tuesday,
well whatta way to start my week! that ever-present pepperdine bubble is in need of bursting every once and awhile just to remind you that you are, in fact, alive.
work was so crazy yesterday. liz and i decided to wrap ourselves in towels for that whole 'hindu/afghani sheik' look thats all the rage to keep the giant ashes out of our hair/eyes/mouths/lungs. when that wasnt enough, we were all about the surgical masks we found in the guard room. scared people away for sho.
and im really excited to see my girls in dallas over thanksgiving. they are picking me up at dfw and we're having dinner in a trendy restaurant downtown for food and much needed catching up. just think of sex and the city and their little brunches. minus the middle-agedness. i think we can all guess who is comparable to who, too...
im getting lazy and this is no good. i need to kick my ass into gear. but anyways i work at 630 am, so goodnight!
sunday,
why are all the weeks flying by?! it was freegen august about a week ago, and next week or so will be christmas. they say time flies when you are having fun, but i think this has more to do with not having enough time to know that days are passing in the first place. sleep. work. school. homework. errands. sleep. in case you have been giving me crap for not being around to im lately, thats what im doing.
i went to the oc on tuesday to the oc performing arts center for a russian ballet. it sounds kinda weird, i know, but honestly it was a lot of fun. they did a very classical white tutu type scene, and then this lavish modern one about a giant orgy where everyone gets massacred at the end, and then one about a bird who scares away these glow-in-the-dark men. i think the best part was getting all dressed up in my little black dress and gold heels and makeup. it was sort of compensation for how terrible i looked the rest of the week...
the rest of the week, i studied for physiology. in the end, i think i studied so much that i might have done ok. but that could just be overconfidence.
i did ok on fazel's physics test, too. well... he doesnt actually give grades so its more of a 'feeling' he gets from your overall comprehension of all the problems regardless of how accurate your answers are. its all about the 'feeling' and how HAPPY you are. (i love california!) thats why when ben and i did our homework, we weren't so concerned with learning the concepts... just being HAPPY and writing stuff down. oh, and we came up with a sneaky trick to figure exactly how old our professor/astrophysicist/actor/surfer really is.
nate was going to take me to see the second half of kill bill, but of course, all the tickets were sold out at the bridge, so we ended up having to buy tickets for mystic river in the 'directors lounge'. basically, you pay fourteen fifty to sit in leather seats. ill admit they were super comfortable, but that just seems gimmicky to me. overall the movie was very good. it was very dramatic and a little scary at times (ok fine i was just tripping out), but the ending didnt really tie things up enough for my taste.
saturday i pretty much wasted. not on purpose. its mostly jeff's fault. i mean geoff. well about half his fault. i drove like thirty minutes out to this place that allegedly had a car wash (because i havent washed my car yet this year), but that was completely unsuccessful. then, in pursuit of my 'remember the alamo' speech (which can not be found at pepperdine's library or the malibu public library), i was driving through malibu canyon to agoura hills... but there were tons of fires out that way so i turned around and wasted about another hour or so. damn it, im doing that speech! so today im going to the promenade and buying the damn thing at barnes and noble because i refuse to do any other speech. speaking of texas and me, btw, there is a tall, blonde woman named maureen barnes (as in the book store creator's daughter) from dallas, texas who lives in malibu. that's some crazy shit.
so saturday night, i was worn out from everything. i just swaddled myself in my bed and watched ucla kick arizona state's ass on tv. then, i drove to the palisades to hang out with goeff at his home. (he had to stay home and babysit his seventeen year old brother because he was caught smoking weed). so we all just smoked some weed (haha) and watched tv like forty year old people. then his mom came home and made us cookies and milk. i dazzled and amazed everyone with my own very special edition of twinkle twinkle little star on the piano. then geoff really played it. way to make me look retarded.
anyways, if you dont hear from me this week, im writing like three term papers and/or ive been swept up in the southern california brushfires.
love yall, and REMEMBER THE ALAMO! VIVA LA TEJAS!
monday,
way behind. quick update. went up coral canyon to break in 'little arnold' (the bong) and saw the amazing fog show (it drifted down and then back up). worked a lot. went to a 1920's movie theater (with curtains and balconies and the works) to see kill bill and got sick and missed the best part apparently (the whole second half). went hiking and managed to injure myself (go figure) by falling off of a tree branch into boulders and geoff found a snake and prodded it a la crocodile hunter (oh ya it was like .25 inches in diameter). studied physics up the butt. decided it was self-proclaimed alcohol and drug free week. played tennis (and muffy dahling im just fabulous at it haha). delivered one kick ass speech on yoga becuase i finally figured out that an audience responds better to words like 'tantra', 'sex', and 'buttocks' more than to actual brilliant content. ralph's is being boycotted by its spoiled brat employees, but aboot to go there anyways and push my way through because a gal has got to be nourished. miss texas. really need to do laundry. losing my tan. whew, thats it yall!
ladies and gentlemen, it is a momentous occasion this evening, so feel privileged for being in the know. i hereby profess that maureen anne mcclurg believes alcohol to be quote, blechy,unquote.
also on the addendum is the sighting of her majesty aviral lavigne. basically geoff (or jeff as i usually prefer haha) and justin and i went to ralph's to stock up on essentials. geoff/jeff was shopping for air freshener, and it was quite an intricate process deciding which one smelled 'masculine enough'. after spraying some glad shit all over the place... ooops! its drops. so, i was obligated to make fun. i hear some laughter. its two semi creepy girls buying cupcakes. the tall one has a jean jacket that says 'i am famous', and the short one... blood shot eyes, extremely long nappy hair, about four feet ten, looks very teen aingsty... yup its her. we ran into them about five more times, and i was very close to offering the poor girl clear eyes because she looked like hell... but no, im not that nice. justin calls marcus and co., and we dare marcus (who is way obsessed) to take off his pants and walk in with just his trench coat and flash her. i guess five dollars wasnt enough, so that was that.
jeff/geoff also bought a bong 'purely for tobacco and other pepperdine appropriate purposes'.
what else... all that extra insane energy i had all last week finally wore out after working twenty hours in two days. oh well... it will for sure help in paying off that four hundred dollar thanksgiving weekend plane ticket.
ok, i hate to be 'b', but i gotta say goodnight breh
goodnight breh
the four great loves in my life: college street, natatorium, wellington, ralleigh runnels. ha ha. i just sat at work today trying to figure out exactly how much of my life i spend at the pool. the final figure came out to be... a lot!