My poor roommate :(. She comes home today and says "I have mono and my grandma died." Poor girl. So instead of moving out Saturday as she planned, she has to fly to Illinois and have her boyfriend and his dad do it for her because she already hired the truck. Meanwhile, I'm continuing my extremely slow move-out process. My room is really beginning to look depressing. I finally finished The Fountainhead last week and I plan on finishing Travels with Charley tonight. Then on to "I am Charlotte Simmons." Exciting, huh?

Driving south on the 101, blasting Ataris Blue Skies and Broken Hearts..., I didn't even realize that I was passing the famous blue skies sign until it was right there off to my left. The sky was blue, the flowers were blooming, the sun was shining in a very summerish sort of way. How perfect is it that I went to college here?

(This is for my girlfriend)

Ahhhhh, summer vacation! Today was day four of summer for me. So far I have laid out, gone swimming, gone shopping with my mom, got my nails done with my mom, washed and waxed my car, and played with the most adorable little 9 kittens. Tomorrow: beach with Raquel.

On a sad note: Jenna has moved out and is in Sac for most of the rest of the summer. She's coming back mid- July so we can go shopping with our moms for new apartment stuff though! I think I'm gonna get to reading The Fountainhead cuz I'm almost finished! I should be done by the end of this week!

Did I mention that I still love you?

If you have been removed, you can be reinstated by emailing me. Thank you for not posting. And then there were three...

Three out of my last four spanish classes have been held outside. We mosey into the Arbor in a big group and congregate in a circle, taking off our shoes and getting comfortable on the grass. The weather is lovely, especially between 1 and 1:50, and my teacher conducts class in a most informal manner. Today we finished the day's presentations, and having 20 mins left in class, we played a moderately clean version of 10 Fingers in broken spanish. The Arbor is swiftly becoming my favorite spot on campus, and this is by far my favorite quarter of spanish.

I'm in the mood to ruthlessly slash anyone who doesn't contribute to half what. I have a feeling that you won't care anyway. Since i'm nice, i'll give you a short grace period to post. If you don't, i'll cut you. You know who you are.

I was biking home from work as the sun was peeking up over the horizon. The air was cool and dry, I was sleepy and, well, HEADLESS. I thought I was safe, being that it was 5 a.m. But apparently assassins are up all night and I was shot in the head as I was walking out of the office. Always carry a gun. Maybe i'll become republican.

Blogger sucks

Why isn't blogger publishing? So freaking annoying. I want to brag about how it's almost summer!!! I only have three days left, then I'm free! Ha, take that UC kids!

okay kids, remember those geometry proofs form high school? i'm bringing them back!

statement: i am dork.

reason: i just found my best friend from second grade and sent her a facebook message, and she sent me one back and friended me, and i'm way excited.

statement: i am screwing myself over.

reason: it's almost midnight, and i've done absolutely no work, and i don't really want to.

therefore, i am a dork who screws herself.

...mrs. carillo would be proud.

Last night Pink Floyd sounded a lot like Scissor Sisters.

I wanted a summer internship at a certain local newspaper. So I called in January, and the human resources director told me to send my resume in April. I called in March, to see what date in April, but she never picked up the phone or got back to me through email. I sent my resume in April. I called last week, and she said the resumes were due in March. I gave her my name and number in the expectation that she'd find my resume and consider it anyway. I called just now and she said that applications for this summer were due last year. I am convinced that the human resources director has multiple personalities.

The other night I was sitting at my computer with a non-functioning internet trying to figure out which Dave Matthews song I had stuck in my head and where I had heard it.

I just figured it out. I was sitting here trying not to think about anything, listening to the fading chords of Ani Difranco's "You Had Time," when I started singing that Dave Matthews song again. It happens to be "If I Had It All," and it happens to follow "You Had Time" on a certain mixed cd. Consequently, all my thoughts came rushing back.

Sometimes I feel lost
As I pull you out like strings of memories

Word of wisdom for the day:
"Humans are naturally resistant to change, but when change happens, they're remarkably able to adapt."

Interesting hypothesis of life from the most unlikely of places. Today was an intellectually stimulating day, actually. Last night I found myself having a discussion about evolution, among other things, at a Cinco de Mayo party. This morning I talked about memory with my English professor. I then went to the library and learned about Freud. I spent the later afternoon at a meeting for the newspaper with a big wig at the university learning about how campus planning, etc, etc works. I want to learn more! I want to change the world! But i'm dirty and I have to shower and dress so I can go out soon.

Who has never heard of Ray Bradbury (who's speaking here in 2 weeks)?

My roommate.

I started to tell her that she is culturally illiterate, but I decided that would probably be insensitive of me. WHO hasn't heard of Ray Bradbury? The same people who deny the holocaust happened and scoff at Shakespeare. And it's these very people that i'm catering to when I write my news stories at a fifth grade reading level, because these people don't know how to read either. I've been writing these stories for years, but I never thought the ignorant public really existed.

I'm not saying that my roommate doesn't know how to read, denies the holocaust, and scoffs at Shakespeare...but HOW is it possible that she has NEVER heard of The Martian Chronicles or Fahrenheit 451?

i didn't let my roommate and her boyfriend have the room for and hour today, because i wanted to study for my midterms, which aren't for a few days. this is after the fact that they kicked me out with no notice when i had and hour to study before i was to celebrate my friend's birthday, and i made a resolution to not let people step all over me and to become more assertive. but when i said no today, he kept pushing it, asking me why, and tell me that it was for their anniversary (anniversary of what is still to be determined), and that i was his last resort, and he just didn't understand that i just couldn't let them have the room for fear of being having it escalate to me getting stepped all over again, like i have been for my whole life. i guess i should have picked my battles more carefully, but i didn't, and now i feel like shit, like i was a bitch for not letting have what they wanted, like i'm not flexible enough. i started bawling after i hung up the phone.

when did i get to overly emotional and sensitive and insecure? i mean, people are starting to complaing. but... i just don't like myself anymore and think that there's something wrong with me and i'll never find anyone that i can ever trust and that no one will ever love me because i won't let them because people are fucks and fuck me over all the time.

*sigh*... i can't even go to sleep because i have to finish studying for midterms.