
That reminds me, I still haven't gotten my sleeping bag from camp yet.
I really hope they still have it. That would suck if they didn't.

I really need to go to practice tomorrow.
I can feel my boobs growing, rejecting my bras because they're suddenly to small because of my lack of cardio.

Ugh. The trials of being female.

Hey computer! If you're ever bored, you mind want to find this band and tap into some free downloads for you and me. They're called Rodrigo y Gabriella. Or better yet, watch them on youtube. wow.

Alexa. Out.

Music and Wrinkles

So computer,

Yesterday, my inconciderate roommates and I recieved a notice on our door from our apartment office stating that we play our music too lound and that our neighbors were complaining and we were in violation of some LAME policy. . . .

First off, how awesome is it that our first warning is about our music.
I mean, that rocks. No pun intended.
Second, how selfish can you be??!!
OBVIOUSLY there was proof that we were clearly enjoying ourselves with some bumpin' tunes that made us happy. . . wouldn't you think that would make them happy to know they had happy neighbors?
I guess not.

Secretly, I think they were just upset that we didn't invite them over to share the bliss. You know, taste the rainbow. . . . and possibly take part in a fantastic dance party.

In other news this evening,
Ironing longsleve shirts is hard because there is no possible way to get the sleeves completely wrinkle free. It's just useless.
If your ever bored, computer, you should try it. . . well, if you had arms.

The girls and I are going to San Fran on Saturday. I can't wait. I need to leave this tiny town they call "Rohnert Park".
It's too small.
I need the hustle and bustle of the big city, the cranky drivers, the awesome homeless people (I swear they're famous).
I feel like I'm dying here.

. . . but I'm not. Sorry, I sound so sad and gloomy.
Life's not that bad. And if it is, you can always make it better.
After all, it is yours.

I think I'll go to Coldstones now.
MMMMMMM.

buenos dias computer,

Did you sleep well?
I did, so well infact, I decided to not go running this morning (gasp!)
Yesterday's drive was very interesting:

It rained on and off for 5 hours and sometimes I had to drive 15 mph because no one could see.
I saw 7 rainbows, one of which was a double. I hope that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian. But I think I would know if I was. I'm very not.
I was hit on by 2 very large mexicans in a Wendy's. Extremely uncomfortable.
I was also involved in a high speed chase in Berkley.

Well, I was kind of just one of the cars that the cops and the car they were chasing weaved around.

It was still pretty sweet.

Shrink, Shrink, Blinkity Blink

(start beat boxing, computer)

I wanna go to bed,
But I can't stop my head,
From thinking all these things,
When I should be having dreams

You better plug your ears,
Cuz I really can't rhyme,
I'm so not tired,
Gosh look at the time!

Today my grandpa turned
75
That's a long time to
be alive

I think I'm getting sick,
There's snot in my throat
It's so annoying
and really "get's my goat" . . . .?

I should've rhymed that
with another word,
today our cat brought
in a dead bird

I really hate cats
I'd rather have a big dog
cats make me sneeze
. . . this is such a lame blog!

I'm gonna try and get a
good song in my head
which will probably help me
finally get to bed

Le Photographie, Oui

Good afternoon computer,

I'm talking to you now because I'm going out to dinner with my fam for my G-pa's birthday. The big 75.
Anywho, I know why I love the rain so much.
It's because you get rad pictures.
I get completely snap happy when it rains.
Here's proof:



And the work:












just food for thought.

http://www.flickr.com/people/runlex/

I have a disease, Computer.

Or rather a curse: I'm not happy unless the people around me are happy.
And it sucks.
I'll spend the rest of the day trying to cheer them up nomatter how grueling or pointless it is. WHY? . . . absolutely no idea.

Maybe I'm an optomist, maybe I'm selfish, maybe I'm and idiot. I don't know.

Sometimes I'll do that to strangers too.

Like right now, there's this. . . person. We know of each other but we don't know each other. And they seem so sad, computer. They have so much life but they never seem to enjoy it. I'm too afraid to talk to them . . . let alone look at them. But I pray. All the time. I hope it's working.

Anyways, I'll probably miss the superbowl on sunday cuz I'll be driving back to school. . . again.

I might stop by Hume, since it's right on my way, to pick up my sleeping bag. That's if weather allows.

I love this rain. My mom swears it's because it's my middle name. Did you know that? . . . I don't think you did.
Anywho, it just makes me feel good. It makes me want to be with people. It kind of makes you realize that everyone is equal.
Everyone gets wet, no one looks glamorous, and everyone is in the same situation striving for the same goal: stay dry.

An then you get to go home, curl up . . . maybe take a hot shower and then curl up, watch movie with starbucks in hand and then when you go to sleep all warm and cozy, the rain is your lullabye.

Too bad your just a computer. You can't do any of that.

Wow, I just read everything I typed and I think I should write these out before I post 'em.

Oh well, night.