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yeah davis is taking some getting used to.
i like my roommates, evie (from maine) and mayra (who was my rommmate but moved out to live in the hispanic themed dorms). Now it's just evie and me until someone else moves in, cus heaven forbid we feel like we have personal space.
i have class all day mondays and wedsdays and in the afternoons on fridays. On tuesdays i have jumping lessons for the hunter jumper team, on thursdays i give riding lessons to little girls. wee. i spend monday and thursday nights with aunt julie and uncle marty who cook. actually cook. it's fun. I help train suzie's horses on thursdays and fridays. theyre search and rescue police horses. im working with the police. watch out bitches. im the po po. on weekends i go see allison or matt or have some adventure.
the weekend of me moving in was an adventure. my mom and i drove up on friday, her in her car and me in mine respectively. friday night she drank. saturday night she drank. sunday (move in day) she was shit faced so i moved in both car loads my myself. (the local fox news station interviewed me as i was moving in all my shit, and while i was busting my ass, my mom was busy having a key made for my car so she could drive around drunk and twart my efforts to keep her off the roads by stealing the keys. That night we went out to party, (as in i watched everyone else get drunk, and then danced with them)
the next day my mom came back and somehow got into my dorms, drunk again. i had to drive her to sacramento so my aunt could get in the car and bitch at her all the way home. hot indeed. matt came and saw me on tuesday, brought flowers, hugged, nice nice. On thursday or friday, myra had a guest in the room who knocked over said vase on my computer and didnt tell anyone until i came home and it wouldnt turn on. broken.
last week sometime say... thursday, i took the laptop to this big mall in sac to get it fixed. in the parkinglot a woman backed her bmw suv into my car. also hot. big dent. Big hassle. Laptop repairs: $800-900, Car repairs: $1600, Everyone else who is responsible for breaking your shit paying for it: Priceless. The only sucky part is that no car rental place will rent to me because i'm under 21 (dumb dumb dumb dumb!) so i have to wait until thanksgiving to take my car in and get it fixed.
thanksgiving.
im going to puerto vallarta, mexico with aunt julie, uncle marty, allison, jason, some of julie and marty's friends, and possibly matt. im pretty stoked. liz needs to drop about 8 lbs. then she'll be exstatic. (the last time i was that skinny was right after the tonsilectomy... or maybe before that when i was in middle school...) i know i know. i am not fat. im not a cow. yeah i agree, but 6's always look better than 8's. (5 would be nice... i'm 5'5.)
last weekend i went to berkeley for their homecoming. i saw allisons group perform, then met matt, went to the game, met allison and her friend, watched the game, beat the crap out of oregon, crashed at alli's. sunday she and i meandered in the shops but didn't buy anything. I missed her so much. On the bus/train ride home, (i missed both the train and the bus... technically i missed the bust first and in rsult missed the train) mikey and i unofficially decided to not speak anymore.
this week. i went to julie and marty's last night. julie and i stayed up super late talking about her family history. fascinating. seriously, she needs to write a book. everyone ended up so tragically brilliant and at some point in their lives (sometimes irreversibly) fucked hemselves over. (my mom and julie are the only unscathed ones... and the verdict is still out on my mom.) maybe ill write a book about it some day. (maybe ill send a cow into orbit.)
today i had my jumping lesson. amazing. it was windy/dusty, so we went to the eventing field. it's all covered in grass and instead of pretty jumps, there are big ass logs and cliffs and ponds to play on/in. I jumped off a cliff for the first time. it felt amazing. almost as fantastic was jumping through water. pony and i got wet.
ive been going rock climbing a lot with my new friend becca. she's really sweet. i met her through roger, who i also like a lot. i want this band thing to work out all the way down to the tips of my toes. i have horses back and going strong, but i miss the music. and painting. i miss that. maybe tonight if i get my homework all done (hah).
tomorrow im going to drive to cal to see matt. the first date we ever went on, he mentioned that he bought two tickets to go see sufjan stevens in the hopes that i could go to it with him. that was around two and a half months ago tomorrow. altually... hm 24th... minus 5... 19... wait a minute. we've both been wrong. our anniversiary is the 21st. we're dumb. anyway numbers are dumb. whatever, the point is im stoked about the show, which is tomorrow night. im going to crash in bizerk there and drive up to teach lessons on thursday afternoon, spend thursday night with julie and marty, drive back through davis for class on friday, drive to sf to see annemarie that night, crash in sf friday night, hang out during the day and at some point drive back to davis for my show at 8:00 at cafe roma, have annemarie crash with me on saturday night, wake up at the butt crack of dawn to help with the horse show on sunday, leave and get dressed and crap in time to drive annemarie back to sf, meet matt to go to see a play, then drve back to davis that evening. fuck. i need $$. i will go through 2-3 tanks of gas. still cheaper and faster than the train.
fuhhh. i need to get on my homework.
alright yous guys.
enjoy yourselves.
ill do the same.
i like my roommates, evie (from maine) and mayra (who was my rommmate but moved out to live in the hispanic themed dorms). Now it's just evie and me until someone else moves in, cus heaven forbid we feel like we have personal space.
i have class all day mondays and wedsdays and in the afternoons on fridays. On tuesdays i have jumping lessons for the hunter jumper team, on thursdays i give riding lessons to little girls. wee. i spend monday and thursday nights with aunt julie and uncle marty who cook. actually cook. it's fun. I help train suzie's horses on thursdays and fridays. theyre search and rescue police horses. im working with the police. watch out bitches. im the po po. on weekends i go see allison or matt or have some adventure.
the weekend of me moving in was an adventure. my mom and i drove up on friday, her in her car and me in mine respectively. friday night she drank. saturday night she drank. sunday (move in day) she was shit faced so i moved in both car loads my myself. (the local fox news station interviewed me as i was moving in all my shit, and while i was busting my ass, my mom was busy having a key made for my car so she could drive around drunk and twart my efforts to keep her off the roads by stealing the keys. That night we went out to party, (as in i watched everyone else get drunk, and then danced with them)
the next day my mom came back and somehow got into my dorms, drunk again. i had to drive her to sacramento so my aunt could get in the car and bitch at her all the way home. hot indeed. matt came and saw me on tuesday, brought flowers, hugged, nice nice. On thursday or friday, myra had a guest in the room who knocked over said vase on my computer and didnt tell anyone until i came home and it wouldnt turn on. broken.
last week sometime say... thursday, i took the laptop to this big mall in sac to get it fixed. in the parkinglot a woman backed her bmw suv into my car. also hot. big dent. Big hassle. Laptop repairs: $800-900, Car repairs: $1600, Everyone else who is responsible for breaking your shit paying for it: Priceless. The only sucky part is that no car rental place will rent to me because i'm under 21 (dumb dumb dumb dumb!) so i have to wait until thanksgiving to take my car in and get it fixed.
thanksgiving.
im going to puerto vallarta, mexico with aunt julie, uncle marty, allison, jason, some of julie and marty's friends, and possibly matt. im pretty stoked. liz needs to drop about 8 lbs. then she'll be exstatic. (the last time i was that skinny was right after the tonsilectomy... or maybe before that when i was in middle school...) i know i know. i am not fat. im not a cow. yeah i agree, but 6's always look better than 8's. (5 would be nice... i'm 5'5.)
last weekend i went to berkeley for their homecoming. i saw allisons group perform, then met matt, went to the game, met allison and her friend, watched the game, beat the crap out of oregon, crashed at alli's. sunday she and i meandered in the shops but didn't buy anything. I missed her so much. On the bus/train ride home, (i missed both the train and the bus... technically i missed the bust first and in rsult missed the train) mikey and i unofficially decided to not speak anymore.
this week. i went to julie and marty's last night. julie and i stayed up super late talking about her family history. fascinating. seriously, she needs to write a book. everyone ended up so tragically brilliant and at some point in their lives (sometimes irreversibly) fucked hemselves over. (my mom and julie are the only unscathed ones... and the verdict is still out on my mom.) maybe ill write a book about it some day. (maybe ill send a cow into orbit.)
today i had my jumping lesson. amazing. it was windy/dusty, so we went to the eventing field. it's all covered in grass and instead of pretty jumps, there are big ass logs and cliffs and ponds to play on/in. I jumped off a cliff for the first time. it felt amazing. almost as fantastic was jumping through water. pony and i got wet.
ive been going rock climbing a lot with my new friend becca. she's really sweet. i met her through roger, who i also like a lot. i want this band thing to work out all the way down to the tips of my toes. i have horses back and going strong, but i miss the music. and painting. i miss that. maybe tonight if i get my homework all done (hah).
tomorrow im going to drive to cal to see matt. the first date we ever went on, he mentioned that he bought two tickets to go see sufjan stevens in the hopes that i could go to it with him. that was around two and a half months ago tomorrow. altually... hm 24th... minus 5... 19... wait a minute. we've both been wrong. our anniversiary is the 21st. we're dumb. anyway numbers are dumb. whatever, the point is im stoked about the show, which is tomorrow night. im going to crash in bizerk there and drive up to teach lessons on thursday afternoon, spend thursday night with julie and marty, drive back through davis for class on friday, drive to sf to see annemarie that night, crash in sf friday night, hang out during the day and at some point drive back to davis for my show at 8:00 at cafe roma, have annemarie crash with me on saturday night, wake up at the butt crack of dawn to help with the horse show on sunday, leave and get dressed and crap in time to drive annemarie back to sf, meet matt to go to see a play, then drve back to davis that evening. fuck. i need $$. i will go through 2-3 tanks of gas. still cheaper and faster than the train.
fuhhh. i need to get on my homework.
alright yous guys.
enjoy yourselves.
ill do the same.