Oy

Do me a favor fella's, don't ever drive in a bus/trian only street... it's not worth your time. Yeck.

It's been the night of phone calls..... feeling loved but on the wronge frickin' night! Fist studying then Lost.... what's the world coming too?! Erg! Anyhoo.. If I told you I'd call, expect it sometime between 9 o'clock fri and 5 o'clock monday. That's when it's free for me. Hope it's convinient for you. Off for shower and the LOST!!!!!

This Morning

I'm pretty sure I'm being ignored all over the place, except for one or two people whom I have yet not tried to contact or I know are busy... everyone else hasn't returned my calls. Expecially Kenna, I've called her four times with no reply. You get no more calls from me! And unless there's a good and valid reason for not calling me back, then I'm angry with you, otherwise your clear. (even though I've mayspaced and facebooked you a few times too!) but what can I do? School is begining to take it's toll, I'm behind in some of my work.... struggling to stay focused. My mom says I'm wearing myself thin from work and crew, and I think she might be right. OH! I won my first race yesterday, though the other crews didn't stand a chance against us, I'm still excited. The girls weren't rowing their 110%, but the 95% they gave worked for me.

Lately it's been nice, I haven't been so depressed about myself and stuff liek I usually am, feeling sorry for myself and crap, and I've only been slightly stressed with school work and crew, which is a good kind of stress and the kind that doens't involve me being totally unmotivated. I like it. I've been cooking a lot lately, nothing too big, but stuff for me. Nothing ever turns out perfect(except for those kick-ass-cookies I made), but it's good enough for me to be encouraged and keep trying. Maybe when I get back to SD I'll have a dinner party where I cook up some awsome grub. We'll see. Time for me to get ready for greek and then off to precal.... with the teacher who is Chris Russell from South Africa, but not nice in anyway shape or form.

Toodle-oo

Muy Triste

While I was cleaning out some of my things today I discovered an entry I made 2 years ago in my real-life journal. It was Dan's 2 year anniversay the other day. It's been hard up here in Long Beach, and has only recently been on a high point for me and I remembered how he used to make me feel happy all the time. He was a good kid and he didn't deserve what was dealt to him. I hope everyone remembers, and doesn't feel totally saddened by it. I think he'd want us not to be too upset over this, but I thought I'd remind everyone (or at least myself) of his memory.