R E L I E V E ME censored

Last night, I dreamt of a simple life,
Of an intricate love as a sexy wife.
MURANO ISLA, ITALIA

Last night, M and I sorted through his girl troubles... I couldn't help but reminisce over when he and I were both bachelors in a sea of gills and dorsal fins. "So many girls out there in the sea, you're too tall and not cute enough for me," haha. I haven't been able to hang out with M in so long... I'm just really grateful that he understands how Oxford is with homework and how unreasonable my parents are. He still calls me and even though I don't pick up all the time, he calls and we end up talking some how. Out of all my friends, I'm pleasantly surprised that I still have Mark in my life despite me not being able to chill all the time. He's always excited to meet new people, but he knows how to keep relationships strong and fun. He's good at being there for me, even if I can't physically be there for him. That's why we have Blogtv.com!

For those who I am physically there for, I found out one wants nothing to do with me. I got a call from a friend last night, telling me how one of our homies "doesn't like [my] attitude and thinks [I'm] gross." Gross, meaning perverted and low class, and attitude, meaning my overall demeanor. And we're talking about a guy here. Well, I always suspected it, but last night, it was confirmed. My friend that called me told me that he argued with this person, defending all the times I drove him and his friend places, got food for them, how cool I am compared to other girls in our grade, how I kept him company when no one else would... The only thing to do now is not discriminate and treat him like he does me, but I am definitely not cool with him anymore. He's one of those people that hate and discriminate against their parents... only to realize that they are their carbon copy after all.

But to get my mind off things...
I thought back to some good memories this year.

Spirit Week: Zoo Oxford! October 8, 2008. A and I dressed up as "The Tortoise and the Hare." Get it? But we're more like, the turtle and the bunny. I was going for honey colors... like.. a hunnay bunnay. Winkk. That was a very, very awkward day. I went to Tuesday Morning to meet up with a friend who worked there, only to hear from him that he changed his work schedule to begin two hours later! What the hell, mang, you said we'd be having lunch around 1:00pm! Haha, so instead of him... I bumped into... haha. A certain Señor. Mmm... lettuce not go into that. Just know it was awkward beyond possible. But also, the start of an on-going spiral.

Spirit Week: Opposite Day! October 7, 2008. I remember thinking, wow. A would make such a good cholo. Maybe. Maybe just a good hiphop person. That was when math class was so-so. I sat behind J and in front of A... I was still getting to know people. I remember being soo tired I was either laughing my butt off or exchanging crazay looks with my favorite MexiCubo... again, why am I so dark in these pictures??? Ahh, these were the days... First quarter. School barely starting a month earlier. And just a week before, errbody in the gym got tips ;] I'm talking about the Back To School Dance. Hmm... "What a coinsidence?"

Persian Food and Starbucks! November 7, 2008. It was a Friday night, and I was reeaaalllly bored at home and reeealllyy reeaaallly hungry. So I picked up A from M's house, and after dropping off M, I, and her boyfriend (who is in the band but I totally forgot his name right now) at In-N-Out, we went out for some Persian food near the city of Tustin. There was this middle-aged belly dancer all up in his face... I think she was expecting money. Or some kind of reaction. And all he did was turn red, hahaa. After some good hummus, koobideh, and sea bass, we had some late night coffee in the back seat until midnight. OH and that was the first time I met his mom. At the time... my heels were royal purple. Watch ouuttt!

Now I will return back to reality. I've got a paper due by morning and I literally copy and pasted the content from draft to draft. I feel really guilty but that's how I work sometimes. Haha.

Oh, Junior Year, why must you cut me so?