August 29, 2003
damn you ERIK! why is it that EVERY SINGLE time i sign on to aim, YOU ARE NEVER ONLINE?!?!?! ass. whuteva. i just felt like talkin to yah. and i didnt feel like gettin dissed on the phone. GREAT. thanks man. so... WHO'S THE SNOB NOW?!?!

anyway... hung out with the sisters yesterday. a MUCH needed get together with the pledge sisters. good shit. gotta love catchin up. i miss my girls. they've always kept me grounded. kinda.

friday night. and what do we do? well after i woke bri up from a nap, i pick him up. we grab some fast food. eat it in a parking lot. hang out at tower, and call it a night. home before midnight because we wanted to make CDs. but every download seems to fail. fuckers. what use is high speed internet if you can't download anything? ugh. so now it's just us two, the computer, and a bottle of hpnotq. yesterday we spent a good amount at D&B. GAAAAAWD we're old. today we were debating about how we were gonna raise our kids. BANG! shoot us. please.


August 27, 2003
sorry. i was in fresno. erik... mexican. dude. i was tryin to call yah. and you say I'M a snob? puh-leeze brutha. anyhoo... holla when you gots minutes to spare.

can't post long. but issues i gotta vent about...
~greg's drink up
~fresno
~411 operators.


August 24, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG!!! whattup lil bro. your traditional birthday drink up is always one of the highlights of my year and a true test of my tolerance. i can always count on you to be the ghetto fuck that you are and still be THE bakla-G that entertains endlessly. love yah bro. but next time... call me. don't text.

brought home one drunk, only to come home to a house full of them. greg's annual. that's a whole story. just wait a bit. cuz i dont have the time right now.

all i can say is... I LOVE MY BROS. unconditionally. no matter how much barf they can get on me. fuckers.


August 23, 2003
Happy birthday to the one person i love dearly enough to get crunked with. MY SWEETHEART. i love you brian. happy birthday.

anyhow... days to remember...
SEPT 6, 2003:: blink @ 4th&B
first monday of oct. FREE DAY AT THE ZOO! yippee!

k. gotta get to work. BYE!


August 22, 2003
sometimes i leave traces of myself...
because a hint of something is all that some people need to remember...
or even to realize...
and if anything...
it will be a subconscious feeling.
but that's all i need.

3.5 hours til game time. i have brian all to myself today (after he gets off work. uh hur.) to celebrate for his birthday tomorrow. bah. i have work from 3-midnight. so the festivities will be run by Bear til i get off work. breakfast tomorrow morning and the strike of midnight will be the extent of our celebrating TOGETHER on his actual birthday, so today, i have my chance to pry any of the romantic out of me to play. so far, i've been at a loss for ideas, but here's the game plan so far.

after i finally sign off of this thing... i have a few errands to run. 1)bank. i need cash tonight. today. for stuff. 2)Bev&more. i get to play bartender on the beach. hip hip hooray! 3)target. beach blanket. a tarp. large, plastic party cups. sunscreen. breakfastinbed tray. 4)D.Z. akins for some grub. 5)ralphs. water. ice. juice. batteries.
then it's off to swoop up brian from his house and we're off to torrey pines reserve for a day at the beach. hopefully this gloom will clear up before then. we'll have lunch on the beach. frolic in the water a bit. and watch the sunset. head back to the pad for some freshening up, and we have a table waiting for us at Black angus at 9pm to sober him up a little. after dinner, i have no clue what to do. i guess we'll take it from there. but a moonlit walk might be in order. midnight is present time. i guess i'll just present it wherever we end up. it's nothing big. [dashboard tickets. a book of songlyrics. A&F s/s button up beach shirt. hollister little league ringer tee. hollister s/s button up madras.] far less than last year's present, but i was on a tight budget this year. add in alcohol, gas, and dinner, and the price goes up. and next week i'm planning to get street scene tickets as a late present. i'm not a bad gf. i'm just a little on the broke side. but hey. i'm trying.

anyway... i have some errands to run. wish me luck.


August 20, 2003
i love that brian dresses well. i like that he knows what looks good on him and wears it. that he knows what looks bad on him and doesnt try to wear it just because it's trendy. i like that he could care less what other people think about his image, but he does take enough care of how he looks (e.g. grooming, hygiene, hole-free garments).

i don't know where that came from. i just felt like saying it. i think it's cuz i spent 6 hours mall-hopping alone yesterday looking for parts of his birthday gift. he's so damn picky that it's hard to find something i know he'll like and wear. frustrating at times, but the end result is always satisfying. came out with 2 things, but still have more to look for.

i had to rearrange my schedule. i woke up at 7:07 and i missed out on the last 14 spaces in the classes i really needed to register for. so i'm gonna try to crash, but if i dont luck out, then i'm screwed. cuz i'm only registered for 17 units, and i know i can only be guaranteed a spot in the 530 stats class. meaning i wont be able to get into a spanish class. meaning i have to stay AN EXTRA SEMESTER... JUST for spanish. fuckers. they shoulda told us this in high school when we were baby-ed. fuckers.

whatever. at least september is gonna be a good month. [[[dasboard.09.21// something.corporate's.North// school.starts.for.spoiled.messy.juniors.shoppers// jer.turns.21// retail.winter.starts]]] hopefully, school and work wont burn me out too much. i wrote myself a little note on my dry erase board. "MAKE BAON! NO MORE SHOPPING! DOWNSIZE COFFEE INTAKE" at least the message will be in my head. eh. it's an effort. a rather poor one. but an effort nonetheless.


August 17, 2003
kind of ping-ponging between CDs as of the moment. my car has been juggling amarkamissionabrandascar and from the attic (damone). in my room the comps between 'between the never and the now' and living well is the best revenge. i think i'm starting a bit late this year with my alternaemo kick. couldnt get out of the pop loop for quite some time. shit. and the holidays are creepin on us with the threat of pophypnotics. whatever. i'm just tryin to limit my spending on cds and the such. just sent in a form ordering back orders of AP. #61 (pumpkins cover), #154 (weeeez), #168 (dashboard), and #173 (NFG) for the boyfriend. excited about 168 cuz it features midtown, nfg n boxcar.

anyhow, after almost an hour in Hollister, i was mesmerized. great environment. i could SOOOO work there. aside from the spoiled blondies that love to produce clutter, i would love to work there. always a magazine to read. comfy clothes at a somewhat (for retail, anyhow) price, my kinda music. hey, who knows, maybe the discount also applies to the abercrombie motherstore. that would be awesomeblossom. i like.

but at the same time. shit. i think i spent over $350 this past week on nothing but clothes. factor in the amount for shoes, and the thought of it makes me want to throw up. shox are a bitch to buy. and i hate myself for being such a shopping whore. but whateer. i needed my fall clothes. UGH. *barf* what's even more barfable is the fact that i've been seriously contemplating opening a saks account to get these prada tweed pumps from the fall collection and emporio loafers.

but first i need tires. a tune up. and a new rear bumper. my poor kid. he's been so neglected.


August 15, 2003
she said, "I've got to be honest, you're wasting your time if you're fishin around here."

and i said, "You must be mistaken. I'm not foolin, this feelin is real."

she said, "You've gotta be crazy! What do you take me for? Some kind of easy mark?"

"No, you've got wits, you've got looks, you've got passion,
but i swear you've got me all wrong."
I'll be true. I'll be useful. I'll be cavalier. I'll be yours my dear.
I'll belong to you if you just let me through.

This is easy as lovers go. So don't complicate it by hesitating.
This is wonderful as loving goes.
This is tailor-made, what's the sense in waiting?

I said, "I've got to be honest. I've been waiting for you all my life."
For so long I thought I was asylum bound, but just seeing you makes me thing twice.
And being with you here makes me sane. I fear I'll go crazy if you leave my side.

"You've got wits, you 've got looks, you've got passion,
but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?"

every time i hear this song, it gives me butterflies. sometimes i tear. because it reminds me of me&bri. how happy we are. how much he loves me. how much i love him. and reminds me of how far we've gone in our relationship. genuinely loving, and growing. surpassing all of our expectations thus far. but knowing that there is so much more in store. this is WONDERFUL as loving goes.


August 14, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEMO!!! see! i remember. i always remember. even when august becomes june. or the 14th becomes the second. then the 23rd. miss ya much mind twin. =)

YEY vendetta red! super excited cuz they're opening for dashboard. yey i get to hear por vida live! sorry. i'm kinda outta the loop. i just heard today that they would be here w/ them.

err. not sore yet. i have a feeling it's gonna hit me hard tomorrow. on a sale friday. yey. i'm excited. cuz you know... i love work so much and all. cuz it's so easy. ugh. shoot me.

oh yeah. and if anyone has JUSTIFIED, can i borrow please? so i can burn it? please? spanks.


August 13, 2003
i'm beat. i dont even know how i managed to get my fat ass upstairs.

just got home from a workout. me n the girls decided that our fat asses needed to get to the gym before our jiggles got even more out of control. there was a spin class at 24hour fitness today. khris and tonia already have memberships, and i decided to join with a guest pass. (gettin in under bri's plan asap). we get there. the class is cancelled, but we're still all jigglin. so we start on the stationary bikes. burn some calories. work our way to the machines. tone our legs. free weights for the arms. machines for the abs. a street dance class. stair climber. and a couple of pull ups. two and a half hours. holy monkey i'm gonna be sore tomorrow. i'm not used to this just quite yet. grrr. i'm such a weakling.

in other news, i've decided to go super gung ho and do the 23 units. hey. if khris can do 20, and vanesssa 21, then i should be well and able to do 23. no parties. no drinking. no fun. i need to get me n bri outta san diego. school is the only way out for me.

erik, have a safe trip. dont worry bout miss piggy. she likes the sunshine.


August 12, 2003
weeellll... i finally finished registering. oy vey! at least the load isn't as bad as i thought it would be. ready fo me? heeeeeere goes nuthin. (or at least... here's my schedule, stalkers)
T/Th 8am-915 ENG 405 :The bible as literature
T/Th 930am-1045 PSY 321 :Organizational Psych
Th 12pm-1:50 PSY 301L :Testing and Methods Lab
T/Th 2pm-315 PSY 301 :Testing and Methods
T/Th 4pm-640 PSY 320 :Industrial Psych
T/Th 7pm-840 SPAN 102 :Intro to spanish II
W 7pm-940 SOC 410 :Psych of self in society

only 20 units. not bad considering that i was going to do my neuro classes this semester along with my stats courses. but i'll hold off on it til next semester. YEY! i'm almost there! i just have to do the upper division writing exam, GRE exam, and another 19 units next semester and ONWARD to GRADUATION! yeyyeyeyeyey! i'm proud of me. 4 years. at SDSU. as a psych major. in a sorority. working full time all the way. WOOOOO! sorry. but to someone that's only managed to stay slightly above average, that's a big thing.

anyhoo... i have some sleep to catch up on and work in a couple of hours. peace yah laters people.


August 9, 2003
jason mraz is playin at del mar tonight. i coulda gotten tickets. but forgot that i've already made plans with mi familia. =T yeow well. not like i didnt miss him perform those other millions of times before he got big.

on another note... heat really does rise. i think the temperature difference between the first and second floors of my house is at least a good 7 degrees. and the temp difference from when i lay down on my bed or stand up is a good one or two degrees. oof. damn it's hot as hell. AC is what work is good for.

speaking of work....
dear jer... hey. help me get into the baller's club. i'll sell my soul and work there. at least it's not working for the devil and selling cingular. but at this point, anything is better than where i'm working. sucks to lose the discount tho. but anyhow... what do i need? 3 refs and a resume? thanks math buddy.

ooh. randomness.... i was drivin on the 15S last night. tryin to open my dashboard cd (the unplugged one finally went on sale at tower). the thing was DOUBLE WRAPPED. ugh. who the fuck double wraps a cd? but anyhow... out of the corner of my eye, i see a silver civic lining up on my side. i'm thinking... "oh my god. go away little civic. i'm trying to open my cd here" then i see WAVING. WTF?!? so i put my cd down, look to the left, and catch a glimpse of a girl. initially not recognizing her, but i see another silhouette in the drivers seat. i slow down, the civic speeds up. and i make a call. it was jen. how random. i guess they were drivin behind me, she recognized my sorority name on my license plate, so they pulled up next to me. um. okay. p.s. the driver was ex-boyfriend erik. cousin of first boyfriend joseph. long story about that family. but we wont get into that just yet. go through the archives. you're sure to find something.

but anyhow... i'm burning up. and i have some laundry to do before bowling for bibles.


August 7, 2003
amazing what you can accomplish when you finally set your mind on it. i've decided to quit my job. regardless of whether or not i have a new job or not. i figger that i'll be able to survive. and i need to focus on school anyway. but anyhow... khris and i decided to have an anti-bf night. invited a coupla other girls along. but all we ended up doing was having a bitch session. felt good tho. logan (khris's man) ended up joining us. wow. we have SOOOO much willpower. ugh. i make me sick. but anyhow... 5 hookahs and a coupla drinks later, i stumbled around downtown at 1am looking for my car. i parked by the federal building. but all those buildings all look the same to me at night.

dear erik...thought you could use some help...
coronado: take the bridge over. right on ORANGE. right when you see downtown. left across the street from the kentacohut. dont forget your camera. and your banig.
soledad: 5 north. exit grand/garnet. left on garnet. right on mt. soledad. right on la jolla scenic drive.
then go down the big hill. (unless you're goin to find midget town) left on ardath. right on prospect. and make a right anywhere and you'll hit the beach.
i had fun today. you're superfun. wonder how you are when you're high. well in any case, if you get lost, just gimme a call. i'll probably be at work, but call anyway cuz i might see it and call you from work.

k. gotta put on my hussy clothes so i can get hammered in PB. toodles people.


August 2, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES! you've always been my test tube twin, and no matter how much you snob me, you'll always be. =) cheers my bitter, lovesick friend. i love you to death. it was good to see you again. maybe next time i'll get to meet the flavor of the week... that's actually spanned a 3week period. ooh. she's catchin up.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG LAZARTE. you're somewhere out there. hope you and the wifey are havin a grand ol time. you two were the first of the group to get hitched. happy for yah. maybe someday you guys will finally accept me as a friend, and not the ex-gf.

okay. so we got bored in ralphs the other day. so we start to look at magazines. and i catch a glimpse of the NEW RX8. are you kidding me? and RX 8!!! okay. to this day, i'm still marveling at what they have managed to do. 250 horsies .... NATURALLY ASPIRATED. from a 1.4 liter engine. ONE POINT FUCKING FOUR!!! and on top of that... they managed to lose massive poundage ( i believe the number was 92 lbs.) AND add 2 seats in the back! (it's predecessor was a 2-seater). so can someone PLEASE explain to me how they were able to do that? what was it? did the engineers at mazda get abducted by aliens and came back with extraordinary intelligence? what is it? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?!?!?

so anyhow. that's been the bulk of my thoughts. getting hammered every night and having to work everyday of the week kinda takes up your time.

in other news, since i have all saturday off... i've decided to stay home, wash my kid, and see how long i could watch the disney channel. tonight, me and the girls have an anti-boyfriend night planned. ... er... at least until the boyfriends get off work. (yes, i have girls now. we've created the "pathetic club" for girls that have no lives outside of work and their boyfriends and bf's friends.... sad, i tell yah. sad. so we've united. in hopes of reestablishing ourselves as independent women) it's really sad. but it's fun. we shop. we crack jokes. we talk drama. fucking boyfriends have made us into dull, clingy, pathetic little girls.