It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m taking an extended break from cramming for my history midterm. I’ve been drinking hot tea all night trying to stay awake, but I’m convinced that drinking an excessive amount of Coke over the years has made me immune to the stimulating effects of caffeine. My mom drinks coffee at three in the morning and still manages to fall asleep directly afterwards. Maybe it’s hereditary. I feel like I’m getting sick… which is very likely, because I always get sick before I’m about to do something fun. And in the cold. Like go snowboarding with my friends in Big Bear. I keep sneezing and my left eye is all itchy and watery. My dad was sick and my sister was sick and Gerald and Meehchelle are sick. It was bound to happen. I may be immune to stimulants, but I ALWAYS get sick whenever someone within a five-mile radius of me is sick. Plus it’s been raining like crazy in San Diego. The reservoir down the street from my house is overflowing. I remember when it didn’t rain for like a year or two straight and you couldn’t even see the reservoir because it had dried up. I usually ♥ the rain, but this is madness. I drive like 40MPH on the freeway in the rain. People are zooming past me at like 70MPH and I just keep my hands on ten and two and shake my head at their senselessness. After spinning out on the freeway in the pouring rain, I’ve been skerd to drive during even the slightest inclination of dampness. I’m a terrible California driver whose great fear is dying in a horrific car accident. Anyway, I had a bad day today. I think I’m just letting my monetary problems get to me. My second job only gives me part-time shifts on the weekends. My school schedule during the week makes it impossible for my other job to give me enough hours in between my classes. I have three bills a month that are automatically debited from my checking account, so it’s not like I could SKIP a payment, even if I wanted to. My boyfriend doesn’t get enough hours at his job either, so we’re seriously the most poverty-stricken couple EVER. When it’s REALLY bad, we combine our money just so we could take out a twenty at the ATM! Gah. It’s like I’m a struggling artist already. Except I’m not even working as an artist yet. I’m just STRUGGLING. I refuse to ask my parents to help me, because my dad got me out of the hole during the great credit card fiasco of 2000 when I max’d out four credit cards and owed over $2,000. I had just turned eighteen and went a little crazy. I see how happy my parents are about my sister being this über successful auditor travelling around the country, and I would hate to disappoint them again. Pammie knows about my situation and said she would help me out, but I hate borrowing money from her and proving my dad right. There are far less things I hate more than my dad being right about me.
It’s been a while since I last posted. I just haven’t had anything exciting happen these past couple of weeks. This past weekend just flew by. On Friday, I had a SUPER day at work. I picked up my sister from the airport at three in the mother effin morning! Gah. I drove up to the OC with Edgar, Pammie and my mom on Saturday. My sister had some things to pick up at her work and my mom wanted to shop at Southcoast and Edgar wanted to come along for the ride haha. We went bowling with the set that night and everyone was doing hella good except for me with my 70. I’m usually a MACHINE! That’s what Mike Le says anyway. Too bad the usuals couldn’t come (Gerald and Meehchelle are both sick :( Jay and Mike were in Vegas). We just hung out at Errol’s afterwards. On Sunday, Pammie flew back to Chicago, and I had two dinners! One with my family and another with Sheryll and Joey’s families for Sheryll’s birthday. The bill at Emerald was over $400. CHRIST. That’s like My Super Sweet 16 worthy. Speaking of which, those teenagers make me ILL. I get so mad watching that show, but I can’t stop watching it. LOL. It’s an addiction! Like Laguna Beach! I’m so embarassed. Two of the five episodes they’ve aired of My Super Sweet 16 focused on girls from La Jolla, CA. I work in freakin’ La Jolla. I’m just waiting for one of those biatches to walk into my store. I really can’t stand little rich girls like that (and there are SOOOO many in La Jolla). La Jolla in San Diego is equivalent to Beverly Hills in LA. Or Laguna Beach in the OC. That’s why I was surprised when they filmed The Real World, San Diego, in Point freakin’ Loma instead of La Jolla. It smells like fish over there. Awww, speaking of fish… G-Funk died (R.I.P!) so I bought another betta for my dad since he was so upset about it. I spent about fifteen minutes at Petco trying to find the right one. I don’t know what we’re gonna name him. My mom calls him G-Funk #2. Maybe we’ll just call him #2 for short. Or just #. Like Prince.
I want a Kurt Halsey archival giclee for Valentine’s Day. Or for any day actually. President’s Day is also coming up. If you bought me an original painting, I would name my first-born after you. Kurt Halsey is such a beautiful artist. *SIGH* Right now I’m drinking tea that I brewed from my mom’s coffee maker. It kinda tastes like coffee. BLEH. I keep forgetting how bad it tastes and drinking it. I should really stick a post-it note to my monitor so I’ll remember not to drink it. That’s pretty sad, huh? I’ve really got to do some memory exercises or something. I’m that waitress at Denny’s who forgets to bring you the flippin’ ranch dressing you’ve asked me for a billion times. Anyway, I might be taking a class at Mesa College this semester, too. Southwestern, Grossmont AND Mesa? I’m all over this godforsaken city. South, east, north… I should work in the west to balance it all out. I have this design class at Southwestern in the morning that I have to wake up butt-early at 6am for and I’m soooo not a morning person. Skokie asked me what happened to the barista who used to wake up at five in the morning to work at Starbucks. I think I left her ass there when I quit last month (along with my gray hoodie. Drat!). It’ll be much easier to take the night class at Mesa on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Oh well, I have till this Friday to decide since Mesa just started this week and I can still drop that Southwestern course without receiving a W (as if I need another one of those on my transcript the semester before I plan on transferring). I wanted to enroll in Paul Berger’s art history class, but there’s no way I can do that and still have enough availability to get more than eight flippin’ hours a week at work. There was this Hallmark commercial I saw last night that showed this woman walking into this grumpy old man’s office. She’s in her thirties and she says that she used to be a student of his but he doesn’t recognize her. She gives him a Hallmark card that says something along the lines of him planting a seed and not knowing how they turn out and then on the inside it says something like he has planted many seeds and they are all growing even if he doesn’t see them (I know that’s a horrible recap, sorry!). Anyway, he says this phrase and it’s the title of the paper this woman wrote when she was in his class. He remembers her. She turns to leave and he asked her what she’s done with her life… Become a banker..? An internet guru? And she turns around and tells him that she became a TEACHER. Cue the waterworks. Story of my life! I should sue Hallmark for copyright infringement.