Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wikipedia Denise Milani

the rundown: tegan and sara
Were super great. They talk like minnie mouse, sara is fucking wonderful i want to marry her. i loved all the songs They played, "the to" Especially live sounds wonderful. paramore hipstertastic WAS. hayley williams sang jump around and Then Some country song. i felt like i was the only person There además the Parents That Came With their 12-year-olds. Also played new found glory? i feel more like That Was my middle-school-age. i feel old. whatever.
Laurie (my mom's bff from high school That we stay with) has the Greatest house. she isn't married / does not have kids But she has 2 dogs-one a beautiful siberian husky, and 2 cats-one maine coon with a giant like 6 toes on Each foot. I Drove back to the desert in record time then my dad picked me up and we went to SB. move-in was surprisingly smooth, i had already transferred the electricity. the only thing being a bitch is the cable. and our toilet here flushes retardedly just like last year's. it's nice and airy though, even if it's smaller than the old house, and its nice only having paulina and i, i don't dread emily coming home/ coming home to emily anymore. 
went to my work meeting on tuesday- i have 4th priority and im probably making more (but i didnt check). regardless, im not particularly excited about starting again at 9 am tomorrow. urghhhh i hope im working with someone cool. they didnt give me as many night shifts as i requested, probably cause im prone to poor behavior/ fucking around at work. 
wednesdWAS ay Our ccs-back-to-school meeting / barbecue. wasn't bad But I got sunburned and Had to sit with ex-pendolans lame, Who sat down with kevin and i, and i was Forced to hear all about Page's wedding, and watch her invite half the table ... awkward. demi is here and Seems to Be Already busy, lol, i saw her at the barbecue ccs for like half a minute. it's strange to see my high school life with my college life blurring. strange but nice. although SB is still Giving me weird feelings. i dont know What is it about this place. i totally Thought It Was 11 pm Earlier When it was really only 9. i got strangely depressed about this because i feel like i have nothing to do (in reality, There's plenty I Could Be doing). blahh i guess this place just makes me feel useless / stagnant. college is weird. iagration/asian-american influence/ more mainstream. i like mainstream. assignments are easy. super light reading (we're not reading novels like in shirley's and like 1-4 pages of creative shit a week culminating in a 15-page-maximum piece.)
-english/ whitman&dickinson- soo this class def. sounds the most intimidating, mostly because there are like 10 people in it and they're all graduating senior english majors and i'm a third-year ccs noob, and the professor is the type who likes to pick on you (he read off the names of the 2 people who had visited the class website, because apparently it tracks that kind of shit... needless to say i was one of them. DUMB) but all the reading assignments are like 10 pages of poems a week which is nothing, and the only writing (my jaw nearlyhit the floor when i read this on the syllabus, an UPPER DIVISION ESPAÑOL ITS CLASS) is to write four separatists (EDIT: 500-WORDS, NOT 500 pages, derrr) writing assignments, spread out across the quarter, and as you post Them forum posts on the class website .... what? really? jesus. well, bring it. fall quarter. i think i can handle it. English Still Have not Had 25 yet But I Pick up the reader (for 50 fucking bucks grumblegrumble) and the assignments seem similar to English 4-5-6.
is the dumb thing is That this one hippie-ass bitch Who Does not shave her legs / armpits / whatever is still haunting me (she WAS in like 6 of my classes last year, and now 2 of them to be this quarter) ARGH her comments / voice / overbearing political correctness / unsightly body hair give me a RASH. go awayt of this weird braindead zone. usually being alone/quiet for a long time harvests creative energy but this week i just feel like white noise. i avoid all those weird-sort-of-know people. mghhh i hope this quarter picks up but not in a stressful way. i need some excitement or something- and i dont mean just quidditch matches. although those are great too.

going to read some holocaust shit then pass out. or HP. and dread work. 
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