| Samwise Is A Tropper |
[23 Jan 2010|01:32am] |
Had my worse experience with Sam today.
I had left around 10pm to go hang out at Albert's house and grab some pork chops he cooked. I took Delaware with me and of course left Sam at home. (Delaware is MY guide dog I got today, more on him later. All I have to say about him right now, is he's SUCH a puppy compared to Neanne, I hope in two more months he's at her level.)
When I get home a little before midnight and Courtney is sitting on the couch eating her cereal dinner. I go to my room expecting to see Sam sleeping in her cat bed that is at the foot of my bed. When I didn't find her there, I asked Court if the cat was with her because Sam likes hanging in the rooms where all the people are. She said no. "Hmmm..?" this was odd, maybe Sam found a new secret hiding spot for herself to sleep in. I wasn't worried though because Sam is the kind of cat that when you call for her from another room, she comes racing to you.
I called her name out a few times expecting to hear her funny throaty noise and see her run towards me. But no, there was no cat. At this point I start getting very worried. It's very out of character of Sam to not come when her is named is called by me. Then I get to thinking, maybe she's upstairs perched on some window sill to enthralled by the outside world to bother coming downstairs to answer me. So just in case I go upstairs and look for her. Nope. No cat.
Ok, now I'm starting to panic. I realize - my cat is not inside the house. At this point Courtney mentions she hasn't seen the cat for a long time and that one of the residents from the back house had come in to do laundry...so maybe the cat got out. OH THANKS, NO SHIT SHERLOCK, I figured out my cat isn't in the house!
Although I'm slightly panicked, Sam has been good with coming back if I call to her from a doorway to let her back in the house. I go to the front door and call her, but no luck. I go to the garage door and call to her, but no luck. I go to the laundry door and call her, but no luck. "WHAT IS GOING ON?!" I think to myself. Did my cat get ran over? Did she get out, go to close to one of our neighbor's house and they took her? I mean, I wouldn't blame anyone for taking my cat, she's pretty damn good looking, but wtf, that would be so douchey! She doesn't have her collar on, nor is she microchipped yet. I would have no means of reclaiming her if she was cat snatched.
Anyway, I call to her from each door several times, to the point that I need to go outside and circle the house. I couldn't just wait inside the house for her to come home. I had to TRY to find her. So I slip my rainboots on and trek around the house, into the street, across the street and back. I go a little ways into the field behind our house an call to her, but no, she doesn't respond, or come running to me.
This is bad, really bad.
Without a flashlight or any other means of finding her, I realize I have to bank my chances on the morning when there is at least some light out for visibility.
So I start getting ready for bed because it's pointless to try to do anything in the state I was in. Inside I was super sad expecting the worse. I was also pissed at Delaware because I thought my last memories with Sam would be of me telling her to stop picking on the big, annoying dog. When I saw her toys, I kept thinking to myself, "I should have played with her more," and how I hope she didn't run away because she was mad at me for bringing yet ANOTHER dog to her domain.
I was putting something away in the kitchen and walking Delaware around the house supervising him and his terrible case of garbage mouth when I turn and look out our glass door and see a faint image of a cat against the window. SAM?! I hurry and open the door and in walks in my little queen with her fur drenched and dirty paws.
Fining her ALIVE was great, but finding her before I went to bed was even better because I wouldn't have slept well and then would have to wake up super early to take of the Delaware who is use to waking up at 5am.
Ugh, can't finish this entry. Too tired. Goonight.
I love you Samwise Gamgee.
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| Neanne |
[16 Jan 2010|07:51pm] |
Since last quarter I have been slowly but surely, making my way to becoming a puppy raiser for Guide dogs for the Blind. Last quarter I jumped through the necessary hoops to get an application. Luckily it was simple enough, but it just took a long time. I had to attend three consecutive club meetings in order to get an application and then after that needed to be scheduled for a home visit and puppy sit a puppy from the group.
The last two took a long time because by the time I got my application in it was winter break. Any and all progress was put on hold until 2010.
Finally got my home visit last Thursday and the leader, Susan, said I would have to probably wait to see when someone from the club would need a puppy sitter. If it took too long, she said she would be happy to twist someone's arm and have them lend me their dog.
Friday morning, she sent me an email saying she wanted to speed up the process of arranging a puppysit because the regional director said she had perfect puppy for me in Santa Barbara for me. A black 8 month old lab! Luckily the owners of the dog I was to puppy sit were very accommodating and agreed to let me have her that night despite super short notice.
So the pup I got to puppy sit is a 10 month old yellow lab named Neanne. She's quite the cutie! She has an oddly wrinkly face when she moves it a certain way, reminds me more a pug then anything else. So far the experience has been great. I have had a few mishaps, but they were all my fault mostly. The dog can only do so much, but I lack the dog owner senses since I have never legitimately had my own dog.
Kind of too tired to write a new post from scratch, so I'm just going to copy and paste when I wrote earlier today on Facebook and transfer it here. From here:
MORNING MORNING MORNING.
Doing my first update. Whoot. Nothing too exciting, I just wanted to share about my guide dog puppy experience I'm about to embark on.
As most of you know (minus my brother and aunt/uncle), I've mentioned getting a puppy recently, which is the reason why I requested the Petsmart secret santa gift (THANKS KRISTIN). Puppy toys and food are expensive.
So the dealio is pretty simple. I get a pup from Guide Dogs of America and I keep it for until it's about 15 months. Essentially I'm feeding and introducing it to things for the first bit of its life before it goes back to HQ for legit guide dog training. My role in the dog's life is puppy raiser. All vet/med bills are taken care of by the organization, but I'm responsible for food and toys. Bleh.
I'm up super early today because the dog I'm currently puppy sitting, Neanne, a yellow lab, is up at 6am. :( She goes to school in the weekday with her real family and so she has the elementary school kid family schedule and sleeps at 9pmish so she's up at about 6am. Ugh.
It's been a positive experience so far, the only problems I have been having is indiscriminate relieving. Guide dog puppies are suppose to be able to hold their pee/poo until they are given the command to relieve. Unlike normal dogs, they are not suppose to randomly decide that they want to go because for a blind person, they can't see if the dog is hunching over and eating something off the ground, or if it is hunched up taking a big fat dump. In a span of an hour and a half last night, I failed twice. She pooped on me AND then peed while we were downtown getting dinner. Luckily she's wise enough to not do it an any sort of indoor setting, but between my lack of experience and her puppy inability to hold herself for long periods of time - FAIL. Need to be more conscious of her dog needs. :(
Then this morning on our little walk, she laid an unsuspecting dump on me. She usually needs to go around 7:30am, but she suddenly had to go at 7amish. HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW. :( Boo, relieving on walks is bad bad bad, she was suppose to poo at home. Other than that the walk went well. Had issues with her pulling on the leach more then I would have liked, but with repeated collar corrections she stays in check. We also this morning met a few cows on our walk, two of which Neanne touched noses with! It was pretty cute. The cows were super wary, but overcome with curiosity! They took awhile to walk over, but eventually they came to the fence we were standing next to and, behold, nose touching! Hehe, two BIG FAT wet noses and one little black wet nose. :D
I'm keeping the cutie pie until Sunday and then returning her to her owners. Assuming I haven't pulled out my hair, I proceed by filling out one last application which says I'm ready and approved to have my own dog.
The regional director has a transfer dog in mind for me already. I don't know his name, but he's an 8 month old black lab, currently residing in Santa Barbara. Yay! We already have 3 yellow/white labs in our local club, so it's going to be exciting for everyone to have a splash of color, ESPECIALLY ME. :)
And in case you were wondering why the "puppy" I'm getting is more like a teenager, it's because I need a dog that is ready to go with me to classes. Normally, puppy raisers start with 8 wk old little guys, but I don't have the time or the patience to do that on top of my workload. With an older dog, the hardest most time consuming part of housebreaking and basic obedience has already been taught and the dog has a general idea of what is expected of him.
I'll probably put up picture of the dogsters later when I get the time. Hopefully record some stuff with Sam and the dog because Sam is a big fat douche. She's half enjoying the dog, but mostly not. She's always teasing him staying slightly out of reach but as soon as the dog switches her attention to something else, Sam gets close and tries to mess with the dog. She doesn't let the dog sniff her and physical contact for the most part, is out of the question. She only stand Neanne closely sniffing her for about 15 seconds and then she bats the dog on the nose. Luckily she hasn't been using claw, but she's a fiesty slut. I also think she might be mad at me bc she took a good 2 bites out of my forearm yesterday. Now I'm sporting four blood dried bite marks. Whoo! Samwise is an ass!
That's it for now. I'm le tired. Going to take a short nap and go hiking with the dog later.
Have a great 3 day weekend!
And Warren/Aunt Stacey/Uncle Mark, just in case, don't mention anything to Mom. She doesn't that I'm doing this yet. HAHAHAH. It's okay, I'm 95% sure I'm going to be in SLO this summer b/c I need to take summer classes.
Then this was later in the day:
In case you were itching for another update (Emily/Grace). Went on the hike earlier and "accidently" dragged the dog into mud and half or her back side was covered in mud. Uhm, oops. It was a down a hill and at the bottom of the hill was water and mud. I started running down it and the dog was busy sniffing something, so the running down the hill was that PLUS dragging a dog. I got over the water alright, but the dog ended up falling into all the muck.
Before we left I relieved her at home and stayed outside after her initial pee to let her poo or something. She was kind of sniffing around, but didn't drop anything. Took her on the hike...and she pooed halfway up the mountain. Damn, damn, damn! Also didn't make it to the end of the hike because the trail we went on had some climbing involved and at that point that's the end for the dog. Thinking about trying again tomorrow, but on a different trail that's longer, but flatter.
Now she's asleep in the living room, super exhausted. Her normal day is laying around in an elementary school classroom. After I rubbed her down, she came into the living room and instantly fell asleep.
Sam just climbed into my lap.
She's still being REALLY bad since the dog has gotten here. I hope she adjusts...b/c this is getting old already. THERE IS PLENTY OF HELENA TO GO AROUND, OKAY?
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| Google vs China |
[12 Jan 2010|05:55pm] |
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I am impressed of the demonstration Google is making against China. Rather unexpected move by a corporate. Money isn't everything? "Don't be evil" rings true.
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| Email "..." |
[10 Jan 2010|06:20pm] |
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Whenever I read emails from adults, who are at about my parent's age, I find their use of punctuation VERY curious. I feel they use "..." frequently and unusually in their emails. They use the "..." all throughout their email and when I read it, I feel they're annoyed or super unamused with me.
For example: N/p, thanks...I talked to her on the train so I will be there on time...
What does it all mean?? Aren't periods enough? What do older people mean when they put "..." after their statements?!
Maybe it's just me...
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| 52 OConnor Way - Officially! |
[09 Jan 2010|08:01pm] |
My roommmates and I finally moved all our stuff into the house and got rid of the mess we never dealt with first quarter. We're officially moved in!
Spent Fall quarter painting and by the time I finished, the quarter was in full swing and there wasn't time to tackle other house issues. My plate was already full, no thank you. First weekend of winter quarter however, is a success. AND the house looks clean and tidy. Yay!
Also, my mother came today to drop off my sweet ride and Sam. We went to Morro Bay to play and have dinner at a restaurant I Yelped. I've always wanted to try seafood from Morro Bay because of what people say, but didn't have a chance and for some reason I thought it was a lot farther away than it actually is. But for a 15 minute drive to succulent oysters? Uhm, YES PLEASE.
Planning on going again soon and making checking another place for 65 cent oyster shooters on Tuesdays. It's been a successful day to say the least.
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| SPIDERS EVERYWHERE |
[04 Jan 2010|11:16pm] |
BIGGEST BLACK SPIDER EVER TODAY.
I had just come home from the post office and went to the shoe closet to change out of my sneakers into the flip flops I wear in the house. While putting on my shoe, I look into the corner underneath a shelf and THERE IT WAS. A black widow the size of a half dollar. No lie. No exaggeration. This thing was MASSIVE.
Since no one was home, I called my roommate I knew was getting dropped off by her boyfriend and told her that he HAD to come inside the house and deal with this spider because this beast was WAY out of my league. I don't have the kind of shoe wielding powers to take down a spider the size of a Snapple bottle cap.
Four hours later, Courtney finally gets home from practice and I show her the spider. She's half freaking out and half wants to cry. Just yesterday she had put her golf clubs in the closet underneath where the spider was hanging AND saw a fat spider disappear behind her desk the evening before. Definitely too much stress to handle for the first day of school.
Courtney calls her parents and her mom asks, "Are you sure it's not a daddy long legs?" UHM, YES. We know what those look like. This bad boy doesn't have long skinny legs, THIS SPIDER HAD FAT MEATY LEGS. They were legs of serious business.
She ended up sending a picture message to her mom to prove we weren't over reacting and her response was, "Definitely a black widow." Great.
About an hour from then, Courtney's brother offers to come over and kill the little bastard in our closet. By the time he arrives, Hannah shows up with her boyfriend Jake and we watch as Ian take the task of killing the black widow.
Jakes observes with us girls as Ian removes the web and it's fucking GROSS. If you have any experience with black widows, you know their webs are HEAVY DUTY. They are strong and when you break them they make a really weird sound as you apply pressure to it. Normal webs DO NOT make that sort of noise so it's EXTRA CREEPY. Meanwhile, the spider is just chillin' there as its HOME is being destroyed and nonchalantly sits there. THIS IS NO ORDINARY SPIDER. We all know, when you start tearing apart a spider's web, they know running away is a good move for self preservation, but no, not this bad ass spider. It didn't give a hoot.
Finally, the moment of truth happens and Ian smashes the spider with one of my shoes and the moment of impact all us girls scream bloody murder and dash away. All the noise from the screaming causes Ian to drop the shoe because he freaks out, but luckily it was a successful connect because the spider was a gooey blob on the bottom of my shoe.
AWESOME. WE GET TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY.
Oh, but no, our houses is not done yet. Before Ian leaves, we find TWO more spiders for him to kill near our front door. We didn't see them there before, but while playing on the Indo Board in the living room and chatting...they appeared. Wtf, I seriously live in a Monster House.
Ian and Jake leave and Courtney, Hannah, and I are hanging out in the living room still playing with the Indo Board and talking. We're chatting about jobs and stuff when Courtney lets a scream, jumps out of her chair flailing her arms like a mad woman when I see a black thing fly through the air and land on the floor. Hannah sitting next to me on the couch closest to Court lets out a scream as well and jumps off the couch and dashes to the other side of the room. Since Hannah got up, I couldn't see what landed on the floor, but I scream and pull my legs back off the floor and huddle in a fetal position on the couch.
It's a fucking cricket.
Where I live, the crickets here are not brown like they are at the pet store, or green like they are at home. The ones out in the country where I live in SLO are black. Black as freakin' night. So upon first sight, they are ALWAYS super scary until you realize its a cricket. Apparently the cricket was on Courtney's arm. NOT okay.
WHY IS MY HOUSE A MONSTER HOUSE?
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| Avatar |
[28 Dec 2009|10:58am] |
Woke up this morning to a dream I had no business having.
I think it has something to do with watching Avatar last night.
The absolute absurdity of the dream is making my day mediocre in comparison.
As for Avatar, best movie I've seen since The Dark Knight. James Cameron and James Horner are back!
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| I love being lazy! |
[15 Dec 2009|01:40pm] |
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Laying in bed with my laptop on my stomach watching The City with Sam sleeping on my left soldier and her paws under my chin. Winter break is nothing but good times. I'm pleased with the beginning of the break so far. Joyous!
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| This is Halloween! |
[30 Oct 2009|11:51pm] |
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I always half hoped I was the type of person that would consider Halloween their favorite holiday of the year. Amazingly and boringly enough, it's not.
Not quite sure what I'm going to be tomorrow. I need to get my hands on fake skin putty so I can try some looks I saw on Youtube. Hopefully it wont turn out as an epic fail.
Ironically enough I think I will be hanging out with Mission kids tomorrow night, assuming plans don't fall through....we'll see.
A lot of people say the cops are out to get us this year. Rumors claim they are going to crash parties and check IDs, ugh. I think their efforts are more needed in IV over in Santa Barbara. SLO is weak sauce.
LET THE KIDS PLAY, MAN!
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My housemate, Hannah, who is an architecture major and hardly sleeps just came back from a Halloween party. Uhm. Now I know I fail at life. The girl who doesn't sleep has enough energy to go out to parties on Friday nights and instead I opt for a night home to watch tv shows and study physics. In the previous years I could at least blame my lack of a social life on my HCV, but this year I can't.
What a rut, Helena Wong.
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[18 Oct 2009|01:07am] |
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I cruise through LJ almost everyday, but until now haven't been able to get myself to make an update of any sort.
New year at school as a third year in a house with new roommates has been both a roller coaster and straight up HELL. Actually, the school work is "whatevs", but my new roommate situation is a disaster.
The situation is this: I live on an acre lot with two houses. Between the two houses, I live in the front house where I share a room with Courtney. She was one of my suitemates from first year and we roomed together last year as well. Only difference this year is we're sharing a room this time. Hannah, I met in Poly Habitat when we went on our spring break Wyoming trip and Christine I know primarily through her boyfriend. All these girls are great and I get along GREAT with them.
Now here is the rub: The back house consists of jerkoffs that all went to high school together. In the group of four, I know Linsey, who was my roommate from first year and second year. I was familiar with her friend Alejandre from first and second year, but by no means are we close. Then there are two boys in their house who are pretty useless and unimportant to the whole situation. The only thing worth saying about them is, although they are really chill, they are motherfucking lazy. Both have lax ass majors: history and journalism. Half the time they don't have class (one dude only has it Monday & Wednesday) and they NEVER do homework.
This back house is the bane of my existence.
Too describe all the problems I'm having with them would require an LJ cut and honestly, I don't give enough of a fuck to want to waste my time going deeper into fucked up, shit situation I'm in.
What it comes down to is:
1. Apparently they still think takesie-backsies are allowed in college.
2. Have no accountability or credibility.
3. "Yes" to them really means more like "uhm, I'll get back to you a month from now to let you know if I still feel the same way...but I probably wont".
4. Are trifling, petty, cheap asses.
5. Lazy ass motherfuckers.
6. Their verbal agreements are super fickle. If our front house proposes something and we get a full 8 person ok, the back house, SOMEWHERE down the line wants to bitch about it and cry about how it's unfair for them. They only stand by group agreements they propose...which are ALWAYS fucked up and ridiculous.
7. Whiny assholes who complain about money, but go home to Stockton every other weekend.
8. Bitch about only having $50 in their account to last them x amount of days. (BITCH, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE MOTHERFUCKING POOR. MY FUCKING SINGLE ASS MOM WHO WAS PRACTICALLY UNEMPLOYED FOR ALMOST A YEAR PUTS ME THROUGH SCHOOL. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU FAIL AT LIFE.)
Ugh. I'm so disgusted by them.
Right now whenever I think about them, I think about burning their house down. If they want to complain and be petty about every nickle and dime spent, why not just take it all away from them so they have NOTHING to bitch about. Problem solved. IT'S A WIN WIN FOR ME.
Sigh, the last week has had me stressing over the house and now with this money stuff to deal with, I'm pretty close to going ape shit.
Since I'm in a ranting mood. Let me write a list about the things we have had to deal with upon moving in:
1. Ants
2. Mice (caught 3 and found a dead one behind our stove.)
3. Rain=muddy drive way.
4. Rain=leaky ceiling and windows the night before my o. chem midterm.
5. Rain=our water becoming brown and smelling/tasting/looking like dirt. (Thanks well system. The shit is ghetto.)
6. Hard water that makes my face peel like I've been severely sunburnt.
7. Spiders larger than quarters, with bodies that belong to crickets.
8. Speaking of crickets, when it rains, crickets come into our house....FROM I DON'T KNOW WHERE.
9. I'm so over painting. Painted our room and kitchen. Majority of both projects were completed by me.
10. Ants trying to move into our mailbox when it's raining.
11. My cat eating crickets/spiders.
12. The backyard still isn't ready for company and guess who is going to have to do it - ME.
13. Garage needs to be "closed" with some 2x4 and tarp. And the person who is going to have to do it? Helena Awesome Wong.
14. Get to deal with Charter who provides our cable and internet - ME. Oh, btw, Charter SUCKS and after getting everything initially set up, I'm the only one who calls them about the problems we've had. Such as:
15. Not getting the channels we paid for.
16. Getting our service TERMINATED.
17. Dealing with tech people who come out and are absolutely DOUCHES.
18. Talking to Charter people on the phone who can hardly make a sentence in English or don't know how to help me.
19. Troubleshoot the down wireless internet because our router spontaneously reset the security settings and log-in information.
20. Getting cable for the back house after service was terminated.
21. Following up on the 2 audits we had to get service back after the termination extravaganza.
22. Tripping over the super long cable that goes from the living room, through our room, to my window, so the router can sit on my window sill to broadcast the signal to the back house.
23. Handle all the details as to getting a water softener.
24. Calling the property manager about ALL problems at least once a week, usually more.
And on top of all of that. 25. Deal with the back house who makes me want to kick myself in the face.
That cat, Samwise Gamgee, keeps me sane.
Right now I'm in my bed with the laptop in my lap and she's sleeping on my wrists. The motion from typing doesn't seem to bother her.
Being able to sleep with my cuddly little fuzzball every night and waking up to her on my pillow curled up against my face makes everything ok.
OH, cat just got up and curled into another sleeping position that now has my laptop tilting inconveniently to the right. I think this is a good point to end this entry. Pardon poor grammar and foul language. 3 years as a science major has basically regressed my entry's grammar back to what it was like in junior high.
GOOD NIGHT, LIFE. YOU FUCKING WIN THIS TIME.
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| Samwise! |
[16 Jun 2009|09:26am] |
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Brought Samwise, the kitten, home Sunday night. Showed him to my mom this morning. I GET TO KEEP HIM, YAY! He is one of, i think, six kittens from Wilson's house. His mom is a feral cat, but gee does she make the prettiest babies. I'm really not sure if it is a boy or girl though. WIlson says boy, but I don't see any genitelia yet, so who knows. Planning to take him to the vet to let them figure it out. I hope it's a boy though, otherwise the name wont fit anymore. :( How can we have the four hobbits if there is no Samwise?! Poor thing thinks my oatmeal is his food. Keeps trying to get to me on the floor from the bed. He is distressed.
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[30 Apr 2009|07:21pm] |
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It was once said that a black man would be president when pigs flew..well, behold 100 days into his presidency, the swine flu.
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[25 Apr 2009|09:58pm] |
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Doing The Rescue in slo, don't plan on getting saved tonight. Damn it's cold. Band is playing Weezer cover.
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[24 Apr 2009|12:35pm] |
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Took a little tumble at the basketball game last night. Knee isn't feeling too hot, but oh well, I don't think anything is seriously wrong with it. If I went down with it any harder it would of been bad news, but not the case this time! I could hardly remember how to tape up my patella, it's been awhile. Lost the game by a point, but it's no biggy, we just need to get into playoffs. Who the hell cares about winning all your games when you lose the important one in the championship game. I really need to get back on the courts though, I haven't played in awhile and it shows and I'm most definitely feeling it. My entire backside apparently got a work out, haha.
Tonight have the a bbq with the Poly Habitat kids I went to Wyoming with and tomorrow is The Rescue. I'm so excited to take part in it! I just wish I was doing the LA, SD, or SF location. What politician/celebrity/mogul is going to come to SLO?! I think our entire evening rests on Chuck Lidell's shoulder's.
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[19 Apr 2009|11:46am] |
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Being a docent at a mansion under the Madonna hill, next to the Madonna family house. :)
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| Spring Break and Senor Chavez |
[31 Mar 2009|11:58pm] |
Got Tuesday off because of Caesar Chavez day. Yay! The only thing I did today was sleep a ton, work on a few job applications, and take my roommate and her friends ice blocking. Went down a stepper hill then last time and picked up a ton of speed.
I'm sad spring break is over because Wyoming was amazing. Jackson Hole is so beautiful with its mountains and abundant wildlife. There are elk and moose everywhere, it's ridiculous. The theme of the town is consistent throughout, all log cabin status.
To a certain extent I wish I was able to go home and hang out with friends, but I got to do so much in the nine day trip! We camped in Zion, drove through Bryce Canyon, went snow shoeing, learned how to side a house and then did it for four days, and hiked through snow to a natural hot spring. Everyone on the trip was super nice and with a group of 11, surprisingly drama was nearly non existent. The only partially annoying thing was raging hormones. Sometimes I felt I was in The Real World's cast shoved into a horny group of young adults.
I should get to reading my chapters now.
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[27 Mar 2009|10:51am] |
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Not skiing fresh powder in Wyoming at Jackson Resort. It's Squaw Valley status.
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[21 Mar 2009|05:25pm] |
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Camping at Zion tonight. Looking forward for the first time since early grade school.
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