Notice that I called Santa Barbara home? Today I traveled from home, to home. I think the difference is that San Diego is more of a "this place is nice to go to because I have a lot of memories and my friends and family live here" home. Santa Barbara is where my life currently happens, so I guess that means it's home too.

I took a short detour off the freeway on my way home today so I could see the Ataris' Blue Skies sign up close. It was standing at the entrance to a trailer park, much to my surprise, and I have to admit that it looks much prettier at night with its bright blue neon lights. I just stuck my Ataris pillow, courtesy of Debbie, in my backseat because I felt like it belonged there with my Hankerchicks pillow. Anyway, it's not like I use my backseat. I think the Blue Skies sign on the pillow was smiling at the real life sign out the window as I drove by. There are some things that will never cease to bring back good memories and make me happy. Blue Skies is one of them. So is the "Santa Barbara next 12 exits" sign. Broken hearts? Well, they don't make me happy. But I guess they're all part of the game.

I'm petrified. My hands are tied. I'm in the waiting place. I am almost completely powerless. I don't think i've ever been more frustrated.

This is my week of hell and I have a cold. WOW. If you're in town I'd love to hang out with you, but sometime after 8:00 Thursday night :) Until then I shall be locked in my room alone without contact to the outside world. That's the plan at least. UGH! Wish me luck.

It's just like high school.

I'm sitting here in my room in the middle of the night, shooting evil glances at my silent cell phone, writing theraputic emails to my oldest confidante, listening to slow, low music, and still deciding nothing. The only difference is, nothing can really be decided while i'm 200 miles away from my life. And with that decided, i'm going to bed.

I hate how a day can be going so well. Totally productive and everything and then all of a sudden one little thing just ruins the whole night and takes up a freaking hour when you could have been productive or at least slept. I'm in such a bad mood now and I'll probably be up for another hour without productivity with stuff on my mind. Being human is tough sometimes...

Everyone has Spring Break next week and I'm so jealous! If you're in SD you have to stop by and say hi... and make fun of me cuz I'm studying for tests and you're having fun. *sigh* C'est la vie.

It's finals week, okay? I all have to talk about is school.

I set myself up for some hardcore studying today. And I was studying...for about 3 hours. And now i'm burnt out and I can't do ANYTHING. But i'm going to prove myself wrong and do some studying now I hope. The difficult part is that tomorrow at this time i'll be all done and I just wish I could take both my finals right now so I don't have to get up at 8 tomorrow and write for several hours and then go and fill in some bubbles for another couple hours.

I'm almost done.

Happy Birthday Bobbys!!!

Me, being the overacheiver (read: idiot) that I am, decided to pick a difficult topic for the policy brief i'm doing for my pass-fail Global Studies class. Pass-Fail. Well, it's due tomorrow, i'm on page 5 of 7-10, and I have only just started proposing and refuting one of the three solutions that will compose the meat of the brief. I'm tired and bored already. It's going to be a long night.

I enjoy waking up curled into the pink folds of my pink bed, of my pink familiar bed to find out about the unfamiliarities of life.

Things are never how they seem. This, we have been taught to accept since the beginning of time. We've all been trained and cultured to expect the unexpected, expect life to come as a string of tiny failures, one loop glamourously leading to the next. They've taught us how to deal with the let-downs, how to bear the burdens of daily dissappointments without the risk of possible breakdowns. By now I know the high's and low's of rescuing my own wandering mind from fits of depression and loneliness. The one thing they never taught us is how to cope with perfection and happiness. Gratitude is something that we've had to learn on our own.

Most often, less is more.

Tidbits:

I was at the newspaper office just now, getting my story of all time read over, and my editor offered me a beer. My "no thanks" was followed by loud "boos" from all the editors. I was informed that I had committed an office foul. They have yet to make a daily drinker, chain smoker, no sleeper out of me...

My story of all time will appear in print the day we get back from Spring Break.

I took a tour of the Pentagon on Monday, and unfortunately I am unable to confirm that it is, in fact, shaped like a pentagon. They had a hell of a lot of security, though.

I heard Hilary Clinton speak on Monday, followed by Barbara Boxer, and John McCain. I went to a cool coffee shop bar and had good conversation with good friends as it was snowing outside.

I like Washington D.C. I like journalism. I like my friends. I like Metric. Focus on the other things in my life? I'm trying.

Leaping!

February 29 is Mr. Will Harvie's birthday. People like him only come on special days like that.

The man has changed and continues to change my life. Some kids in my class made him two big poster-size quizzes in a happy birthday flavored, Harvie-licious style (Monica and Nicole induce a current in an attempt to duplicate Mr. Harvie's electrifying smile. Draw the direction of the current and solve...), with comments like "Golden!" "DelMarvelous" and "Fantabulous!" written on them. And we got him a big polar bear (a... white bruin?).

If anyone asks, he's my hero.

So yesterday I was so excited when I found out my accounting class was cancelled that I decided I finally had time to go buy groceries! So I went to the store and just after I entered my Ralphs club card I realized I had left my wallet in my other purse. I had to drive home and get it and then they gave me my groceries. I was embarassed and it sucked :( At least I have food finally!!!