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| I haven't updated in a very long time. I could talk about how I'm slightly intoxicated after having a couple drinks with my mom. Or I could talk about how I got stood up tonight by a guy from high school that I've been dating for a month. Or how I'm waiting for him to bring up the inevitable conversation about dating exclusively (even though I'm not dating anyone else which makes me feel like a loser). Or I could talk about how this is a make or break year for me...and so far it's breaking me. I could ramble on about anything I want because I'm drunk and this is my xanga.
I think I'll tell you a true story about my fear of bees.
A couple days ago, I was driving with my mother down a busy highway in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I see what looks like a giant black ball of fluff fly into my window. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye, so in my head I'm questioning whether or not I saw anything in the first place. And if I did, was it inside my car? Or did it hit the window? (the window was halfway open). So...I look over to my mom and ask her to look by my feet and check if anything just flew in the window. I'm driving bare foot because I was wearing heels and every girl knows not to drive in heels. Anyway, my mom doesn't even bother to look and assures me there is nothing there. All of a sudden, I felt something tickle my toe. I scream and yell at my mom to look down and tell me if there's something there. She screams and tells me to pull over. Now at this point, I'm totally freaking out. There is something by my feet and I cannot pull over because I am going about 70 miles an hour on a one lane highway and there are many cars behind me. And then...I saw heaven....also known as a stop sign. Once I slowed down enough, I swerved onto the shoulder, slammed on the breaks, put the car in park, and jumped out screaming along with my mother. Every car that drove by us looked at us like we had just escaped some sort of mental institution, but we didn't care at the time. Some random guy was nice enough to stop and ask us if we were alright. He saw my moms tears from laughter, and my tears from...just freaking out (i'm allergic to bees)....and he offered to get it out for us. Thanks again stranger.
Note to self: Never drive down Carpenter road with my window open.
P.S...do you know how hard it is to get back on a highway once you've pulled over? Um...not fun.
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| Hmmm.... To move to Modesto, or not to move to Modesto.... That is the life changing question... You know, I crave stability, but at the same time, it scares me to death. I think I subconsciously chase chaos, stress, and hassle because it's what I'm used to dealing with on a daily basis. I don't know how to be calm and "normal".
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| OH MY GOD.
Please tell me I'm not turning into....her.
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| Oh boy it feels good to be home. My clothes are all over my living room floor waiting to be organized before Prison Break starts, but I am waaaay too lazy.
So, most of you have probably heard about the fires down here near LA. Well, one of them was very close to our apartment and it scared the crap out of me! Our apartment smelled like smoke for 3 days, my car was covered in ash every morning, my balcony is filthy, and my swimming pool is completely black. I feel extremely sorry for the people that lost their homes and it scares me to know that the fire was only 10 minutes away from my apartment.
Speaking of disasters, I have this funky feeling about the next major earthquake. There have been so many "signs" that I've been catching this past week and it's starting to really scare me lol. Let's just say I'm taking it seriously and there's an emergency backpack by my front door already =X Better safe than sorry...
I have my Christmas decorations up in my apartment already! The tree is only 2 feet tall, but it's beautiful! Only thing missing is the lights I'm gonna put on the balcony, but I need to clean the ash first....
I was thinking about planning a trip to SC either at the end of this month, or beginning of next. I hate Santa Clara, but hopefully I'll never have to see it again after next year. My sister is buying a house in Patterson, so I wont really have a reason to visit SC anymore. I would want to go to see 1-2 old friends, but they never make the time to visit me. It's a two way street...literally.
If I don't post again before Thanksgiving (and I probably wont since I don't even know when it is), Happy Thanksgiving!!!
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| Well, this is my last night in England until September 2009....
Gotta wake up at 5am tomorrow to catch my flight....Should be in LA by 3:00pm Saturday.
I am so excited! I love airports....absolutely everything about them. And I cannot wait to get back into the LA nightlife....
I don't even know what to say right now....I'm just so excited!
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