A History Test

multiple choice = good, essay = incoherent. Carla didn't feel to hot either. But then she's good at bsing essays and I can't write to save my life.

Then I went to critical thinking and used osmosis to absorb the information being spewed at me.

Then Carla and I had a nice chit-chat in the boat house parking lot. After talking with her I alwasy feel better about life, she is so positive. I'm really glad that I had her as a room mate my first semester, I'm fairly sure she's the reason I keep coming back to Long Beach. (School and crew wise that is.) She's incredibly different from me but similar at the same time. It's good. She tells me straight up if I'm being stupid. Not beating around the bush with her.... I know when she's in a bad mood or not. I like having friends like that. Thats why I keep coming back to crew! :)

Poll working

is not what I remember it to be. I ache, and I am strained, but the tylonol is finally kicking in and the heating pad is doing its job, and I'll be feeling better soon despite the arian nazi I had to deal with today. But I shall spare any who reads this the details.... it is over, and I will have a $100 paycheck waiting for me at the begining of december. :)

Oh boy

It has been a monday if ever I had one. Crew was icky, but I got over it.

Umm, I was writing this last night before John called. oops. Over all it was my day where I was running offa a sugar crash.

In today's news: Krispy Kremes are now ont eh starbucks list, polls aren't any fun without brian gay, steve nosav or carla. And I don't want to eat McDonalds for dinner. :(

The death of me

Will either be by flaming car, or exploding hear due to starbucks coffee, either way it will more than likely be on my way from CSUSB. But that's okay, it'd totally be worth it. :D

What a weekend it has been.... both super long and not long enough. I basically spent the entirty of it with John(no complaints.) and his boys. Which are good boys, I do so enjoy their company. Needless to say it's midnight on sunday, adn I am in no mood to sleep, darn those starbucks iced coffee drinks. But damned if it didn't do the job of making me not fall asleep at the wheel. Guess that's the price I pay; my monday will be interesting. Didn't get a lot of sleep last night, being that I was taking care of the sickly boyfriend. I didn't mind though... I love to take care of those who I care about. Met his cousin Mindy(supa cool) and her and I dosed on Chris' futon whilst Nacho Libre played and John napped on Nicks bed and Chris and Brandon did god kows what online. Also helped John's family finish packing their life away... off to Nebraska they go! I think my family felt a little cheated, and granted they probably were, but I had had some time stashed away for them, but no one can control the stomach virus' that abound in this world, but they understood. Everyone (minus my brother, whom I'm fairly sure never came down to say hi or goodbye to me or John) was concerned for him and trying to make him feel better. Even Flip was worried and came and got me. But I enjoyed my time with my boy none-the-less, even though he felt as if he were on his death bed. But since I don't liek to see him suffer, I don't hope to have to deal with that again anytime soon, as I am sure he would much rather spend his time with me otherwise than passing out and being incoherent. :)