Excuse me.

Im sorry but the closer and closer move-in date gets, the more depressed my blogs will be. And it definitely doesn't help that I'm watching P.S. I Love You.

Okay so someone approached me with an issue today, which I normally wouldn't fucken care about, but today, I do. And to you, what the fuck? Who are you to tell me that? Myspace don't mean shit, and if it does- your a social fuck.

Dear Rejinald, I love you. You have held my hand, carried me through, and have pulled me together whenever I've fallen apart. I don't have a plan, and I don't know what to expect, but I know that we can webcam until our laptops break. Okay? And I'll miss you terribly and excrutiatingly. I know its temporary, damn it! But I dont care, I'll miss you like hell anyways.

01:12 AM

Well ain't it all a bunch of heeby jeebiez? I've been scrolling and refreshing through an assortment of all your guys' blogs, some histerical, some utterly depressing, and others a bit bland (like mine). It's wonderful to see progress and decline in everyones lsummers! Ah, the strife of 'real' life.

Which reminds me, whenever anyone says, "Just wait till you get to real life" or "This isn't real life", it makes my brain kaput the subject of conversation and wonder, "Wait, what?". Like all this time I've been living the fake life? What? So when exactly does our real life start? I thought it was high school? No wait, I think it should be college. Or no, actually. When you have kids? Become a lawyer? What?

Enough with the rhetorical (or is it?). I came back from another Hmong wedding this weekend, big whoop. As if the dozens of children weren't enough to make me want to leave halfway through, girls of young ages were bumpin and grinding like hyenas on a groggy summer's night. And the perfect cherry topper was when all their shirts/dresses came flying off, exposing what appeared to be breasts (or cutlets or lilies or ... ?). Yick.

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1:28 AM

I need to start packing, it's depressing. I cant even type anymore. I just don't know what to say. I'm staring at my I-hate-Bush calendar (btw, 154 days until Bush is out of reign), and just noticing how quickly everything's faded. This summer came skipping by, it glanced into my eyes, and now, just now, I can see it skipping away in the distance.

A three and a half year relationship (worthy of it's most endearing love, tryest of times, and deepest of pits) is now making an attempt to grasp this 'thing' we both refer to as a resilient transition. Sisters, their closeness and rivalry etched onto an ankle, will now endure living under separate roofs for the first time in 18 years. Family (dogs, birds, cats and all), makes an attempt to cope with this mess of a first born and her stumbles through college. And I, lost and undeserving most times, will see it all through.

Sincerely,
1:37 AM

The best of me.

To think, we're all outta here in about a month. Goodbye awkwardness, comfort, privacy(!), goodbye home.

I had a ridiculous dream last night (that will remain raveled). But everything that used to be in my life is no longer. Everything that was sure, exact, reliable is now a splintery mess of 'should haves', 'could haves', and 'really really really shouldn't haves'. Not to be a depressed, emotional mess, but I'm absolutely terrified of leaving home. I was JUST making hotel reservations for when we pack up and leave for SB, and even with Daddy's credit card by my side, I was still typing at a meager 30 wpm.

But onto the future! The best of me will come out, shine, and outlast the rest of me. That is my vow to myself, and damn it Daisy, you're gonna do it.

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Hip Hop camp was wonderful! The kids were rowdy, noisy, trouble filled- and absolutely innocent .







The cutest bunch filled my summer days with fun! FINALLY.

Piece,
Dizzer

Sticky Adventures

Over the course of the past several weeks, Rej and I have ventured all over the Bay Area in search of the best dining, best activities, and secretive of beaches. Here are some pictures to express!


Gilroy Garlic Festival


Half Moon Bay horseback riding



SF Dinner at the Rainforest Cafe


Carmel's White Beach at the end of Ocean St.


On our way to Sausilito





Ghiradelli's Square: Kara's Cupcakes!





Downtown SJ Tech




Tired! And all I need are my boys.



Also, Happy Birthday to Reggie. I love you; always have, always will.


Currently, we're in Las Vegas! Pictures will be up soon, considering this will probably be the last of my antics before school starts. We're headed to the Stratosphere tonight!

Piece&Luxe,
Dizzer

Blogging for funsies

Lately, my days have been spent with Michael Scott, Dwight Shrute, and Jim. The Office is freekin hilarious. Sissy and I have been working on a dance piece and currently in the making of a video. Oh how summer floods happiness into my days!

Currently, Jim is morphing into a vampire. hehehe.

Rej and I have been volunteering at the animal shelter. For anyone who's looking into buying a dog, I suggest you check out the shelter before anything else. 15 animals are euthanized there everyday, and theyre all really, really, really great dogs, cats, and bunnies who all deserve loving homes. And if you're bored one day, check it out. It really opens your eyes about all the deserted animals in our city, and what little things we can do to help them .

But did you know? That San Jose City legally permits only 5 animals to a household. Yikes.