Be humble, bumble bee.

I think I am a lone wolf sometimes.

One of the top characteristics of highly successful sales people is that they are not gregarious people. Of course I am taking that out of context, and I am no amazing salesperson... but any way to justify that I enjoy my times of running errands solo will do.

A summer with no obligations but to make money. This feels like doing housechores to get allowance money back in elementary school. The years following elementary school, summer seemed to be busy with other duties. What is a newly graduate to do but to blog and update her facebook status every minute?

Anxiously waiting for an e-mail is not a way a girl living in 2011 should live her summer. I need to travel somewhere; I need to go exploring somewhere. Perhaps I will invest in a camera and do what every other blogger seems to be doing: take pictures about my day and talk about them. But I should do something unique.

....

What is unique anyway? You think about something, and somebody online has done it. Somebody offline has done it. Somebody is doing it right now. And all the while you are sitting here typing to an invisible audience about what is even unique considering the vast possibilities that arise from the combination of diverse, clever people plus the world wide web.

This week I have eaten a 5 month old orange that wasn't too bad and a 2 month old watermelon that I blame for my recent stomachache. A recent poverty scare occurred and to retaliate, I searched through my mailbox and what is left on my desk is the result of my ability to act accordingly.

If only I could find the battery charger to my camera would I show you what is on my desk. It would be more humorous or enjoyable to watch.

You can guess to what I have on my desk but I will not hold you in suspense for very long for it is not worth your suspense or your further reading.

Must a college graduate live in this manner?

The answer is a resounding yes.

Now I will go return those near- $90 shoes that I of two months ago thought I could afford.

me and finals week

I've always wanted to do this.

Right now is not the appropriate time to write this because I need to be getting ready, but this is the perfect opportunity to write this and so i have to. Because of that, I have to.

What I need to write is of minimal importance. This is something that I should probably post as private, but for documentation, I think it'd be funnier for me to know that it won't be private. Unless i really want to. Unless I'm really seriousa bout it.

But it is also not appropriate for me not to be writing here because, well I have 30 minutes to get ready.

maybe 20. But I think we're going at like 10:30. It doesn't matter. We should be punctual.

Um, anyway

I don't want this to be in a sad tone, or don't read it like I'm sad because I'm actually in a good mood right now. I am super content. :)

But I am kind of sad.

But its okay because it will be.

I like water

I used to not like water that much but now i like it

keke.

If I read this I kind of sound crazy

like super random, and i kind of dont like when people are superrrrr freaking random. It's like.. dude! wtf? that's freaking RANDOM!

I also don't like when people say everything is random. likethis:

"Hey, what's up?"

"Not much! you?"

"Not much. Just left class."

"Oh, turns out your friend is in my class!"

"OH WHAT? dude that's so freaking random, man!"

....that's not thaattttt random, it's just.. a mere happenstance.

and back t the super random person:

"Hey, let's talk about our favorite movie!"

"I like Shrek"

"I like Toy Story"

"But I kind of really like Ratatouille"

"You're right, but Toy Story would be my favorite"

"I smell like feet!"

...random, ya crazy.

hahaha.

but i should get ready now. i had a dumb smile on my face the whole time I was writing this. haha

crap HOw logn have I been writing this?

I want to take a picture of something random to show you but i just ssaid i hate random people or anyone associated with randomness.

but its kind of fun so unless it really is thattt funny

stop being random!

but dont stop because it really is funny. :) hahaaha

you're so random!!!!!

hahaha. okay

I feel random now.

I dont know how I feel about that.

Happy?

Sad?

I feel happy

hahahah

i loveee happy. happy is my yorkshire terrier.

Oh I should show you happy becuase i wanted to post a pic but not be random. But i have successfuly written about happy beforehand and so it is appropriate for me to post a pic and fuflfils my wishes to post a pictuer!

GETREADY

here's happy. :)

wtf i cant post the pic?

Haaaaaveeee you metttttttt josh?

Wie geht's?

we are haing a lot of fun and for a friday night things arent so bad. also everytime i type everything feels super smooth like every letter goes with the next. jimmy is officially drunk and there is nothing i can do about it. i love you all and i wish you all a goodnight.

if you can have a goodnight like me,

and i think i just ate a lot of rice, butter spam and eggs, (fml)

then i am very happy for you.

however tomorrow is time to get back on track right.

why am i blogging when my friends are over?

i dont really know

but i know that i lov ejimmy diaz and that we are in this picture together.

jimmy is so wasted right now and he is spinning circles and he thinks he is a heilocopter i cannot figure out how to spell that word. heliocopter that is not yet either.

helicopter. wow that was so hard.

that is really weird because im usually pretty okay to decent with my spelling.

but its okay because you've got a friend in me.

what the fasdf

have a ogodnight all, everyone is knocked out?

Now that I think about it...

During my first two years in college, I used to take the Amtrak from SD to Fullerton. I would take the city bus, route 101 Solana Beach, to arrive at Oceanside Amtrak train station. Like many people, I really enjoy taking the train. However, I enjoy driving more, which why I no longer take the amtrak. Among other reasons, of course.

If you know me, you know I'm hardly ever on time anywhere. I try to be early, but the snooze button gets the best of me, and so does (and I hate to admit,) facebook. Thank goodness the two could never really go together because I probably wouldn't ever do anything. Unless I was dreaming about trolling on facebook.

Facebook is a whole different story. I wouldn't say I'm 'having fun' on facebook, but usually when I open Safari, I almost always go straight to facebook. Yeah, I feel pathetic now, but at least I'm owning up to it.

.... Surprisingly, that still doesn't make me feel any better.

Anyways,

A very random event happened to me one of the times I went on the Amtrak. I was late and, taking the bus.. I couldn't rush my way to the station. Pulling out my Nintendo DS, I let the bus driver do this thang. When I arrived at the station around 6:31pm, I saw my train leaving. Thankfully Amtrak has a good system where if you miss your train, you can hop onto the next. But what to do during sunset in a neighborhood I am not very much familiar with?

Watching the train crawl by (it doesnt go very fast at first), the guy wearing a backpack and carrying a beat up skateboard turns slightly towards me and says, "Well, there goes our train".

What is a girl to do?

I don't remember what happened after that, but the next thing I know we're crossing the street to a local pizza shop he claims he likes, and we agree that we will wait for the next train together.

He orders a greasy looking pizza, and I don't remember what I got, if I got anything at all.

We talked about lots of things from school to dating history. I don't remember if he was cute or not. But I guess it didn't matter because when we got back to the train station, we couldn't sit together (there were only single seaters available), and I never saw him ever again.

Instead I sat next to a girl who noticed me reading one of the Twilight series (whocares, i like it!) and we talked about Stephanie Meyer and the new book she's coming out with. She was cool but I wanted her to shut up so I can find out about what happened to Edward and Bella.

Toobad I have to shower and go to work now, because I wanted to make this post really long and draggy.

...draggier.

good idea, poor execution

My eyes are heavy and they burn from lack of rest. All this for what, for about 3 or 4 hours of productive studying? Invest 10 hours and you will make use of only 3 hours. I'm in such a better mood when I'm not studying.

Here I have my brushes, I've got a few colors, a blank canvas and a limited amount of time. If you have some free time, stay here with me because I would love to paint you a story:

Prickly, but once we press the weight of our body against the multitude of individual pieces of grass, the uncomfortable feeling transforms into a soft, snuggly bed of fluff. Fluff we see when we open our eyes and see directly above us, the enormous cloudy tapestry that tells stories we love to create. Create with me a cinematic story, or share with me a snippet of your past adventures. Adventuresome I feel, laying here next to you, doing close to absolutely nothing. Nothing else would satisfy me more at this moment than to know that you reciprocate these same emotions. Emotions we try to make sense of when we try to make shapes of the fluff in the sky, playfully insinuating double meanings with our anecdotes that may or may not relate to--

Oh I ran out of colors, and freetime. Toodlelooobabyboo.