Sharing Time

The time has come for me to share a room again. Since September I have been paying for half a room, and had it all to myself. This weekend another female is moving into my room. I will have to live with this person for the next 1.5 months until I move in Pikapp. I am not looking forward to it.

I was informed of this two days ago. I had a design report on our hovercraft due today and I have a design report for propulsion/launch vehicle of our space system on Monday. I have to clean up my room, since I have been using the extra half as storage space for my outrageously excessive wardrobe (which I wear about 15% of).

Its going to be a big change for me, since I am used to having my own room now. I will no longer be able to sleep naked. I wont get to secretly drink tequila by myself. I will no longer sing ska songs while getting dressed in the morning. And I probably wont get away with decent sleep from 3am-11am, which are my current sleep hours. This sucks.

Also, right now I dont have any crushes. It's very sad. Oh, and I met with a professor about what I should do next year in preparation for grad school. She recommended I take all these extra classes in engineering math and MEMs. So next year I'll be a total nerd. sweet.

Bar Stool For One Please

Life has been pretty awesome lately. I have chosen the grad schools I want to apply to, possibly have a research position, and love my classes. I am planning my second wine tasting, have been working out nearly every day (yoga, running, water polo, etc), and been eating super healthy. I haven’t been drinking as much either. Usually I only have one drink a night (wine mostly). Last night I didn’t drink at all, but that’s because I smoked and forgot I wanted a beer.

Hopefully I will be going out tonight. It has been odd lately, since most of my friends are in relationships. They aren’t into going out as much. It’s funny, last night I was watching Sex in the City with my roommate and Ro, and I said, “I can’t imagine getting married”. She replied, “I can’t imagine you married”. This reminded me of a comment made by my friend, E: “I think you’re better off alone”. He meant it in a ‘you’re so independent’ way, but I was a little hurt.

It’s probably all true. I can’t imagine dating someone for more than two weeks, let alone years. The smallest and stupidest things irritate me. This one guy used to lay his head on my shoulder when I drove; that bothered me. But most of all I don’t like the way he says good-bye on the phone (like buuh-bye). This other guy would always want to cuddle when we were falling asleep. I hated that. I mean, I like to cuddle sometimes, but when it comes to sleeping, I need my space. In my actor/writer workshop, our teachers are married. The husband is always interrupting the wife to tell these ridiculously long stories with no point to them. I would not put up with that. Perhaps I am unromantic, or haven’t met the right guy, but I just don’t see it happening.

This stuff doesn’t really concern me now though. I am focused on my bright academic future and moving in with my best friend. In the interim I need to find some drinking buddies…

Cheese is Tasty

I'm in love. With a 1997 Nebbiolo. I found this awesome wine this weekend, while wine tasting in santa barbara county. No, I was not doing the Sideways tour. This bottle of wine was enjoyed with friends from high school, on a sunny day, on a hill with a beautiful view, in my new wine glasses. This bottle of wine was the reason I tasted some Irish cheese. Yes, thats right, I havent had dairy in about 7 years, but I had a bite of cheese this weekend. And it was glorious. Wine tasting was amazing. We got VIP treatment at all the wineries, thanks to Jesse, just like I am used to. Other than being called 'pretentious', and being forced to try white wines and merlot, it was a perfect day of tasting. And I stayed well within my purchasing limit of a case.

After tasting, we enjoyed two jammy cabs, and went to local parties. I feel old at house parties. Ro was waiting for the restroom, and made small talk with another girl waiting in line. The girl was like, "you're graduating? You must be like 22!". The girl was 18. I guess once you get to be as old as we are, you shouldnt stray far from the retirement home.

Why Lie?

Lying sucks. Recently, I discovered my very close friend was lying to me. I would ask her a question, she would lie to me, and then ten minutes to a day later tell me the truth. This has been the most upset I have been with this friend in 8 years. We had a drunken night of tears and 'I love you dude', and things are slightly better now.

I dont understand why people lie. I cant think of a situation in which I would prefer to be lied to. The motivation for it is irrelevant. People say, 'they were trying to protect your feelings'. I dont need anyone to baby my feelings. I guarantee that whatever you say to me I can deal with. I am not an orphan, or have been beaten by alcoholic parents, but I have dealt with fairly serious situations in my life. I have become very tough emotionally.

It is much easier to forgive someone for making a mistake, than to rebuild trust. I have trouble trusting people to begin with. In theater class this week, my teacher was talking about how you only have one soulmate, and when you meet them you have to realize it. He said if you have barriers up, you may miss out on your one chance, and die alone. This was seriously scary to me.

Anyhow, the rest of my life is going wonderfully. I have been working out a lot, eating healthy, and not drinking as much. My classes are really interesting, and I am trying to figure out what I am going to do after college. I am looking forward to summertime. I am ready to move out of my apartment, and into the fraternity house. I hope this summer will be as fun as last year.

Quotes:

"She had a little problem with pregnancy... she was pregnant." -coworker
"...you sound hot and busy" - this guy that called my phone by mistake, and left a message, he had a sexy phone voice...

More Snow??!

I have seen more snow this spring break than the rest of my life combined. Seriously. Since the last post, I spent a couple of days up north with my family. I took my little brothers to the beach and had a nice dinner with my family. Sadly, I forgot my ID and couldn't have wine with my excellent swordfish. My stepdad ordered veal. Upon seeing my reaction to this choice, my brother, Rob (nearly 20 yrs old), said, "Arent baby cows cute? and dead". My 13 year old brother now has a deep voice and purchased the sports illustrated swimsuit issue. weird.
The last week of my spring break was spent in Yosemite. I drove down there wiht a female friend of min, Sani. A bunch of climbers from UCLA claimed they were going to be there, but I suspect they flaked when they heard it would be cold weather. wimps. we stayed at camp 4, the climbers camp. Except this time, there were lots of families and other non-climbers staying there.

The night we arrived it was snowing and raining. We met some cool climbers who attempted to build us a fire with damp twigs and stolen embers. Beer was had. The next day we hiked the upper falls trail. we hiked up about four miles before we tired of all the snow. It was steep and crossed lots of small waterfalls. That night we hung out with a group of about 10 fraternity guys, drinking beer and whiskey, and playing cards. The next day we went for a run, and had intentions of yoga. In reality, Sani took a nap, and I attempted a climb. That night was super fun. These climber guys took us to the 5.2-5.10 boulder. It is supposedly 5.2 on the way up, and 5.10 on the way down (due to darkness and drunkenness). I had forgotten stars existed, which sucks for an ex-president of the astronomy club. That night we shared jokes, played poker, and you guessed it: drank beer.

I decided climber guys are exponentially more hot than snowboarder guys. Also, this spring break I have found myself attracted to a different type of guy. There was one guy in mammoth and one in yosemite who are very similar. They are both very good-looking, loud, aggressive, sexist, exchanged witty banter, and for some reason were attracted to me. I must have a competitive fire in me, because I love when a male challenges me. These are not the type of guys I would normally date. One of them actually thought that if I saw his defined pecs and rock hard abs I would be more likely to hook up with him. He obviously read me incorrectly. When he mentioned he had a six pack, I was hoping he meant beer.

Overall, it was an awesome vacation. I drove about 32 hours total. I feel refreshed, have a hint of a tan, and am in a great mood. I love spring quarter. I am always very motivated to be healthy and enjoy life.

Best way to choose a DD: eleven card war. Also, salsa is vastly improved with tequila in it.

Childrens books that didnt make it:
The Sissy that Snitched
Your Nightmares are Real
Strangers Have the Best Candy
Grandpa Gets a Casket
Daddy Drinks Because You Cry