Team Jimemily

San Francisco was fun. It just sucks that I was so busy this week I couldn’t update…I’ve probs already forgotten all the fun things!

We planned on leaving Thursday night at 6..that was pushed back to 7, then 8, and we finally started driving around 830. Jime and I drove with some of Hugh’s friends. They were younger than us and really liked the Beatles. How unique. They were nice enough though. It took us forever to get there because we had to stop at UCLA to pick up more people, eat at In-N-Out, and then drop the UCLA people off in Los Gatos. It was like 3 by the time we pulled up to Hugh’s.

Hugh’s house was so cute. I loved how all the walls were colorful. My parents don’t like color, so all the walls are white or as close to white as a color can possibly be. Everything was super asian – the couch, the art, the gate to nowhere. The architecture of the house was interesting and it had an amazing view of the bay. Staying at his house basically made me wish that I was actually good at something so I could get a good job and then a nice house in a nice city and drive a nice car. Too bad I’m so unmotivated.

Friday we woke up fairly early to go eat at this cute place in Menlo Park called Cafe Borrone. Jime and I tried to take the opportunity to take pictures for our continually delayed food blog, but we still kind of suck at it. On top of the poor pictures, I’ve pretty much forgotten what we got. Next time I need to bring like notebook or something. After lunch we pretended that we were Stanford students and explored the campus. It was so fucking hot…I don’t understand California right now…After Stanford we hung out at Hugh’s and napped until he came back from picking people up from the airport. Kevin and Dan arrived while he was gone and told us all about their adventures exploring SF on two hours of sleep. We TOLD them leaving at 4AM to get more sleep at night was a bad idea, but did they listen? Of course not. Hugh came back and made an amazing dinner. I thought I hated lamb and asparagus, but I ended up liking both! Now I want to experiment with more cooking. I just need more fucking time.

Saturday we explored SF. We went to Fisherman’s Wharf to walk around, see the sea lions, and apparently get scared by a homeless man hiding behind ‘bushes.’ Fuck that guy. Dan and I were so scared. I was super jumpy after that experience, so while I was recording a sea lion fight, I almost dropped my camera in the damn water when a seagull flew towards me. I screamed so loud. It was super embarrassing. I have it all on video, too. Haha. Yay youtube. Later we went to this club called the Cellar. It was ok. I def don’t need to go back there if I make it back to SF, but the 80’s room was fun enough. After the club closed I passed by a group of Irish boys and tried to go home with them, but Kevin physically moved me from them. Probs a wise choice. I was really bummed though…I have a problem with Irish boys. We then all walked to Union Square to meet up with the exchange students. Jime and I decided we weren’t tired yet, so we agreed to stay in SF and let everyone else go home. Great idea. We went to Ruby Skye for 10 minutes until we realized that the only people left were haggard old women nasty guys. Luckily the other people had waited for us, so we still had a ride home. I don’t know. The night was fucking crazy. Cougers. Taxis. Mean landlords. Gross guys. Ghetto guys. Scary homeless zombies. I don’t think I like SF that much.

We left the next day with Kevin and Dan, who were intent on driving straight from SF to LA. I had to pee so bad when we got out of the car. The best part of Sunday was coming back to a clean apartment…and a passive aggressive note telling us to clean up. Umm, no. Jime and I c,lean our shit. We hold our end of the rent bargain, they need to as well. We put all their stuff in their room that is supposed to be stored and have refused to take out the garbage. Also, Jime’s not talking to her either. It’s so strange, but I prefer it. Next semester is going to be strange though.

It was so hard to go back to school after the weekend. It was so much fun and we really needed to get out of the city. Add to that all the projects that are due in two weeks, and that makes for a very unhappy Emily. Ugh and I still need to find a subletter for Jime’s half of the room.

Thursday I went to see Twilight with Amanda and her roommates. I was pretty drunk so I don’t remember all of it, but just that it wasn’t very good. RPatz was hot though. That’s all that matters.

Last night we went out to Boulevard 3 with the exchange students. Jime organized the event and we went in a stretch escalade! It was only my 2nd time in a limo. At first I was in a morose mood, but as I drank more alcohol, I felt exponentially better. We ended up having a really good time. Ugh once again Kevin had to physically move me from a potentially sketch situation. I need to do something really nice for him soon.

I am really _______ about people and their guys. Why don’t I have one? Do I even want one? Why do I get so fucking pissed about it? Why does it bother me so much? Why am I such a jealous bitch? I am disgusting.

lost:

job.

iPod.

cell phones.

jacket.

sleep.

friends.

sanity.

motivation.

control.

I will throw the fight.

I woke up so late today. 1:35. I don’t even remember the last time that happened. Now the day is practically over and I have hardly anything to show for it. Lame.

This weekend was so short. Friday we didn’t do anything. Jime and I just drank, hookahed, and talked. It was relaxing, but also pretty, well, boring. I also watched like 5 hours of Angel straight. That’s pathetic. I was in a strange mood though. I found out something that really hit me hard and since I’m not at liberty to tell pretty much anyone, I just wanted to stop thinking about it. I was also pissed because I wanted to tell him since he said he would always be there for me, and he wasn’t. He blatantly ignored me. He doesn’t even understand why it’s upsetting. Whatever.

Saturday was game day and I had to work again. Daylight savings time fucks me over because it gets so dark and there’s no way I can walk home from the Coliseum all by myself at 630. Thankfully Alex happened to call me around the time I was getting off, so he came and picked me up. We watched the end of the game and smoked hookah as we tried to figure out what to do for the rest of the night. Diana and Jime went home and I never hang out with Jamie, so I was hoping he wouldn’t ditch me for his new friends. We decided to go get sushi, but Fat Fish had a half hour wait, which is unheard of, and ended up at Kuru Kuru. It sucked and I don’t want to go there again. After dinner we stopped by Ryan’s frat since we both haven’t seen him in weeks, drank, then decided to go to Mitch’s house. I guess all of their old Vegas buddies were visiting, so we drank some more and hung out. When we parked the car, a sketch black dude harassed us. I was so fucking scared because I thought he was going to rob us. He kept saying like I’m on OG, look at my tattoos, don’t worry, I’m a protector, and then all the sudden was like give me 10 bucks. We didn’t and after a lot of arguing, he let us go. I hate 36th place. We told the guys about what happened and apparently it’s a common occurance. After a bit, half of the people went to a party down the street, but I didn’t want to walk outside, so I stayed back. Besides, even though I knew Lindsay and Jamie were there, they never answered my calls or texts. Sweet. Alex THEN ditched us to hang out with his new friends and I was stranded without a ride. Sweeter. Luckily one of the Vegas guys had a car and drove me back to my apartment where we smoked more hookah and then they left. Later I heard a dude’s voice and went to see who was there, and it was Trajan. Random. I ended up talking/arguing with him and Jamie until like 4 in the morning.

I had a strange dream last night. I was at like a new school and this girl really didn’t like me. She ended up trying to kidnap and kill me and it was so scary. Eventually I was saved by this guy and went back to his house to hang out. We ended up getting to be friends and hung out a lot. He came over to my apartment at some later point in time and I really started to fall for him, even though he wasn’t cute. He was just so nice and I liked feeling protected. Jamie and Lindsay came with new Christmas lights and we were hanging them up when all the sudden we fucked up and a black hole opened up above the balcony. A whole bunch of people were helping us decorate, including the scary kidnapper, and we were struggling to not get sucked in. The bitch did, and I was like haha, and then all the sudden I could feel it pulling at me. For some reason, I was released, but the boy was lifted up and sucked into nothingness and the hole closed. I was just devastated. All of the sudden, we turned around, and he was back again, but instead of being a not so cute boy, he was Edward Cullen. It was fucking fantastic. Now I’m bummed because the stupid dream wasn’t real. Sigh.

I feel like shit. I drank too much. I’m tired because I slept for so long. I don’t want to do anything school related, but I have so many projects. I’m bummed because I have no boy. I’m disappointed that I’m not fluent in Japanese because I want to be a geisha. Today sucks.

At least Desperate and Dexter are on.

“I’m from Austin, Texas.”

I’m so glad most of my presentations are done. Now all I have to do is every other fucking group project. ugh. At least I have 3 more weeks to procrastinate.

Thursday’s Dell presentation was just awful. I told my group members that I was the last person that should be trusted with speaking about the most important subject matter, but somehow I got stuck with it and totally fucked up. I am just an aboslute train wreck when it comes to public speaking. Oh well. I hate school anyway.

Halloween was a lot of fun this year. We went to Hollywood for the first time and it was crazy. The traffic was so bad it took us over 2 hours to get to the ‘haunted’ Geisha House. I think it was worth it though. I’m glad we were there for the exchange students’ first Halloween experience. Alex as a frenchman was hilarious. “Everything is in the baguette!” What is even funnier is his accent as he tried to pretend to be American. Or his accent when he tried to say ‘disturbia.’ I randomly saw my coworkers at a pizza place across the street. They were so pretty, but not trashy. Jime was still the best sailor of the night. I looked disgusting (and cute) as a cavewoman with dreads laced with twigs and leaves. I almost didn’t go out because I was upset earlier, but I’m so glad I paid in advance haha.

Last night I went with Jime to her cousin’s birthday. We were feeling anti-social, so we played with puppy, who is HUGE now, and watched A Walk to Remember which always makes me cry. Her family must have thought there was something wrong with me because I was fucking bawling. I suck at life.

Jime and I decided we need to take more inconspicous videos of our lives because they’re hilarious. I also want to make like a video/picture movie set to music for all of my friends when we graduate…I can’t forget to do this!

Oh, and I’ve started listening to Christmas songs again. love it.