Snow up the Wazoo

On the way up to Mammoth, I said, "I hope it snows, I have never seen snowfall". I asked for snow, I got snow. For days. I got skiing in whiteout conditions, get your car towed out of your parking spot snow. Skiing was awesome, I need to refine my turning skills, however. It might help if I went to the mountain with fellow skiiers, which has yet to happen. I had no yard sales and didnt fall very much. well, skiing that is, I fell plenty walking around in flip flops, especially back from the bar.

I just returned from Lake Arrowhead where I partied with some friends at an awesome cabin. I got to drink beer and bet on video game outcomes. sweet.

Spring Break lessons:

1. snow is cold, ice is slippery.
2. all hot guys are snowboarders.
3. California is a big ass state.
4. I suck at wreastling when drunk.
5. I tip 50% when wasted.
6. Upfront honesty eliminates stress.
7. Even logical people use ridiculous reasoning when making decisions regarding the opposite sex.
8. Beer is a suitable substitute for food.

During my spring break so far, I have got to do most of my favorite things: be outdoors, drink beer, play poker, go bowling, ski, kiss hot guys.

Good driving music: Streetlight Manifesto. Its happy ska, they even have an anti-suicide song.

Drunk IMing is Bad

Last night was a fun night that allowed me to test my Irish drinking tolerance. I kept encouraging the guys I was with to keep up with me, but they could barely hang. Beer is good. Anyhow, I wrote a drunken post last night. Most people take to drunk dialing (my mom, haha), but lately, I have been drunk IMing and apparently drunk blogging. So now I will write about something that has been happening.

I recently gave a positive example of two of my friends dating. So here's a negative example. There is a guy (lets call him G), who I have hooked up with in the past (more than once) and we are casual friends. Now, G is fairly charming and therefore untrustworthy. Even so, I have always been a fan of his. He ended up talking to my best friend, R, at a frat party. R has been very wild the last few times we have gone out. Looking out for her best interests, I advised her not to hook up with G. She said she wasnt going to anyhow. But then, she went over and told G what I had said to her. G accuses me of 'cockblocking'.

Some time later, G asks my permission to invite R to a Clippers game. I told him he could invite anybody he wants to any event. Hours later, R calls me to talk about the situation. Basically, I am not going to tell her what to do. I do feel weird about the situation, but its not my decision. She went. I was dissapointed, because if the situation were reversed, I would not have gone.

If G just wanted to be friends with her, I would have been invited to hang out with them. If the situation is purely physically motivated, than it shouldnt happen, its not worth the awkwardness. If R has feelings, I am concerned that she would get hurt. If there exists feelings on both sides, then they should definitely date. It is rare for two people to have genuine feelings for each other at the same time, and that opportunity should not be passed up. But I doubt thats the case.

In conclusion, my friendship with R is complicated now, and I am not such a fan of G anymore. Drama sucks.

Also: I finished finals! I am concerned for a grade though, because I sit in the back row of space tech class every day. The professor, in spite of all my efforts, knows my name. I was the first person to turn in my final, and could not get the stapler to work. The professsor noticed, and there was nothing wrong with the stapler, it was very embarrassing. I am afraid he may deem someone who cant operate a stapler, unable to design satellites.

Wingwoman

Its f**king St Patty's Day! I am done with finals! I made up some equations, and if they are mostly right, I will pass space tech. I went out tonight. I am a little drunk. Its almost two. I went out with three guys to BJ's (get your mind out of the gutter) to watch the UCLA vs Texas Tech game (we lost, very sad). Then we went to brew co. we saw a comedian. he said, "do any of you chicks have a tatoo?" I half-raised my hand. he said, "where is it?" I showed him, he said it was a 'doggie style decoration'. Anyhow, the comedy show was offensive and hilarious.
I had the opportunity to be 'wingman' for a bunch of guys. I was not interested in speaking with bar guys, and was willing to talk to random girls. I got at least three hot women to talk to my three guy friends. you should take me out, I will attempt to pick up on women for you.
So, you probably need to study, so I will pass out and talk to you later. Night.

Matchmaker?

Normally, I am nauseated by couples. Recently, however, two of my friends started dating. They are both really good people and I am super happy for them. Also, my wine tasting helped start the ball rolling. Its a great situation all around. I get to see both of them more often, and they arent big on PDA, so its not awkward. I dont have to worry about either of them getting hurt, and she wont be jealous/suspicious of my friendship with him (that happens to me a lot with my guy friends).
As for my own love life? Since I cannot have the guy I would like, I am content to casually date and have short lived crushes (currently two grad students and a musician). I am super busy anyhow. I have a final tomorrow morning, and one on thursday. Then I am getting ridiculously wasted for St. Patty's Day (I'm a quarter Irish).

Quote:
"The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people." - Lucille Harper

Theater Mimics Life (or something)

Yes I am an aerospace engineering major. yes I have other interests. I have been doing theater since seventh grade (unless you count playing mrs. rabbit in second grade). I love improv and scenework. This quarter I am taking an upper division theater class. I am super into it, and spend a lot of time rehearsing. Currently, I am working on my final scene from Miss Julie. I play an feministic and self-destructive aristocrat who has 'encounters' with her father's valet.

Today, I went up to the valley to study poolside at my aunts house. She inquired about my love life. When I told her of past events, she said something to the effect of, "you are a lot like me, we shouldnt date guys who are too nice. We end up training him like a dog until we are bored." Interestingly enough, my character, Miss Julie, trains her fiance by making him jump over her riding crop, until he got sick of it and broke off the engagement. I am not this extreme, but it definitely made me think. My aunt also said, "you need a guy who will make you work for him". I dont know about this 'work' business, but I definitely need a guy with a strong personality who will challenge me. The problem is, guys dont want to be challenged. Those kind of guys are intimidated by me, and feel threatened by my 'opinions'.

I am so over LA, my petty/spoiled roomates (at times), arrogant UCLA guys, etc. I am not bitter however. Just patiently waiting for a better situation or a miracle. Everyone keeps saying I have some good luck coming...

Wait, I Actually Have to Converse?

Saturday was my half birthday. Half birthday? That's right, and it was a significant day. It means that I have survived six months of being 21. Admit it, you had doubts. I cant believe it has been that long, especially since people still bring up the scandalous bodyshots that took place.

I have mellowed a lot since then. For instance, I have been spending about 14 hours a day on campus. Dinner has consisted of eating a Clif bar while walking across campus. I have to rehearse after class and yoga or running. My computer has become my best friend. It gets worse. My internet is being taken away. I dont know when or for how long, but soon. I have finals next week. My main form of communication is IM. Whats a girl to do? I mean, I am never really at home, and always connected to UCLA VPN, but the fact that I cant be online at home makes me sad. I guess it's like when someone leaves for a couple of days and you miss them because you cant see them if you wanted to. Or like when a guy is so used to a girl being interested in him, when they no longer do, the guy misses the attention.

So my point is that I have been surprisingly more seriousl about academics lately. I dont drink as much. I have been almost apathetic about situations with the opposite sex. Stress is the only possibility I can think of. weird.

I am so excited for spring break. I am going to a friends wedding, which will be strange for me. But, other than that, nothing but fun in Yosemite/Mammoth/Mexico/Vegas?/Santa Barbara?. I am determined to head up to SB to wine taste in the near future. Damn, I have to head back to campus.

Drinking Out of the Barrel

I fucking love Sonoma County. It is such a unique place with beautiful scenery. I just returned from a whirlwind tour of there with Ro. We drove up at 1:45am after I got off work. We arrived at 8:00am and slept for three hours before going wine tasting.

Awesomely enough, it happened to be barrel tasting weekend. The rain had ceased, and it was sunny and 80 (degrees F) all weekend. On Saturday we visited Alderbrook, Armida, De La Montana, and Limerick Lane. Armida had a heaven and hell themed tasting. It was like being at a frat party with classy people, very strange. They had a chardonnay in 'heaven' that was still in the second stage, so contained yeast. The girl pouring was from my high school, it was kind of awkward because I didnt remember her name. 'Hell' was much more fun. They had amazing zins there, and had a decent pinot. It was really fun because my dad knew people everywhere we went, and I didnt feel like a tourist at all. I was lucky enough to make it out of Limerick Lane with a bottle of 1023 (half zin, half syrah, so good). After tasting, we took a nap.

After mexican food and margaritas, I took Ro and Matt to Ace-in-the-hole pub, where we did cider tasting. There was a very Sebastopol mix of people there, half of them had dreadlocks, half had cowboy boots. We decided to hit up the two bars 'downtown' (downtown consists of one street, Main St.). First was Jasper O'Farrels. They had an impressive band that played everything from Snoop Dogg to Marvin Gaye. Also, one of the guys played a didgeridoo. David met us there, and we hit up Old Main St Saloon. This is the place where bikers eat sushi (so my mother claims). For a quarter, you can make a train circle the room. They have a jukebox, which was controlled by a lone cowboy, whose dancing was an even mix of riding a harley, and posing for a bodybuilding contest. It was very amusing.

The next day we visited Meeker. They have excellent wines there, and their tasting room used to be a teepee. It is now in an old bank, with old fashioned teller windows and an elaborate vault. There we tasted a lot of wine, and I met a hottie. It is heartbreaking to me how much I like norcal guys. They are so chill. Anyhow, it is a small world. Not only am I oddly connected to Matt (who Ro met randomly), this random guy at Meeker was RA to my friend from high school. A Stanford grad who is really chill and good-looking and pours me wine he's not really supposed to. I hate LA.

Things I have learned this weekend:

1. I love Sebtown (even if Ro and Sherry dont).
2. I love wine (esp zin).
3. old and complicated friendships, remain complicated.
4. Norcal guys are awesome.
5. I miss nature and stars.


Quotes:

"I need a getaway, I need to get my sperm away from my nutsack." -Adam Corolla (loveline)

"Once you loose your fear of death, nobody can hurt you."- A guy at Kirchoff patio to his newborn daughter (so odd)

Also: I had no idea I am this nerdy:

LA Casanovas

After spending 15 hours around campus today, I have finally returned home and am completely unmotivated to study. On a positive note, my theater professor compared me to De Niro and Redford. Thats about the best thing that has happened recently. What a sad nerdy life I am living. Anyhow, Saturday was my one night of freedom this week. Oddly enough, I usually end up hitting the bars with female friends. I definitely dont go to bars to meet or talk to males, since the conversation is usually incredibly shallow and they never believe anything I say anyhow. I like hanging out with my friends, but man, there are way creepy guys in this town.

To begin with, I prepartied at two locations then went to Temple Bar with Kathy. I knew the bartender and the bouncer, so we got hooked up with big cheap drinks. There was a blonde decent looking guy with his friend at the bar who started talking to us. He looked a little older, so I asked him how old he was. He said 35. Trying to end the conversation politely, I said, "yeah, so you have the same name as my brother, weird". That wasnt strong enough, so I tried, "yeah, so my mom is turning 40 this summer". Unexpectedly, he said, "wow, I am kind of turned on by that". Soon after we decided to leave Temple Bar.

We stopped by work to get my coat, and my manager got the opportunity to see me wasted and stumbling. Then, we ended up talking to this older lady who was sitting outside. She was kind of an empowering feminist, but also seemed very lonely. At this point I was fearing my own future, and grateful for my dislike of cats.

Next stop was across the street at a dumpy sports bar. Surprisingly, there were a lot of young people there. The older bald bartender grew affectionate of Kathy and if I were less trashed I would have helped her discourage him. When we walked in, I saw a tall dorky looking guy with a largeish nose, and mentioned he was cute. The details become very fuzzy at this point, but I ended up talking to him. The only thing I remember him saying is, "I'm an Ivy Leaguer". Even the nerdy guys in LA are insanely arrogant.

Oh, also, that night I took my car key instead of my apartment key, and was locked out of my place until noon the next day. I had to crash on a friend's couch and in the morning, I was forced to go to 7-11 for water in my very uncomfortable heels and short skirt. Such bad luck.

I really look forward to leaving this town. But until grad school, I only have weekends and spring break. Death of a Desperado was written prematurely, since I didnt get to go home that weekend. But I will be heading up north in a few days, and awesomely enough, it's barrel tasting weekend! So stoked, but I should get back to my lengthy and tedious lab report...