Dear Diary,
This weekend was so great, and sooo what I needed to temporarily suspend the reality of classes, and by classes, I mean reporting classes, and by reporting classes I mean hell on earth. But if I'm gonna be making hell analogies (and hey, these days, who isn't?) I can at least rejoice in the fact that I don't have to deal with the devil incarnate anymore. Oh yes, tomorrow, I don't have to sit in Ron Campbell's class, and that just makes me giddy with happiness. And since my days of astronomy lab have also come to a close, I have a freakin hour of class tomorrow!!! Unfortunately I'll be calling Glendalians to find a final project stories all day, but can't complain too much about that.
Anyway, back to my weekend.....so after going out Thursday night for my birthday, I drove home in the late hours of the night. I was woken up early (11:30!) with instructions to pick up Trev at school, and if there was ever an opportunity to embarrass him, it was to bump 50 Cent and loudly yell out his name amid the herd of bloated SUVs camped out along Mission Oaks. By the time he approached my Audi, cowering behind the monstrous vehicles filled with bored mothers half-heartedly entertaining bouncing toddlers, I was dancin in the street, and he was turning a crimson shade of red (yeah, its a hereditary curse). So right after I shipped him home, he had to run off to a major gig with his band at some girl's pool party. Later I found out the chick's bro is the one I blew off a couple of summers ago when I worked w him at Vitesse, and he asked about me.....whoops...
But anyway, the weekend as a whole was relatively uneventful. While Trev and Bri went to a Sum 41 concert with Jonathan, the parents took me out to see Phone Booth, and afterward, when my mom insisted we sneak into a second movie, we took in Old School. Funny shit, and Vince Vaughn was hot per usual.....Luke Wilson wasn't so bad himself... My mom of course delighted in the scenes they showed of the SC campus, bc when she had to live w me last semester, she took a million pics of every building and feels like an honorary student.
Afterward, we went to the new Macaroni's in Ventura (yummm) and perused the aisles of Barnes and Noble (yeah, I know...we're hardcore like that....and you thought weekends at home were boring...). We arrived back home and at midnight I open the door to find Rosh, holding a cake/egg/chocolate creation with a candle, yelling birthday wishes like the awesome best friend she is. So my birthday began hangin out with one of my all-time favorite people, which was honestly so much fun though we were merely sitting in my family room, pigging out on my leftover movie candy, making fun of the drunk sluts/assholes on all the random MTV spring break shows (wait, hold up....my FAVE song just came on the radio....oh my lordie, acoustic Foo Fighters makes me hot....could Dave Grohl be any sexier?)
OK, so anyway, the rest of my birthday was spent just hangin out, enjoying the rain (LOVE that). My mom, Bri and I went to see Talk to Her at Paseo (a disturbing, hauntingly beautiful, provocatively moving film). Then mom whipped up my requested meal of pasta, pigs in a blanket, and casear salad (hey, I never claimed to be one of sophisticated tastes) and we had a nice dinner. Everyone was sweet about calling to say happy birthday (even some people I didn't expect), so I felt the love.
The next morning I was woken at 9 AM!! to accompany my mom and sis to UCSB (where Bri got in!) and I called up my friend Brandon to give us the unauthorized tour. While he told Bri where to buy beer, assured her that 1st quarter grades really weren't important, and was generally himself, my mom could only laugh. If you know my mom, you know she immediately loves anyone that'll make her laugh, so it was funny.
After SB and a nice lunch, we came back, and being the rebellious one I am, I decided to forgo the whole "studying" phase of the midterm experience to watch Jackass: The Movie, which I actually haven't seen before. Wow, of all the movies I saw this weekend, this one tops 'em all (and you KNOW I'm not being facetious). I was bawling with laughter and simultaneously drooling over Johnny's hot body. BEST MOVIE EVER PERIOD.
So after I stuck it to the man with my academically deviant behavior, I drove home late to pull an all-nighter to write my print story and study astronomy. Aw, all good things must come to an end.
