Funny Story...

So today i decided to be nice and take my brother to finish his christmas shopping. So as im backing out of my driveway i hear a loud noise...the sort of noise you hear when a car crashes into something...yes...as i was backing up my front bumper hit the wall i conveniently park next to. thankfully my truck is one tough cookie, the bumper just got a little scratched up (you should see the wall...ok its not that bad either)...so sort of a long story short, when i got back home i decided i should probably tell my parents i ran my truck into a wall. i tried to make it sound funny by starting off with "you know how i used to run into walls as a kid? (yes its true, i did)...well i sorta ran into the wall with my truck." sadly, they didnt laugh. my father did however call me "irresponsible" and say that i "need to start paying attention" etc...needless to say...he was pissed. my mom however proceeded to tell my father that he had no right to tell me off since he shut the garage door on his car earlier this morning. HA, now THATS a funny story.

It's Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas

so a couple weeks ago i went through the starbucks drivethrough with a few friends and we spent over fifteen dollars so they ended up giving me a free christmas cd. i was really excited. it only has four songs on it but still. so i was driving down the rainy palmdale streets today and decided to put it on. the combination of the dreary weather and the christmas songs made it seem more like christmas which was nice since it seems that the older i get the more christmas loses its magic for me.
enjoy :)

Ten Minutes

Until midnight and registration. thankfully there are about five classes that wouldnt be half bad to take. only one that i need but fingers are crossed.

"For The Birds"

ha. it gets me every time

The End of the Semester

it really does suck. papers. studying. speeches. more papers. more studying. my brain feels like its gonna explode. i think i might have endofsemesteritis. i cant wait for winter break. even though ill probably be taking intersession. craaaaaap.

Dear Derrick Dubon,

i &hearts you

Old People

apparantly, old people (old people in cars specifically), seem to have it out for me. its like whenever i go out into the street i have a huge target stuck to me that everyone is unaware of except for the old people! first it was old mrs. pinkerton i believe her name was (no joke, pinkerton). last year she ran a stop sign and hit me totaling my car and breaking my collar bone. then this summer some old guy attempts to back up into my truck. and now today., heres the scenario..i was crossing the parking lot walking to sally's beauty supply...im in the middle of the street and a car comes speeding toward me and tries to swerve between me and the curb. but guess what? theres only like three feet there! the stupid lady isnt gonna fit. so she finally stops and blares her horn at me. so i step up on the curb and turn around and glare at her and shes sitting there shaking her stupid little fist and yelling at me! so this old guy pushing a cart passes by and asks if she was honking at me and i told him yea i guess. and he just shook his head and said it was ridiculous...haha. its the little things in life that give me the greatest pleasure

Ingrid Michaelson-Everybody

the good college life

going to a four-year school would have been great. but making my parents or i go bankrupt? not exactly my thing...especially when i can stay at home (whoop-ee) and go to the wonderfull college of antelope valley. go marauders? what is a marauder anyway? whatever who cares.
point is im seventeen...and a full-time college student. i still cant wrap my mind around it sometimes. and although im glad to have finally left the high school classrooms behind, im not so excited to leave behind my childhood come january and my 18th birthday. i feel so old. yet im still my mother's baby girl as she occasionally takes the time to remind me.
eighteen. i cant wait. ill be able to buy cigarettes (gross), buy lottery tickets (stupid), and vote (2012 election--obama your going down)

step one

blogging? never really saw it as my thing. but i figured what the heck? maybe writing about stuff, "getting it off my chest" will later on save me from the fate of going crazy and in desperate need of a therapist