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.

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.

i miss you. could you come around sometime?

Max Bemis decided to sell personalized songs in Say Anything’s merch store and I’m terribly tempted to do it. $150 seems like a good deal for a song written about you the vocalist/lyricist of a band I’ve loved for years.

When I read that post on AP, I immediately started drafting paragraphs. I wanted a song about Rory that would talk about how much I hated him for fucking with me for years. It was spiteful and immature and at the time, I felt strongly about the message. On the drive to Seattle later that night, I realized a song like that wouldn’t do anything to help me get over him, which I thought was the point. All that song would do is remind me of things he’s done and what a piece of shit he is. I know that right now. I want to get over it and move the fuck on.

My latest idea is to briefly explain how I was/am stuck in this tumultous ‘relationship,’ but that I realize I am worth more than some girl on the side. I need an anthem that will motivate me to keep going, to keep my head up, remind me that I am worth so much more than I’ve been treated in the past. That song, that message would be worth the money.

I wish I was a better writer. I fear that I will just sound pathetic and immature.

I’m tired of being here. I don’t feel like I have any friends here. All the people I would love to see are not here. I spend most of my time sitting in my room, sleeping, or shopping. Bad habits come back. I wish I was back in LA, especially when I see the pictures of everyone having fun at parties or just hanging out and being silly. Everything is so serious here.

It’s funny how I think things with the new one are different, but there are so many similarities. I have to drive because he has no car, he tells me my excuses are lame…actually, that’s all I can think of right now. I guess I’m being trivial, but those two things bothered me enough in the last 24 hours to influence my decision to stay in tonight. Fuck driving to Seattle again. I just want to sleep away the rest of the day. Or weekend. Make that summer. I have got to get out of here.

Oh, and I’m still phoneless.