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Okay. A real update. On my kickass weekend on the streets of SoCal.
Righty-o then. Let's start with Sat\urday mornin', when the brother, the brother's girlfriend Brittany, and I hit the road to California. We left at about 6:30 AM, stopped for tacos in Baker, and kept on drivin' . . . straight to Anaheim. Okay. They have express lanes on the freeway there. You can actually PAY 1.75 to drive faster than everyone else. I found it quite hysterical. So, my brother tells me to call Chels when we are about 30 minutes away from Rob ( the awesome guy the bro and Britt were staying with. ) She is not awake, because when Leah and Adam got there the night before, it was fun and exciting and they didn't go to sleep until 4 am. So, she says she'll leave. We get to Rob's, I'm checkin' out the mini bar in the garage and Chels is STILL NOT THERE, like... an hour after I called. Which pisses my extremely sensitive brother off. So, whatever. She comes, Adam, Leah and I all pile in the backseat of her Honda, and we are off. We are blasting Ashlee Simpson. And driving poor Adam insane. ( we'll get back to this Ashlee Simpson thing, trust me. ) We all arrive at Chels' house at about 2:00 and we eat some cake, then we get ready for the beach. After deciding to go to Huntington Beach, we all mash ourselve back into Chels' little red Honda, and we are off to the beach. Okay, parking was whoa. She cannot parallel park whatsoever. Adam, who is 15, has to tell her she needs to back into the space if she wants to parallel. ( not that I could do any better. ) We set up a quaint little spot on the beach, and Adam and I go boodie boarding. Oh, do I kick ass. Yes, yes I do. Except that about the second time I rode a wave... the wave rode my bikini bottoms off. Yes. My ass crack. And the hot summer sun. They got well aquainted. Okay. So, I go back to the towels so Chels and Leah can boogie board, and off runs Adam leaving me alone guarding their shiite. Whatever. So, I call Linnie, we chat it up, and Chels runs up, tells me to leave the crap and come body surfing. Righty-o. So, off we run into the sunset. Chels finds this hillarious ding-dong shaped peice of kelp and I pretend to ride it, slapping it in a somewhat pornographic way. So Chelsea takes Leah's digital camera and takes a picture. EXCEPT, she unknowingly presses the "record" button and makes a mini porno of me like... riding this peice of kelp. Let me tell you. This will BE a legacy. Okay, I roll in the sand, specifically for the reason of making myself look like a total ass in public. fun. We leave the beach, and Chelsea and I are screaming "Pieces of Me" at an alarming decibal level. Very, very alarming. Adam no longer cares about our Ashlee Simpson fetish, because his tongue is jammed down Leah's throat in the backseat. So, Chels and I play "Pieces of Me" no less than 5 times on the way to her house. We all take showers. Eat some pizza. Crack some jokes. Adam: "Rachel, you are a Jew bagel." Lmao. Okay. Fin on the pizza. Then, we all get back into Chels' car and go to Rock n' Bowl ( Nevadan translation: Cosmic Bowling. ) OMG, it kicked some extremely rockin' ass. Robbie ( her youth leader, and THE most amazing person I have ever had the priviledge of meeting. ) keeps steppin' all over my foul line. So, needless to say, my score was not all that pretty. The second time I was up, I fell right on my right elbow ( and it still hurts ) but somehow got a strike. It was SO fun. I was kind of laying down on the little benchy things, and Robbie comes over and sits on me. Then he was all like "I farted on you." Okay, how hillariously disgusting is that? He was kidding, but whoa, intense, yo. We leave at like 1:30 am, and Robbie makes me give him my number so he can come visit me while he was in Vegas on work. ( EXCEPT THAT HE DIDN'T. ) Then... we play "Pieces of Me" SO LOUD. I MEAN... WHOA LOUD. It was beautiful. Robbie laughed at us, but hey. We get home.. and I am tired, so I sleep. Next day, Chels and I get up at 5:00, and we leave for San Deigo ( with Starbucks ) at 6. We have to go to the bathroom, so we stop on this one street... Gellesspe or something. Then we drive into SD to look for Sam's church. ( Sam... sexy beast, camp style. ) We can't find it. No joke.. like an hour of driving aimlessly. So Chels decides "hey, I'll just drive west and hope I hit the beach." because Sam's church is by the beach. And by some magical defect of humanity... WE FREAKING FIND IT, lmao. So, we go to his church, hooray. But Sam has to work, because neither Leah, nor Chels tell him we were gonna be there. So we drag his manslut of a brother to the beach with us. Shit happens. Too much to describe. But like... and hour after the Leah and Matt shit hit the fan, Matt tromps up with a freaking hamburger and fries like he owns the joint. Okay, more drama. We decide to go get mexican food in Olde Towne. I've had better, but it was FRICKLICIOUS. M'kay. Leah and Adam leave to go back to North Hollywood and Ventura. Chelsea and I go and visit her ungrateful bastard of a boyfriend ( now ex. ). Okay. We drop Matt off, go to Chels godmom's house, whine about the olympics and faucet defaults, and sleep. In the morning we eat some cookies and tortillas, go visit Sam. He has to go. We need lunch. We go to Olde Towne again. Then, we go buy the JoJo CD for some driving music. ( horrid, btw. ) Somehow, we keep wasting time in SD. ( Chels wants to see her fruitcake of a b/f and so we waste 6 hours so she can see him after football practice. ) Okay. So we go to Mission Bay, we have a somewhat deep discussion while walking. We collect seashells, which I left in her car. ::weeps:: Then we drive to Coronado. OMG, that beach.. that island is GORGEOUS. Then, we go visit bastard cake, who has THE RUDEST little brother ever. Anyway, then.. FINALLY, we leave SD. But I am having all these awful, gut wrenching Jered thoughts. And the song "Only One" by Yellowcard comes on. The lyrics, how I felt about Jered. It kind of exploded in my brain when I realized how messed up that situation was. I acutally... like, loved the kid. And it was just... so much deception and unspoken things when we broke up.. it was unreal, kids. Seriously. Anyway, we get home, chat online, Chels makes me a "MySpace" thinger. Fun. We sleep. Waffles in the morning. Brother pissed off because we were late. ( my fault. the kids fault. ) Fin. It kicked ass. Oh yes, Robbie called me while we were shopping in Baker, and I told him I'd hang out that night. But when I got home.. I didn't want to. So I told him to call Janey and set up a time that was good for all of us. He never called me back. Gah. Okay, now I am done.
LINNIE, WILL YOU BURN ME THE YELLOWCARD CDS YOU HAVE ON ONE CD? ♥
Righty-o then. Let's start with Sat\urday mornin', when the brother, the brother's girlfriend Brittany, and I hit the road to California. We left at about 6:30 AM, stopped for tacos in Baker, and kept on drivin' . . . straight to Anaheim. Okay. They have express lanes on the freeway there. You can actually PAY 1.75 to drive faster than everyone else. I found it quite hysterical. So, my brother tells me to call Chels when we are about 30 minutes away from Rob ( the awesome guy the bro and Britt were staying with. ) She is not awake, because when Leah and Adam got there the night before, it was fun and exciting and they didn't go to sleep until 4 am. So, she says she'll leave. We get to Rob's, I'm checkin' out the mini bar in the garage and Chels is STILL NOT THERE, like... an hour after I called. Which pisses my extremely sensitive brother off. So, whatever. She comes, Adam, Leah and I all pile in the backseat of her Honda, and we are off. We are blasting Ashlee Simpson. And driving poor Adam insane. ( we'll get back to this Ashlee Simpson thing, trust me. ) We all arrive at Chels' house at about 2:00 and we eat some cake, then we get ready for the beach. After deciding to go to Huntington Beach, we all mash ourselve back into Chels' little red Honda, and we are off to the beach. Okay, parking was whoa. She cannot parallel park whatsoever. Adam, who is 15, has to tell her she needs to back into the space if she wants to parallel. ( not that I could do any better. ) We set up a quaint little spot on the beach, and Adam and I go boodie boarding. Oh, do I kick ass. Yes, yes I do. Except that about the second time I rode a wave... the wave rode my bikini bottoms off. Yes. My ass crack. And the hot summer sun. They got well aquainted. Okay. So, I go back to the towels so Chels and Leah can boogie board, and off runs Adam leaving me alone guarding their shiite. Whatever. So, I call Linnie, we chat it up, and Chels runs up, tells me to leave the crap and come body surfing. Righty-o. So, off we run into the sunset. Chels finds this hillarious ding-dong shaped peice of kelp and I pretend to ride it, slapping it in a somewhat pornographic way. So Chelsea takes Leah's digital camera and takes a picture. EXCEPT, she unknowingly presses the "record" button and makes a mini porno of me like... riding this peice of kelp. Let me tell you. This will BE a legacy. Okay, I roll in the sand, specifically for the reason of making myself look like a total ass in public. fun. We leave the beach, and Chelsea and I are screaming "Pieces of Me" at an alarming decibal level. Very, very alarming. Adam no longer cares about our Ashlee Simpson fetish, because his tongue is jammed down Leah's throat in the backseat. So, Chels and I play "Pieces of Me" no less than 5 times on the way to her house. We all take showers. Eat some pizza. Crack some jokes. Adam: "Rachel, you are a Jew bagel." Lmao. Okay. Fin on the pizza. Then, we all get back into Chels' car and go to Rock n' Bowl ( Nevadan translation: Cosmic Bowling. ) OMG, it kicked some extremely rockin' ass. Robbie ( her youth leader, and THE most amazing person I have ever had the priviledge of meeting. ) keeps steppin' all over my foul line. So, needless to say, my score was not all that pretty. The second time I was up, I fell right on my right elbow ( and it still hurts ) but somehow got a strike. It was SO fun. I was kind of laying down on the little benchy things, and Robbie comes over and sits on me. Then he was all like "I farted on you." Okay, how hillariously disgusting is that? He was kidding, but whoa, intense, yo. We leave at like 1:30 am, and Robbie makes me give him my number so he can come visit me while he was in Vegas on work. ( EXCEPT THAT HE DIDN'T. ) Then... we play "Pieces of Me" SO LOUD. I MEAN... WHOA LOUD. It was beautiful. Robbie laughed at us, but hey. We get home.. and I am tired, so I sleep. Next day, Chels and I get up at 5:00, and we leave for San Deigo ( with Starbucks ) at 6. We have to go to the bathroom, so we stop on this one street... Gellesspe or something. Then we drive into SD to look for Sam's church. ( Sam... sexy beast, camp style. ) We can't find it. No joke.. like an hour of driving aimlessly. So Chels decides "hey, I'll just drive west and hope I hit the beach." because Sam's church is by the beach. And by some magical defect of humanity... WE FREAKING FIND IT, lmao. So, we go to his church, hooray. But Sam has to work, because neither Leah, nor Chels tell him we were gonna be there. So we drag his manslut of a brother to the beach with us. Shit happens. Too much to describe. But like... and hour after the Leah and Matt shit hit the fan, Matt tromps up with a freaking hamburger and fries like he owns the joint. Okay, more drama. We decide to go get mexican food in Olde Towne. I've had better, but it was FRICKLICIOUS. M'kay. Leah and Adam leave to go back to North Hollywood and Ventura. Chelsea and I go and visit her ungrateful bastard of a boyfriend ( now ex. ). Okay. We drop Matt off, go to Chels godmom's house, whine about the olympics and faucet defaults, and sleep. In the morning we eat some cookies and tortillas, go visit Sam. He has to go. We need lunch. We go to Olde Towne again. Then, we go buy the JoJo CD for some driving music. ( horrid, btw. ) Somehow, we keep wasting time in SD. ( Chels wants to see her fruitcake of a b/f and so we waste 6 hours so she can see him after football practice. ) Okay. So we go to Mission Bay, we have a somewhat deep discussion while walking. We collect seashells, which I left in her car. ::weeps:: Then we drive to Coronado. OMG, that beach.. that island is GORGEOUS. Then, we go visit bastard cake, who has THE RUDEST little brother ever. Anyway, then.. FINALLY, we leave SD. But I am having all these awful, gut wrenching Jered thoughts. And the song "Only One" by Yellowcard comes on. The lyrics, how I felt about Jered. It kind of exploded in my brain when I realized how messed up that situation was. I acutally... like, loved the kid. And it was just... so much deception and unspoken things when we broke up.. it was unreal, kids. Seriously. Anyway, we get home, chat online, Chels makes me a "MySpace" thinger. Fun. We sleep. Waffles in the morning. Brother pissed off because we were late. ( my fault. the kids fault. ) Fin. It kicked ass. Oh yes, Robbie called me while we were shopping in Baker, and I told him I'd hang out that night. But when I got home.. I didn't want to. So I told him to call Janey and set up a time that was good for all of us. He never called me back. Gah. Okay, now I am done.
LINNIE, WILL YOU BURN ME THE YELLOWCARD CDS YOU HAVE ON ONE CD? ♥