The smell of hard asphalt.

Let it go
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know?
The hardest part is over.

-Rob Thomas

Catapulting!

With the exception of unexpected fire drills, "Fuck FT" haters, tattoo minimalists, and confused wandering on Del Playa, Santa Barbara is pretty fucken awesome. I love my roomate and my suitemates, they're awesome. And I really do think I lucked out this time, considering I got my own bathroom and the beeessstt roomies.

Well, Week of Welcome (also known as WOW) was filled with drunk nights, numerous boys dropping into our dorm (we should really close that door), and meeting tons of people. And so I thought, WOW this is college life. But to my surprise, experienced students have told me the fun has yet begun. For example, its Rush Week starting Saturday, and everyone knows that means everything from Frat parties to chill BBQs. And the biggest thrill of it all will be on Saturday-

3 6 Mafia !!!!! Thats not even the best part, ITS FKN FREEEE!

Woohoo, I'm excited.

Strings of words with punctuation at the end.

Period.

Blog #1 in a dorm room.

Flakers and risk takers.

1. First off, lets just say I hate flakers, specifically those who don't give a heads up to inform you their presence won't be there when they specifically said they would in the form of "I'll call you in a bit" or "We'll see" or (my personal fave) "I'll let you know". And being the nice bitch you are (I say NICE cause if I weren't, I wouldn't have invited you in the first place), you don't want to call them back later and say- "Where the fuck were you, huh?".

Okay flaking out is not the point, the point is to have some courtesy- the courtesy to let someone know plans have changed and your not down. Is that so hard?

2. I hate people who flake out on bets or risks or any fun-killer. You fucken pussies! Grow some balls and eat shit, cause no one gives a fuck as long as you do it! DAMN. You party poopers. First of all, don't wanna back your girl up, you shit in your pants, AND you can't even do a damn dare?! WOW, I am so damn glad that's not my boyfriend.

And you know what else pisses me off? People who can't fucken drive, eat, walk without their significant others. And I thought Rej and I spent too much time with eachother. If your flaking and your hating because of your bf/gf, then its too much and you both need to find a life.

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I'm sorry for this spaz of vulgarity, I am extremely irritated at the moment and right now blogging seems to be the only sponge of empathy for me. All my complaints go under the same human fundamental, taking responsibility for your own actions. LIKE DAMN, is that so hard? I know I forget, I KNOW, but fuck, at least I TRY to give a shit about myself and how my dumbass can affect others.

Sincerely,
PISSED AT YOU!

Clever but clueless, we're just humans.

"She's still young, and you have to be better than that."

It's funny how you can be so nice, giving, loving to someone so close and yet they can be so selfish and unmoved.

Every reach, every extension of my hand is rejected with ridicule and sarcastic disdain. Every offer, every gift has been accepted with unthankful gestures and assumed credit. All my pleas for simple tasks have been rebuttled with endless excuses, tearing against my patience for any way out.

With 3 days to go, one would think you would jump at lunches, lend a hand, just pretend to listen. You have had your proudest moments that were declared by my words and heightened by my want to show you off to the world. And yet I cannot move a nerve or an emotion with my college acceptance, my leave, or my life. It breaks me to know that you find comfort in my frustration, my desperation to be a role in your life, when ultimately, you can say just about anything to send that pillar crashing down.

Basically, it hurts to know that I would do everything for you while you begrduge the thought of doing anything for me. The past 18 years have been a desperate attempt to please you, I'm sorry I've been such a disappointment. And after your attitude, your selfishness, your inability to apologize, I'm still making futile attempts to reconcile.

Blogging out of boredom!

Maybe it was because we were camping in a town called Markeeville, or that Cubby was snuggled in the crevice of my arm the entire 5 hour trip. Or maybe because it was the last time before school that we'd all be together like this, and knowing that even after school, it probably wouldn't be the same. Nina, Adrian, Val, Kelvin, Rej and I packed into a Cr-v and a Trooper and laughed the winding trail upto the Tahoe mountains, which provided no service or bathroom convenience (might I add).

"It" is nostalgia. Nostalgic for the past, even though we were living the present.

On Thursday, Rej had his extremely belated birthday bash and we all headed up to the haunted school house at 11 PM and nearly shitted in our pants. I also played volleyball with all the Indians! Haha like .. Mayur. That was fun.

Toodles!

PS- 4 more days till move in. yikes!

Dear McCain,

Did you really think that, by electing a woman VP, you'd be able to capture the millions of votes that would have other wised been barbarically thrown at Hilary?

We shalt find out!

Speaking of politiks, Palin is anti-sex-education. ANTI?! Still?! Even after your 17 year old daughter got knocked up? Come on. Not all of us live on a barren Alaskan tundra, too blissful to know the real tragedy and reality of teen pregnancy.

And to Britney: Yay! You've finally come into yourself. Did she look hawt last night or what? I think Nelson and I had our fair share of shrieking and uncalled gasps. 3 VMA's in one night, after 16 nominations. Get it girl. I have to say, though, I think people voted for Britney Spears- not 'Piece of Me'. Get my drift?

Tell me why no one liked Russel Brand?!?!?! He's my new fave; the only man who has enough balls to say whats on everyone's minds. And I am now vouching for putting rings on the JoBros' penises. So what if Brand was explicit, it was witty and comedic, more so than Silverstein of last year! The venue was way too small, and felt like a mini Broadway. Rihanna sucked, so did Kanye. End of story.

Goooooooo Britney!

Rollin'.

Well, like the loser I am, I'm sitting out of a tempting shot game while the others (Hector, Cherrie, Larry, & Leland) have lots and lots of fun. So I decided to Yelp! and Blog a bit, my two sanctions of obsessions. Yum.

I'm currently in Berkley, tired and awaiting my bed time. Today, I got a new tattoo against Reggie's will. Too bad babay, I love you all the same. After, Hector picked me and Leland up and we headed for Cal to meet up with the rest. Visited Cherrie's awesome apartment and then went to Larry's penthouse, sheesh. Then we all went to Champa Gardens, a Thai restaurant in East Oakland (yikes!) which was absolutely FAB. Try it, and read my review on Yelp!.

After dinner, I hung out with Candice and chilled in her gigantic dorm and then walked the entire strip of Frat Row, finding no parties in site. Sipped on a warm cup of Stradda and said goodbye to meet up with Sherrie. We took this horrific walk down to Larry's place- a walk filled with sleeping homeless, dark figures, and drunk girls. Finally reach Larry's place, and here I am, blogging, while the guys are watching a mad movie, and the rest of the Hurdlers are playing child games.

Ah, I love them. This is fun. And scary. And life threatening. But very fun.

Oh and last week I reunited with my Sophia! So damn fun. We had a sleepover which consisted of fragments of our past, kitty conversating, and wowing at how the time's flew. The next day we went shopping, just for old times sake when we had no style :)

Goodbye!