oh wow, old draft....
Wrote so much i dont have the heart to delete it....haha i dont even remember what day this was. Dont feel like finishing it now.
wow. who'da thunk i would go to San Diego this weekend? NOT ME!
Thats why surprise road trips are always fun. Take you completely by surprise and you have no frickin idea what will happen. Best kind of adventures in my opinion. SO the main reason i am posting this is so i can remember everything when i decide to look back on this journal. While everything is semi-fresh in my brain....
SO last friday started out as any other one that has become recent as of late. Stayed up late the night before on the internets because i was channeling the sin of SLOTH and did nothing else. It seemed to stay with me because the next day after being woken up as usual by phone calls and text messages i went back on the computer and didnt leave it until i had to leave to go to a late orientation for my future job [tutoring!]. I swear it crept up on me. i was being good, eating healthy, getting my workout clothes on.... then the fanfiction bug bit me. And my eyeballs never left the screen.
Since i was so addiction to the fanfiction i was reading, i ended up getting ready later than i intended, meaning i had to play the getting-ready-to-go-out olympic run. Not fun. then run about my apartment in 3 in. heels trying to find everything i need and print out directions. And then, drive in said heels. i think that was only my second time doing so and i was a little rough on the breaks. not good when you're scared of your own driving.
Luckily there was not much traffic on the 405 N. so i zoomed by on the freeway and somehow managed to avoid a speeding ticket to make my appointment on time. I get there, do some last minute primping, make the loudest noises i have ever heard heels make as i powerwalk to the elevator and to the suite, get in.....and its empty. Me and my amazing memory strike again and i somehow got the dates confused. the orientation was YESTERDAY [thurs]. Luckily the administration is nice, so i rescheduled.
Sooo...silently stewing in my own frustration, i make my way back to my car, pay the parking fee [i wouldnt have if i spent 2 min LESS but oh well. only $3...] and curse myself and my luck as i get back on the road, dreading the traffic that i know is awaiting me.
Not wanting to wallow in my own misery alone, i call my best buddy lauren to complain. she invites me over since i was closer to her than my apartment and i say ok as she finds something for us to do, which she does. We both assume that from where i was getting on the 405 S. that i will come across the 10 E. and from there i would get the 5 S. to get to her place. No such thing happens. I drive all the way on it, and before i know it, im back in LB. I came across the 710 and i thought i could also take it to her place, but decided against it since i couldnt get a hold of her to make sure [she didnt answer her PHONE in time...] SO i say 'fuck it' and go back to my apartment, run in again in my 3 in heels [i couldnt take em off easily w/the buckles so i left them on] to grab my laundry and a few things. Nearly killing myself in the process of walking down the stairs as i swung a good 15-20 lb load onto my back. Still high on the adrenaline of nearly dieing and the frustration of my stupidness i zoom my way to her house without incident. Thank god.
wow. who'da thunk i would go to San Diego this weekend? NOT ME!
Thats why surprise road trips are always fun. Take you completely by surprise and you have no frickin idea what will happen. Best kind of adventures in my opinion. SO the main reason i am posting this is so i can remember everything when i decide to look back on this journal. While everything is semi-fresh in my brain....
SO last friday started out as any other one that has become recent as of late. Stayed up late the night before on the internets because i was channeling the sin of SLOTH and did nothing else. It seemed to stay with me because the next day after being woken up as usual by phone calls and text messages i went back on the computer and didnt leave it until i had to leave to go to a late orientation for my future job [tutoring!]. I swear it crept up on me. i was being good, eating healthy, getting my workout clothes on.... then the fanfiction bug bit me. And my eyeballs never left the screen.
Since i was so addiction to the fanfiction i was reading, i ended up getting ready later than i intended, meaning i had to play the getting-ready-to-go-out olympic run. Not fun. then run about my apartment in 3 in. heels trying to find everything i need and print out directions. And then, drive in said heels. i think that was only my second time doing so and i was a little rough on the breaks. not good when you're scared of your own driving.
Luckily there was not much traffic on the 405 N. so i zoomed by on the freeway and somehow managed to avoid a speeding ticket to make my appointment on time. I get there, do some last minute primping, make the loudest noises i have ever heard heels make as i powerwalk to the elevator and to the suite, get in.....and its empty. Me and my amazing memory strike again and i somehow got the dates confused. the orientation was YESTERDAY [thurs]. Luckily the administration is nice, so i rescheduled.
Sooo...silently stewing in my own frustration, i make my way back to my car, pay the parking fee [i wouldnt have if i spent 2 min LESS but oh well. only $3...] and curse myself and my luck as i get back on the road, dreading the traffic that i know is awaiting me.
Not wanting to wallow in my own misery alone, i call my best buddy lauren to complain. she invites me over since i was closer to her than my apartment and i say ok as she finds something for us to do, which she does. We both assume that from where i was getting on the 405 S. that i will come across the 10 E. and from there i would get the 5 S. to get to her place. No such thing happens. I drive all the way on it, and before i know it, im back in LB. I came across the 710 and i thought i could also take it to her place, but decided against it since i couldnt get a hold of her to make sure [she didnt answer her PHONE in time...] SO i say 'fuck it' and go back to my apartment, run in again in my 3 in heels [i couldnt take em off easily w/the buckles so i left them on] to grab my laundry and a few things. Nearly killing myself in the process of walking down the stairs as i swung a good 15-20 lb load onto my back. Still high on the adrenaline of nearly dieing and the frustration of my stupidness i zoom my way to her house without incident. Thank god.