San Francisco and some cat pee

Luckily the six hour drive (which turned into much more after we stopped a million times) didn't feel so long. We got fresh strawberries, walnuts, and dried cherries along the way. They were delicious. We checked into our hotel and it was much nicer than we expected. Then, just as we were getting ready to go out for some dinner, maybe try to find a drag show, I realized that there was some wetness in my bag. Fucking cat pee. Seriously. A fucking cat peed in my luggage. Not even ON my luggage. INSIDE MY BAG! Some dumb cat (probably Ronald Weasley) waited until the coast was clear, cocking his little orange head to the side, saw his golden opportunity and did it. All this time he has been sitting at home, probably with a smirk on his face, just knowing that in a couple hours I would find his lovely gift. What an asshole. I hope I can get a new sweater out of this.

Jesus and frozen yogurt

Tonight we (Caylee Christner and Claire Kobren) went out for ice cream before starting our Sex and the City marathon. Instead we went to Pinkberry. It was delicious (and embarrassing because for some reason Nadia from Pinkberry remembers my name). While we enjoyed our fro-yo, including the new chocolate shavings, we saw a nice dog outside. We said "Hello," to him when we left. On our way back to the car, stopped at a cross walk, a couple of men approached us. These were no ordinary men. They had Christian literature and really wanted us to take it. One of them had a nasty harelip scar (Caylee just admitted that that was the only thing she looked at the whole time). After accepting their pamphlets and the fact that we couldn't really walk away until the light changed, we faced the men. Poor weak Caylee practically invited these men right in to harass us, mainly her. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ?" he asked. Caylee said she did, I nodded. THEN this man got all crazy and was asking stuff like, "Would you go to Heaven or Hell if you died right now?" We told him we would definitely go to Heaven, duh. Finally the light changed. I tugged Caylee but that slick son of a bitch said, "I'll walk with you." He just kept asking Caylee what Jesus did for her. She was not prepared for these questions. After a bunch of Christian propaganda (including a "ticket to heaven" daring you to rip up the paper if you didn't need it that proved to be unrippable) and instructions to follow "the roman map" the men backed off. Caylee was convinced the man was going to pull a gun out of his pocket and shoot her just to teach her a lesson about Heaven and Hell. We didn't end up watching any Sex and the City.

i've forgotten what it's like to hear out of my left ear. for the past week/week and a half, i've felt unbalanced and all sounds going to my left ear have been muffled. this could be caused by damage to the cochlea's hair cell receptors or problems with the system that conducts sound waves to the cochlea. i hope it's neither. i've tried yawning, cleaning my ears, and just everything to get the full use of my ear back. but nothing works. this was written a long time ago but i forgot about it. i think i have complete hearing in both my ears now.

Coming to terms with failure

I wish I could get mad when I need to. I'd like to be the kind of person who can just blow up in the right situation. Yesterday I encountered an "attack" of sorts that made me realize I never get angry when I should. I was walking down a crowded hallway at school on my way out. Suddenly I saw one boy maliciously shove his friend directly into me. This is not an exaggeration. I literally watched this boy shove him AT me. Luckily the shovee was an athletic looking boy and agile enough to catch himself, only bumping me a little. However, I was completely prepared for this human object to knock right into me. I had my eyes squeezed closed and my arms out in defense. I ended up getting smacked into the lockers next to me. In complete survival mode, I mentally checked all of my bones and internal organs for damage. I got the green light and continued to walk on by even as a few people around looked at me in shock. It wasn't until I was at the end of the hallway that I realized that this was no innocent occurrence. I saw the look on that boy's face. He was trying to push his friend into ME. I was pretty sure he didn't intend to hurt me but probably just embarrass his friend. Still. Five minutes too late, I was angry as hell. I briefly considered turning around and yelling at that boy. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!!?" Maybe I would even punch him just so he knew how I felt. I realized I had no idea who this boy was or what he looked like. What was I going to do? Go yell at every black boy in a blue sweat shirt until I got a good reaction? Not a good idea. Besides, I'm not even sure if I'm capable of such a thing. You know, exacting revenge on a stranger. This might be the trait I like least about myself. Why can't I yell at some boy who just caused great trauma in my life? I should probably watch some more Bad Girls Club if I ever want to be a real bad ass bitch.

Christmas, finally.

Today is Christmas, our Lord and Savior's birthday. Caylee got every single season of Sex and the City on dvd. I got Arrested Development. We love TV. To celebrate our success in the gift department we went to the park, despite the below zero temperature. 

Then we went to Denny's for hot chocolate but didn't buy any. 

We're the only ones still here

Southern California isn't supposed to be this cold. I shouldn't be able to see my breath in the afternoon and I should be able to wear shorts year round. It's all wrong. It's only the 18th of December and I'm already sick of hot chocolate. Here's to a long, cold winter.

back2 good.

i really have nothing to say. i don't know why i opened this. i'm going to write about things on my bed. the first thing i see is a pile of about 5 tanky tops from old navy. my grandma gave them to me the other day. one is brown, one is black, one is white, one is brown, and one is (i don't know). the best thing on my bed (my macbook doesn't count because it's on my lap) is dinah, my raccoon. derek bracho paid for us to play a shark game at knott's berry farm (thank you, derek). it's really cute. also, andrew got me a cute polar bear. i have a pair of shorts on my bed and a dvd with wall-e on it. there are a few dirty shirts i wore to school today on my bed. and some really good deodorant i bought at the dollar store yesterday. a package of ritz crackers (half eaten) beside an empty bowl that was once filled with tuna are sitting right next to my leg. good night, gh0stworld.   uh ohhhh