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.

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.

if we all don’t take cover…

As much as I love the excessive celebration, I need to tone it down a bit. Last night I had a lot of trouble sleeping because my heart was pounding so hard and it was freaking me out a bit. I should also mention that I basically spent the entire day hung over, despite not really drinking THAT much the night before. Maybe my liver is starting to fail me. Ok, that’s just being paranoid. Or overdramatic.

Thursday night I went over to Jessica’s to watch the premier of It’s Always Sunny. I was a little disappointed by the first two episodes, but as Freddy pointed out, they always get better throughout the season. After the ep I think we just went back to Prov and smoked hookah for the rest of the night. My mind is fuzzy. Alcohol was involved.

I had an interview downtown in the morning, so I took the bus. Interesting experience. I hate crowded buses. Jimena (eventually) met up with me and we walked all over downtown looking for the Farmer’s Market. We finally got there and it wasn’t so banging. I bought zucchini and nashi; Jime bought nothing. It was hot and I was still wearing all my business-y clothes, so I def wanted to get the fuck home.

Friday was Raba and Patino’s parties. We hit up Raba first. He always makes the best drinks. I made friends with his roommate and we bonded over strange things like Chron’s and military kids. I don’t have the disease and my father is not in the army, so I don’t know why we talked about those two things for so long. We left Raba’s fairly quickly and walked over to Magnolia. Waaaaay too many people there. I was also not as drunk as I should have been to be able to handle the situation. One kid def was though. I kept asking him questions because I knew he was so drunk he couldn’t speak, then he got up and vomited all over one of Lindsay’s coworkers. Gross but hilarious. people need to learn how to control their alcohol intake in public (though I’m the LAST person who should be saying that).

Saturday night was Brent’s Birthday Beerlympics and Ryan’s bithday. Jessica and I made a delicious Chicken Marsala dinner, but I tots forgot to take pictures of it. Lame. Freddy came over with homemade sangria, so we were pretty drunk before we realize we needed to Campus it over to Tuscany. By then the wait was over an hour, so we said FUCK IT we’re walking. Interesting decision. We made it though. Go us. The girls and I were dressed as Team Delta Force, but it didn’t really matter because we never competed. Hugh came and picked all 6 of us up in his teeny car (very unsafe) and took us to Ryan’s party. Drank some more, made some friends, took more pictures…typical Saturday night. We decided to go to another house party after Ryan’s which is stupid since we live right down the street from him, but luckily a friend drove us home when we realized our mistake.

Sunday sucked. Went to Encino for a group project. Tried to not feel like shit. Failed. Tried to do homework. Failed. Nothing on TV. Just an absolute failure of a day.

Today I came so close to quitting the Ticket Office. I am so done with it. There’s hardly anything for me to do there anymore and I hate that shirt more than life. Yes, I’m being overdramatic. I don’t care. At least TM called me back and want me to help them out. Hopefully that works out. I need to make new friends.

Went to lunch with Jess again. Brian saw me and ended up eating with us for a while. Surprisingly he had no bling in his ears…intersesting. I saw someone from high school and awkwardly kept looking at him to see if he recognized me, but decided it was best to let it go.

I want to have a crush on someone.

Pictures from the weekend:

love lockdown.

Today has actually been a good day.

I picked up my camera from Conquest. I’m absolutely elated. Now I can take as many pictures of whatever I want as often as I see fit. No more camera borrowing. No more undocumented nights. Just perfect.

Friday I have an interview at a marketing company downtown. It’s only for part-time data entry, but it will get me off campus and slightly more towards the real world. I guess a lot of people who work there are from Seattle. Heart.

K. Now for my weekend update:

Thursday night I went with Jimena and Kevin to an exchange student party. Jime’s Hungarian friend brought us some strange alcohol made form plums…pailinka? I haven’t got a clue as to how it’s spelled. It was pretty good, but pretty strong. Let’s just say I had a fantastic time without having to drink more than two shots and a screwdriver. The international kids we met were really nice. I’m actually looking forward to attending more of their functions.

Friday night I hung out with Jessica and Alex at her apartment while everyone figured out what to do for the night. At first everyone was going out to this party on Ellendale, but after one of Jamie and Lindsay’s coworkers said it was lame, Jamie and Caitlin bailed. We decided that we would gon anyway since there was nothing better to do. It was a decent party once we found the alcohol and a few familiar faces. Of course, it’s ALWAYS the same people. We need to find a new circle of friends…Since the goal of the night was to order TG Express, we peaced out from the party and went back to Jessica’s to consume some pad thai. APparently Lindsay and I were pretty drunk because we passed the fuck out in the living room. I woke up to Raba trying to cuddle with me, decided this was NOT my idea of a good time, grabbed my chow mein and had him walk me home at 4 in the morning.  No walk of shame for me (even if nothing even happened…)

I worked the Ohio State game Saturday afternoon/night. It wasn’t nearly as painful as I expected. We slaughtered them (of course). OSU boys are pretty cute. I really wanted to take one home with me, but it just didn’t work out. Lame. We went to Menlo Blue after the game to hang out with some Ticket Office people, but ended up going to this bonfire hosted by USG members. Jens is hilarious. He knows all the words to every 90s pop song. Incredible. Is that talent? I’m voting for yes. The Boston boy was entertaining as well. I love accents.

Sunday was relaxing for the most part. Lindsay needed us for her photo project, so we had a shoot in Uzair’s front yard. I had to pretend to cry while everyone had fun in the background. Oh so emo. The embarrassing part was that as we were walking down Menlo with hula hoops and brightly colored clothing, I tots saw two people I wish I hadn’t. Ugh. So embarassing. Whatever. People can go be boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever and be lame. Fuck them. I don’t want their life! (So Varsity Blues in my head…) We ended the evening with Fat Fish. Heart.

Funny story: Rory called me Saturday to tell me Cami had been cheating on him the whole time. Karma.

Sad story: I can’t get over it and now I’m almost back to the start. I need to keep moving forward!

I want to have a super intense crush on someone. I’ll work on that this weekend maybe.

Stay tonight and make everything alright.

Lindsay’s birthday week is finally over. I spent way too much money on her. I tots wish my birthday celebrations were that intense.

Friday was the party. I think it was fun, but probs because I tried to invite my friends. Jimena burnt the carpet when a coal from the hookah was blown off the tray by the fan…oops! Now Jamie and Diana are going to hate us hookah-ing even more!

Boys are still stupid. I gave my favorite hoodie to one (no idea why…) and then was super pissed and annoyed the next day. I need to stop wasting my time with boring, unsatisfactory boys. The only appeal of this one was his grad student/TA status. Oh, and that the OTHER boy didn’t show up. Over it. Saw hoodie boy today though and asked him to return it. haha.

Saturday Lindsay, Jessica, and I went to Brent and Derek’s party at Tuscany. I ususally HATE going to Tuscany because of that terrible night two years ago, but we ended up having a really good time. Well, at least Lindsay and I did. Jess was being emo and awkward. Lindsay and I got into a huge fight later that night, but I can’t really remember why or what it was even about. I don’t want to say that because people will think I’m lying or incredibly overdramatic. Both options are embarrassing and suck really bad. Did some stupid stuff. Thought I lost my phone. Turns out it was in Jessica’s car. Go figure. At least I still have a phone.

Getting ready to look for jobs is getting so incredibly stressful. I went to the Bain company presentation tonight and it was fucking intense. I hate Marshall kids. They get so annoyingly into shit like this. I don’t have a chance at getting a real job. I’m going to the CPPC tomorrow to talk to a career counselor. Hopefully they make me feel better about landing a job slash my own ‘unique’ skills and talents. Hopefully.

Yesterday Matchbook Romance randomly played on my iTunes, so I spent a good hour listening to Stories and Alibis. So high school. I associate so many people with those songs…Tiger Lily reminds me of Jordan Mondau and how she loved hearing me sing it…Greatest Fall and Save Yourself screams Rory drama…Hollywood and Vine recalls the time Sam and I skipped first class and bought Warped 2005, which is one of two CDs that changed my life. That’s kind of sad, but it’s true and I love it to this day.

Def called him when I was drunk and upset as fuck Saturday. All he said was, ‘Is this Emily? Bye.’ I still find it highly irritating that he can be that mad at me when what I did was nothing, NOTHING compared to the shit I went through. Then again, I kept going back. I wanted to forgive him. He wants nothing to do with me and that will hopefully encourage me to fucking move on.

I still have a cold. It sucks. I don’t feel like I’m sleeping enough lately. Plus the fucking douchebags that live across the alley are loud as fuck. I want to throw something at them.

Stop these looks and letters.

It’s been a while.

School is not so bad right now. 8 hours of class isn’t nearly as intimidating as I thought. I actually like some of the people in my classes too. That does not happen very often.

Labor Day Weekend was intense. Too much drinking. I thought I was done with the drinking every night deal. I can’t resist peer pressure and I can’t be sober at parties while also being social. Bad combo.

Thursday we attempted tried to go to this party on Ellendale, but we got distracted and ended up only being there for about ten minutes before DPS showed up and closed the party down. We after partied at Alec and Praveen’s place. It’s pretty sweet because they let you draw on the walls with chalk. That won’t be fun for them to clean up when they move out.

The house party Friday on 36th was fun. There were a lot of people there…a lot of people I don’t like. Got too drunk off of Jungle Drank and Purple Drank. Looking back on it, it’s really disgusting that I drank that shit, seeing as the distribution method was dipping cups in a cooler. Very sanitary.

Saturday Jessica had an impromptu get together at her apartment. Raba was there and did the usual ‘I was so drunk last night, I blacked out, did I say anything embarrassing?’ He did; I told him he didn’t because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by letting him know that I won’t be going out with him. Brent and Derek where there for a bit. It was nice catching up with them because I haven’t seen them for a while.

Sunday was the White Party. Not many people actually wore white, so it was a good thing I was drunk and couldn’t feel awkward. I should have felt awkward for other things I did. Def woke up the next morning all dishevelled and with ‘Official armrest’ written on my shoulder.

As much as I love going on and seeing my friends, I wish they all weren’t friends with each other or just show up at the same parties in general. It’s not a good situation for me because then people know all about me. By that I mean they know all about which boy I’m into at the time. I need to stop my bad habits.

Last night Lindsay turned 21, so we went to the Golden Gopher to celebrate. The bouncer was convinced that Jamie’s ID was fake. It was hilarious slash incredibly annoying because it took to so long for him to determine it’s validity. The bar was pretty dead, but come one, it’s a Tuesday night. Some Mexican guys there were just fantastic…they kept buying us drinks. I still spent $20 on drinks, but it was for birthday reasons so I don’t care. OH, and they bought us roses! I never get flowers! Heart.

I was still drunk when I woke up this morning. Not good. I managed to get it together enough to make Lindsay’s cake, shower, and catch the tram to school for work though. Success!

The Ticket Office is in shambles. I need to get a new job, I just don’t know what I can get without a car. Plus I get paid a lot more here than I would at other places. I need the money, but money really isn’t everything. I need to rethink some things.

Why do I like boys who are addicts? It’s disturbing.

I want to fall in love.

bad habits.

I don’t know why I do the things I do.

If I can’t take control of what is happening, I’m afraid I’ll hurt a lot of people.

Anyway.

Yesterday was Block Party. Pretty fun. Kate and Vi came with me and we had a grand time observing hipsters and drinking lots of alcohol legally. We met up with Bret, Ben, Nick, etc. and just wandered around.

Going to shows without a cell phone is hard.

Phil is coming ‘home’ Wednesday and I am so excited to have something to look forward to this week.

I’ve got a bad feeling about things. Everything says think rationally, be logical, follow your senses. Why do I look the other way? I can’t just pretend things aren’t or can’t happen when it’s quite entirely possible. Ugh. Bad. I am a bad, bad person.