Well, I got in my first real car accident on Thursday. Not my fault, yet my car was the only one that sustained damage. And boy what damage it is. A Jeep Cherokee basically t-boned me right at the hinges of my passenger side door. So, now my passenger door does not open, I have a view of the sky in my right side-view mirror, the entire right side ( Read more... )

Now is one of those times where I sit back, look at my life, and wonder what the fuck I'm doing. It's called the "mid-semester slump". Some of the questions I ask myself are as follows ( Read more... )

They are well. I dropped down to six units, because I am incredibly unhappy going to school full time. I'd prefer to take a couple worthwhile classes and slowly get my GE done rather than rush and overload myself with six classes I can't stand ( Read more... )

So, I've replaced most everything from my backpack. I don't have a sweater or a camera, but those things will come with time ( Read more... )

So, I bought a space in the parking garage by my house, which is $95/month. Whatevs. So, my code doesn't work to get in, my pedestrian gate key doesn't fit the lock, and there's someone else with a tag for my spot. Shit. It's the weekend. The office isn't open. Fuck ( Read more... )

This semester is going to be crazy. ( Let me break it down: )

My current turmoil was realized last night ( Read more... )

Rosie died this morning.

I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

Well, I'm back in Santa Cruz. It's wonderful here. I remember a while back, I'd pitched the idea of moving here to go to Cabrillo to my parents, to which they replied an overwhelming no. And then I just kind of forgot about it, and then ended up moving out on my own anyway, but going to City College. I probably should've just come to Santa Cruz. Oh ( Read more... )

Tonight, from San Francisco, I made an impromptu trip to Santa Cruz with my friend Chris. We left at around 1 and arrived close to 2. In the morning. Once there, we met up with Chris' girlfriend, Heather, who is an amazing individual. We putzed around the boardwalk for a couple hours. They showed me a wonderful place...a dumpster at a papermill ( Read more... )