FINALLY!

FI - NA- LLY!!!!!!

OMG!

OMG!

IT!

RAINED!


. . . .


I had to get that out.
I'm so happy.
Like.
SO
happy.

There is nothing better than a full day of rain on the weekend when you have nothing to do but sit in sweat pants and soak up the glory of God via the rain.

It's the best.

Ben and I talked and talked and planned and planned about how on the first rain of the season, we're going hiking.
Cuz that was the first thing he and I ever did just the two of us.
Kind of our first date? Maybe? Unofficial?

But yeah, so I wake up the morning after halloween (sooo tired) and I should be all groggy and stuff but no. I run down the hall to Ben's room, jump on his bed to wake him up and tell him is pouring out and just as he looks at me with that "why . . . the hell . . . are you jumping . . . on me." look, . . . . . he knows.

And then he jumps up!

And then spontaneously we walk outside and down the street to the doughnut shop to get coffee and also get soaked.

Naturally we were like "yeah! we're goin' on a hike today! whoo hoo!" . . . . nope.

we stayed inside.
happy as could be.
wii'ing.
He dominated me at pool and duck hunting.
I kicked his butt at golf and fishing.

good day.
good day.

Maybe we'll do that hike . . . next time.

. . .

Maybe.

Dreams are dreams

Computer . . . do you ever have a dream that when you wake up you're like,

" . . . oh no!! That wasn't REAL??? But it was so good!!!" . . .

Well, have you?

. . . can you even have dreams???

No offense but that really isn't my problem because unlike you I CAN dream and last night was (just for you mich) SO GOOD!

I'm not going to tell you what it was about because I think that would ruin it.

But it was way good and then I woke up . . . . and tried to go back to sleep and finish my wonderful dream . . . but I couldn't.

And then I went on with my day.

Daydreaming of my nightdream.
Trying to further it without making it seem unbelievable . . . as it already was.


. . .


The other day I saw the sweetest thing . . .

"oh-oo-oh the sweetest thing"

If you get that.

You are cool.

Anywho, I was walking to class and coming up behind me I heard a very normal conversation.
I think it was about school. . .
But then I noticed that the coversers were rapidly approaching me from behind just based on the sound.

And when they passed me, that's when I cracked a big fat smile.

It was a guy in an electric wheelchair pulling a girl in a regular wheelchair (the hard kind!) and she was just holding on to the back of his chair and they were just chit chatting away.

It honestly broke my heart.
In a good way.


Is that a bad thing?
That I make a big deal out of handicaped people?
Or is it a good thing because I actually acknowledge them as human beings unlike others do?
IDK.

I'd like to think I'm doing the right thing.



. . . .


I feel like snowboarding.

Anyone?

I love to laugh

You know what's funny?

Commercials.

You know that "Tide" commercial where that guy is at a job interview and has that stain on his shirt?
And every time the guy speaks his stain goes "blahsphlksditaliuoijhgoaiur5k!" . . . ?

I think that is a hillarious comercial.

So funny.

Makes me laugh.

Unlame

You know how in high school (and probably currently) you thought "gee, V.C. is such a lame school. So boring and predictable."



It's so not lame.

It's like,



. . . unlame.



Yeah it can get a little ghetto.

Like yesterday I realized that all the different races hang out in different parts of the campus.

Just like in high school.



The football players (mostly African American) hang out in front of the student store.

The Hispanics hang out on the side of the Library by the new admin office.

And my FAVORITE people (who I'm convinced are their own race), the artists, hang out by that snack shack by the science building.



Isn't that strange?

Like their too afraid to mix 'n mingle or something.

Gosh! It's almost like they just got out of high school.

Oh wait . . .



But anywho, my point was that V.C. is unlame because of the lame people.

. . . so it like cancels out.

Like math.



Am I really using a math reference when I clearly have strong hatred towards it?



Yes.



But the lame people are only so because they choose to be.

The unlame people?

The artists.



I had a horrible morning this morning so far.
I was on my way to school to take a chem quiz, realized I was literally running on empty and when I pulled into the gas station, my card would work ANYWHERE and I couldn't get cash out.

So I was on pins and needles trying to get to school so I wouldn't miss my test and I ran out right in front of a shell station. . . if you don't believe in God, you should.

Anyways Ben came, bought me gas, went to my test barely ontime and when I came out, there were the artists.
Immidiately my day was better.

They are always playing music, guitar, singing, one kid brought his violen today.

And they're GOOD! It's so amazing.

I would love to see the other "groups" get involved in, like, a freestyle with them.

Could you imagine two guys going at it with the violen dude in the background?

I would pay money to see that.

Oh wait. I can't. My card doesn't work. Because my bank is an idiot face.

Crisp?

Finally!
It feels like fall!!!
Yesssssss.

Ben and I were in his front yard and I was like "It's so cool and crisp out".
And he's all "What exactly does crisp mean?".

I'm thinking it means not only is it really cool out but the air is clean and clear.
Crisp! Right?

Just, like, cool and clean.

And he says it just means cool or cold.

I kept bugging him saying, "It feels like Halloween! It feels like fall!"

I don't know about you computer, but I love this time of year.
I don't know if it's because the holidays are around the corner or if it's just because it means I get to wear the same pair of jeans for a week and nobody will know as long as I change up my jackets . . . it doesn't really matter.

They're both good reasons.

And BABIES!

OH THE BABIES!

I feel like I'm completely surrounded by babies.
Not like that's a bad thing, but . . . it freaks me out.

Like pregnancy is contagious . . . and I might catch the BUG.

Wouldn't that be weird if that's how you got pregnant? You wouldn't need guys anymore now would ya!

Anyways, here are some things that have popped up lately.

Katie had her baby.
Alyssa's sister is due with her 3rd kid any day now . . .
My lab partner is 3 months pregnant . . .
The girl I sit next to in chem is 3 months pregnant . . .
My friend at work is 6 months pregnant . . .
My cousin is 3 months pregnant . . .
Ben's sister is 3 months pregnant . . .
My mom and her boyfriend keep talking about being GRANDPARENTS . . .

I mean. . . really. Seriously?

I'm way excited for when the babies come.
It'll be so exciting.

But dang.

This just proves that I'm in even LESS of a hurry to "grow up".

But on the less freaky side. . .

Ojai Day is almost here!!!!

Actually . . .

Ojai day is pretty freakish.


I've tried convincing Ben to go to Ojai Day.
He's not budging.
I even tried bribing him with the tri-tip sandwiches they have.

He thought about it . . .

for a second . . .

but still refused.

It might be better that he doens't come.
If he did he would probably just complain the whole time which would ruin the fun.

And who wants ruined fun.

It should be a good weekend.

Can't Think of a Clever Title

Alright.

I'm ready.

I'm so ready for fall.

For rain. 

The cold.

Not getting to class completely sweaty because of how hot it is . . .

Not having to continuously re-apply deoderant throughout the day. . .

So ready.

I think I just feel more comfortable in the fall/winter because you bundle up and keep warm. . .

maybe it's a comfort thing? 

Or just a relaxing thing.

hmm.

. . . 

Went for a run yesterday on the beach.

Barefoot.

Was so nice.

Peacefull.

Makes you think a lot.

Feels good.

Then I got home.

Couldn't walk very well cuz my feet hurt.

I thought to myself, "Self, why are your feet hurting?"

Self said, "I don't know. Why don't you just look at your feet?"

I thought,"Good idea self. You're so smart."

So I looked at my feet and there they were: blisters. 

But not just you're run o' the mill blisters. 

BIG DADDIES. 

One under each big toe COVERING the bottom of that toe and one the size of a quater on the ball of my right foot.

Then I thought to myself, "Nevermind self. You're dumb.  So, so, so dumb."

Realizations

There's this kid at school.
I would say he's mentally challenged but the only reason I would say that is because he has trouble speaking clearly.
Maybe he's just deaf.
If he was deaf that would be even cooler! You'll see why in a couple of sentences.

I LOVE this kid.

He's this Mexican kid with spikey hair, braces and he carries a guitar and is always wearing his iPod and headphones.
I love him!
I don't know if he has any classes because I only see him in front of the cafeteria . . . singing.
At the top of his lungs, totally off pitch, not understanding a word he's saying. . . .

. . . and it's beautiful.

Whenever I walk past there I always hope he's there. Singing.

Today was an absolute treat.
I was in the library on one of the computers and someone sits down at the computer next to me and hits the side of the desk making a "clunnnnggggg" noise.
It was a guitar.
All of the sudden this big screen of a music video of the backstreet boys pops up on their screen . . .

and there feet start tapping.

It was him!

He sat next to ME! Of all people!

He occasionally would talk to me, asking if I was talking to friends when I was e-mailing people. Or asking me If I was buying clothes when I was looking at urban outfitters online.

And always with a smile full of braces.

It took me a couple tries to fully understand what he was saying. But he was so cool to watch.

Now you know why it'd be way cool if he was deaf cuz he's so into music.



Then I started thinking: "I would be totally self concious if I was watching the backstreet boys in a public lab. "

More people should try and be like him.


My mind has been very open lately.
And when I say lately I mean for the last 2 or 3 months or so.
To me that's a long time. Usually if I was feeling that way, it would be a week long phase.
Well . . . this is a long phase. . . but I don't think it is one.

I'm pretty sure it's life.
Or God.
But, God gives me life so . . .
It's God.

God is telling me to chill out and look around.
And who better to chill out and people watch with than God, right?

Word.

Day by day I feel like I become fearless.
Of what's ahead.

Like I'm ready to take it on . . . but I can wait.


I'm watching "Fringe" right now.

So cool.

Now THAT opens your mind.

Fox channel, tuesdays, 9pm.

Be there.

Or be unaware.


Oh. My grandpa ate almost all of my coldstone ice cream.
You know, the big container type.
That costs $12.
He didn't even use a bowl.
Just right out of the carton.

I'm gonna go devour the rest of it so he won't eat anymore.

Proactive is my middle name.