head explodes. tea is dead. what a bloody mess.
In the last couple of days, I think I've driven ....over 300 miles. And just lots of being in transit. It's so exhausting.
Monday: Drove to Berkeley w/ Jesse and had an interview and did two hours of chores and walked around Berkeley with my sister for 4 hours and then drove to Martinez and tried on traditional vietnamese dresses and got unwarranted advice about bras from my aunt who thinks I am not a lady/has no idea how to dress
Tuesday: Negotiated re-admittance policies with art-advisor from UCLA.
Wednesday: Drove to Sacramento to see my Brother. Painted rooms in his house. Watched Bolt and cried three times. Had dessert wine for the first time (AMAZING!).
Thursday: Went to lab with brother. Drew naked people (not naked lab people). Went to meat lab and saw skinned carcass of cow. Went out to a birthday dinner with his friends. Went back and got ass kicked at monopoly.
Friday: Got up before 9 AM and left Sacramento by 9 30. Drove brother to work in Davis. Drove to Concord to drop of GPS for family. Drove to Berkeley to drop shit off. Dropped off camera for Sean to borrow. Picked up Will from the house (he is a housemate) and drove to San Francisco. Went to Bakery, hung out on Valencia (Pirate store!), went to the De Young, hunted Buffalo in Golden Gate park, went to playground in golden gate park, found out it is illegal for me to be in SF playgrounds now that I'm an adult, unless accompanied by child, broke that law, drove back to cafe to find it is closed, went to different cafe, dropped will off, rushed to Jesse's family's home 35 minute drive away, got lost (how??) made it on time, ate, had mad allergies, took benadryl, passed out somehow. Had weird dreams.
Saturday: Woke up. Went home. Showered. Ate food. Took nap. 2 PM = drive to San Francisco, got stuck in traffic, ate cookies in traffic, yelled at drivers, picked up Jesse's brother from ballet, went to the palace of fine arts to meet up with a couple, took their photos, drove them to baker beach, took more photos, drove them back to their car, picked up oliver's girlfriend at her apartment in san francisco, drove back to jesse's family's house 1 hour+ away, ate food, made jokes, died a little inside, broke plans with jonathan because realized that i will die if i continue living life non-stop. Cuddled with jesse for half an hour, went home, listened to mom and dad bitch at each other because they are tired and cranky and so am i. gave them chocolate. blogged.
That is my life. I am so friggin tired.
Monday, I start work. That's why I broke plans with Jonathan...tomorrow we were going to a boat show but I need a break. I NEED A BREAK.
Monday: Drove to Berkeley w/ Jesse and had an interview and did two hours of chores and walked around Berkeley with my sister for 4 hours and then drove to Martinez and tried on traditional vietnamese dresses and got unwarranted advice about bras from my aunt who thinks I am not a lady/has no idea how to dress
Tuesday: Negotiated re-admittance policies with art-advisor from UCLA.
Wednesday: Drove to Sacramento to see my Brother. Painted rooms in his house. Watched Bolt and cried three times. Had dessert wine for the first time (AMAZING!).
Thursday: Went to lab with brother. Drew naked people (not naked lab people). Went to meat lab and saw skinned carcass of cow. Went out to a birthday dinner with his friends. Went back and got ass kicked at monopoly.
Friday: Got up before 9 AM and left Sacramento by 9 30. Drove brother to work in Davis. Drove to Concord to drop of GPS for family. Drove to Berkeley to drop shit off. Dropped off camera for Sean to borrow. Picked up Will from the house (he is a housemate) and drove to San Francisco. Went to Bakery, hung out on Valencia (Pirate store!), went to the De Young, hunted Buffalo in Golden Gate park, went to playground in golden gate park, found out it is illegal for me to be in SF playgrounds now that I'm an adult, unless accompanied by child, broke that law, drove back to cafe to find it is closed, went to different cafe, dropped will off, rushed to Jesse's family's home 35 minute drive away, got lost (how??) made it on time, ate, had mad allergies, took benadryl, passed out somehow. Had weird dreams.
Saturday: Woke up. Went home. Showered. Ate food. Took nap. 2 PM = drive to San Francisco, got stuck in traffic, ate cookies in traffic, yelled at drivers, picked up Jesse's brother from ballet, went to the palace of fine arts to meet up with a couple, took their photos, drove them to baker beach, took more photos, drove them back to their car, picked up oliver's girlfriend at her apartment in san francisco, drove back to jesse's family's house 1 hour+ away, ate food, made jokes, died a little inside, broke plans with jonathan because realized that i will die if i continue living life non-stop. Cuddled with jesse for half an hour, went home, listened to mom and dad bitch at each other because they are tired and cranky and so am i. gave them chocolate. blogged.
That is my life. I am so friggin tired.
Monday, I start work. That's why I broke plans with Jonathan...tomorrow we were going to a boat show but I need a break. I NEED A BREAK.