i knew there was no point to lugging ALL my books for my last final home.
wednesday: after my interview, drove a surprisingly short 5 minutes to christopher's apartment and headed over to paco's tacos on centinela (flashback, remember the scene in jerry maguire where they go on their first date? that was the taco place i believe, excellent burritos and mango margaritas). so i had my margarita, i mean, it tasted so good, what harm could it do? ah, fast forward to 30 minutes later and the fucking huge UCLA campus with their parking structures at the edge of every corner. i mean, i was climbing steps in the pounding heat, my vision was getting blurry, i was short of breath, dude i don't think tequila is the right drink for me. to make it short, i called amy, managed to hike my way to the sculpture garden near where chris had class, fell asleep under some gorgeous trees, woke up to annie's phone call, met chris after his class, watched kill bill vol. 1, went to third street, walked to the beach, saw remnants of the sunset along the horizon, went to tommy's to eat an amazingly fattening chili cheese fries, saw kill bill vol. 2 (i thought i'd hate it, but i absolutely LOVED every minute, even the gory scenes), and managed to get a fucking speeding ticket on my drive home.
thursday: i went to the beach with my dad. he's a cool guy. he swam, i tanned, i'm 1/10 on my way.
friday: what can i say? helen insisted we go to the UCI library to study and you know how i hate libraries. so we got talked into going sailing. yes SAILING. and i must admit, despite the motion sickness (i think i'm still feeling the rocking of the waves in the damn ocean), it was fabulous. the sun, the wind, the fucking ridiculously rich and gorgeous balboa harbor-front property - i'll show pictures soon.
saturday: went to the mall with my mom, fixed lunch, lounged around, went to dinner with my parents, met with jess. we always end up going to every place imaginable in rowland heights before reaching back where we started from, i swear. but i still love it nevertheless.
and now, i'm exhausted. i usually don't ramble about my day but i had such an ecclectic mix of days i had to jot it down for my own memory. so now it's back to berkeley, i must take a final.
wednesday: after my interview, drove a surprisingly short 5 minutes to christopher's apartment and headed over to paco's tacos on centinela (flashback, remember the scene in jerry maguire where they go on their first date? that was the taco place i believe, excellent burritos and mango margaritas). so i had my margarita, i mean, it tasted so good, what harm could it do? ah, fast forward to 30 minutes later and the fucking huge UCLA campus with their parking structures at the edge of every corner. i mean, i was climbing steps in the pounding heat, my vision was getting blurry, i was short of breath, dude i don't think tequila is the right drink for me. to make it short, i called amy, managed to hike my way to the sculpture garden near where chris had class, fell asleep under some gorgeous trees, woke up to annie's phone call, met chris after his class, watched kill bill vol. 1, went to third street, walked to the beach, saw remnants of the sunset along the horizon, went to tommy's to eat an amazingly fattening chili cheese fries, saw kill bill vol. 2 (i thought i'd hate it, but i absolutely LOVED every minute, even the gory scenes), and managed to get a fucking speeding ticket on my drive home.
thursday: i went to the beach with my dad. he's a cool guy. he swam, i tanned, i'm 1/10 on my way.
friday: what can i say? helen insisted we go to the UCI library to study and you know how i hate libraries. so we got talked into going sailing. yes SAILING. and i must admit, despite the motion sickness (i think i'm still feeling the rocking of the waves in the damn ocean), it was fabulous. the sun, the wind, the fucking ridiculously rich and gorgeous balboa harbor-front property - i'll show pictures soon.
saturday: went to the mall with my mom, fixed lunch, lounged around, went to dinner with my parents, met with jess. we always end up going to every place imaginable in rowland heights before reaching back where we started from, i swear. but i still love it nevertheless.
and now, i'm exhausted. i usually don't ramble about my day but i had such an ecclectic mix of days i had to jot it down for my own memory. so now it's back to berkeley, i must take a final.
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