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driving manual transmition cars is so much fun.

i know i just posted an entry, but there's something else i have on my mind.

i'm really dreading the anticipation of going back to school. its not the work im worried about, that's actually one of the reasons i like it. but its more of the social part of it. so basically, i have no good friends at school. if im friends with someone, they're friends with people i don't really fit in with or that i don't want to associate myself with. yeah, im stuck in between a rock and a hard place. i fear this year will be worse then last year and that my best friends will be my books. i guess this whole thing is good and bad. it's good seeing as how i have absolutely no excuse not to do well in school, but it's bad because its the only time i ever truely feel lonely. i have goals though, and there's sacfrafices you have to make in order to do well and i'm losing such a little bit compared to what ill get in return for my hard work and lonliness. everyone there is either crazy, stupid, or on drug anyways, so i suppose this is all good for me. i can't really help feeling what i'm feeling though, friends are what makes school bearable, right?

ryan and i prepared dinner for sanfam to eat today, it went very well and was alot of fun. The point of my writing about this is almost pointless since almost all my lj friends were actually there. oh well, i haven't written an entry in a while so what the hell? those of you who are not named wesley, diana, ryan or philip; well, that's what i did thursday.

i really love my friends. i see the friends that other people i know have and i cant help but say to myself 'dang, my friends are so much better'. all i can say is that i am really lucky.






i love and hate when you're totally bored on the computer and have nothing to do at all, but the music you have on at the moment is so good that you cant leave to do something else.


btw. its really weird that they have the mood "horney"

i was looking for 'happy' and saw that and thought i'd bring it up, haha. has anyone else noticed that?

it clotted! i'm so relieved.

i was walking out of the parking lot to go to the hospital and i realized it was hot

i got kinda sad after that

i'm really dreading that im back in southern* california. i missed my family and friends, but i really love that city. D:

i forced myself to make an entry. is it me, or is live journal more of a girl thing?

this weekend my sister and i went to the lake to go wakeboarding. my sister's boyfriends showed up with this big ass boat and a ford 350 which i didn't like very much. it took us about an hour of so to get the lake castaic. We pitched the tents, set up the coolers, ect. by the end of the day, we were surrounded by the ghettoest and cheapest people, a group that speaks english but with a latino accent to the left of us, and a group that speaks ebonics to the front of us. later that night, mike, my boyfriends best friend and his date, danielle, showed up. after they pitched their tent we talked for a while by the camp fire. my sister told me that mike was a little stand-offish but we actually got along really well. his date was really nice as well. Mike made me a spiked redbull with quite a bit of captain morgan's spiced rum intending to get me my first buzz, but actually didn't do a thing for me so he made me another, but still had no effect. i guess i'm no light weight. yes, i drank. but i have absolutely no intention of getting drunk what-so-ever. at least not until i'm of age! anyways. this was all around 10 o'clock, which was around the time when the blacks and mexicans started to drink and play their music really loud. I fell asleep at 11 and woke up the next morning at around 8. Everyone was telling me how jealous they were and how lucky i was that i was able to fall asleep because apparently, the blacks and mexicans where up till 4 in the morning with their music still loud and their cups filled with alcohol, being really loud, cursing, throwing up, falling all over the place until Mike finally calls the pigs on them. He told me that when the cops got there, a crunk black guy threw a handfull of sun flower seeds at a cop, and that a few other black kids around my age got arrested because they were blazing. He also said that he heard a cop yell out "HAH! this one shit himself!" it was hilarious. so yeah. we got some pretty shitty camping grounds.
that morning one of nick's (sister's boyfriend) friend's came, along with his girlfriend, kelly. We took his land rover to the upper lake where all the boating took place because his land rover had a better turning radius than the 350. the girls, mike and i rode on the boat while it was trailed to the suv. Danielle commented on how totally OC we all were, just all of us sitting on a boat being towed by a land rover. it was so true.
finally we got to the whole point of the trip. wakeboarding. i had a reallllllyyyy tough time with it because first of all, it was really hard for me to get into the boots connected to the wakeboard because my arch is pretty big. it took me about 7 trys before i was able to get up and actually do the wakeboarding. hard and fusterating are the only words i can describe it as. for lunch we went to a more remote part of the lake where we just ate lunch and slept for about 30 minutes after. after that was knee boarding. knee boarding was so much easier and equally as fun as wakeboarding. after kneeboarding we trailed the boat and went back to the camp site. i pretty much did everything for dinner. i made the food, set the table, served the drinks. i bbq'd chicken-apple sausages on the fire grill thing (sounds weird i know, but they're amazingly delicious) pasta salad, and i forget what else. after we talked some more, drank somemore, made smores and hot chocolate. we even had a trivia game i initiated. things like name the seven duarfs, name the 10 most popular dogs, as well as cats and mice. as hard as we could, we couldn't seem to remember the name of the dragondog for the neverending story haha. after all that we went to sleep. i again got a full nights sleep while i woke up to another story of how they didn't get to sleep. only this time not because of drunk kids, but this time because a bunch of little kids started screaming for their daddy. screaming at the top of their lungs. maybe they saw a spider or something. if a spider came into my tent, i'd be screaming at the top of my lungs like a little kid too.
We packed up all of our stuff, teared down the tents, put away all the food. and headed to the lake again. I wasn't the same that day as i was the previous day. i didn't really feel like doing anything, nor did i feel like talking or have anything to say even. my forearms were killing me, they were so sore. i could hardly put my fists into grip. so for the remainder of the day, i didn't do anything. After leaving the lake and camping grounds, we stopped at a ralphs to do our final things before we made our way back home. While there, i saw a WW2 jeep in the parking lot. it was so freakin cool.
IM SO GLAD TO BE HOME.

i get to be home for another day before i go to San Francisco on tuesday. :DDD

hellooo