No Idea

So despite my wanting to lose weight, I've given in to my growling stomach and I plan on going to the downstairs coffee shop and getting a pastry for breakfast (since I didn't have time to eat at home before I got on the bus to school). So I shall be back in a few moments. Win. I got a scone. Mmm... butter pecan. So fattening, but so good. That was delicious. I want more, but I'm satiated for now, plus, I have a bagel with cream cheese, turkey and mustard for later, so I'll just use that to fuel me until after choir rehearsal. But goodness gracious, that was so tasty. Now for a topic change due to the fact that choir was brought up. Tonight is the final concert for concert and chamber choir, and I'm both excited and not so stoked about it. I love the choir, don't get me wrong, but I really don't want to be there until 10:30 at night. That is the sucky part. And it's not like home is around the corner like how it was during high school. It's a 45 minute drive and if it weren't for my dad coming to pick me up when he's done working with my brother on another physics olympics project for his science class, I'd have to drive my own butt home. In the dark. Alone. I've not even driven an hours worth of time alone yet, and I've had my licence since February. Sad right? Yeah I know. So anyways, for tonight's concert, we are singing the majority of what videos I posted a couple weeks ago, and a couple other songs that I couldn't find online for my one reader's enjoyment. Oh bother.. only an hour left until rehearsal.. I shall talk about yesterday.. it started out sleep deprived cause my internal alarm clock went off about every 25 minutes or so (which sucked hardcore) and I had really strange dreams. So I was tired and PMSing. Spells out imminent destruction right? Anyways, so I got to school and greeted the boyfriend. We started walking to the Community Market down the street when a good friend of mine called my name. Turns out she brought me a piece of decadent chocolate cake with ganache all up inside and around it. (yummmmm).. the problem was that the boyfriend unit decided it would be appropriate to make a weed jibe and told me to watch out cause the cake might be "special". That really pissed me off and ruined the majority of the day for both of us. With the PMS and sleep deprivation on top of that my day just went straight to hell when he said that. It was not fun. I almost broke down in my Philosophy class.. but everything turned out alright with that situation, but then, last night we left one another on sour-ish terms. It's too difficult to explain, but it really was not enjoyable. And now only a half hour is left which means that I need to get going in about 20 minutes cause it takes 10 just to walk there. I might as well just post this and putz around for the remaining time. *sigh* alrighy..

Peace love and all that jazz

-Halo

The Waiting Game

Dark red is the color for today as I await patiently for my desired spot in the library.  Yet no one is seeming to move from a fricking computer! DX Phail people of the library on the fourth floor near the elevators! I might as well eat a pop tart in the mean time cause there's nothing really better to do except feed myself and wait semi-patiently. Cause, I mean, that's all I really can do at this point. But I would really much rather SOMEONE MOVE so I can sit down and finish this post in a more comfortable setting. Wow dude, you already look semi-retarded (I'm being serious here.. this isn't sarcasm talking), you should pull up your pants so you don't drag more attention to your pitiful looking face. Man, so many people want computers back here it's not even funny.  And the sad thing is that at least a third of the people back here are playing plants vs. zombies or farmville.. depressing. At least I'd be doing something constructive right? Informing the people of the world of what it is I'm thinking, doing and what I did over the weekend. Uncool man, someone needs to move so I can sit down and write this, not to mention the English essay thingamabob that's due tomorrow afternoon. Awe, I thought I had a spot. Meanie.. tricked me. OH OH OH! I have one! Sweet deal ^_^ Oh, and I also saw Mr. Hard Click back here. He's one row behind me on facebook at the moment and I can hear him typing and clicking from here. The sad thing is that he's a good 15 feet behind me. Yay for pop tarts being breakfast -_- .. it's kinda depressing cause it's the only thing I could really grab due to the fact that I was already late this morning. Alrighty.. time to catch up the single reader on what happened this weekend. (Wow, I didn't realize how hungry I was =/ and ew, pop tarts are sickly sweet). So on Friday, I woke up early, went on a 15 mile bike ride with the father unit, went out to breakfast and practically did nothing  when I got home except shower and do the tiniest bit of homework for the rest of the day. It felt glorious. Especially after the nasty 15 page paper I had to write last week and all the stress that followed. So Friday was my off day. Saturday, I went on a 30 mile ride with my dad, little bro, uncle and cousin. We rode out to a winery and back which was absolutely lovely (minus the pain and occasional gust of wind). Then at home, I didn't really do all that much except a little more homework and read some. On Sunday, I was quite the busy bee. I practically woke up and cleaned half the house. It was my mom's 45th birthday and so I was prepping for it all day long.. cleaning, making food (not to mention a cake that fell apart but it was put back together by my parents cause I felt like crying and starting all over.. which did not help the fact that afterwards the shower head broke and fell on my foot in the shower, and the lemon I was trying to work with split in half and all the juice went everywhere.. ya know. just a bunch of bad things happening and just added to the list). I was majorly PMSing yesterday and so that wasn't fun. It just added to my already irritated state of mind. Owie, acne hurts. A lot. I wish there was something that I could do to make it go away other than what I already do (washing my face daily and using 10% benzoil peroxide acne cream once every other day), cause this stuff seriously is a pain in the .. face. x|  Ohhh joy.. I have two more hours to kill here. Maybe I should finish that blasted English thingamabob and come back to this when it's done. I know I should, but I really don't want to.. Bleh.. FML. Fine. I will. *humph* >.> Well, I finished. It only took me a half hour or so.. I could have easily done it over the weekend on Friday or something, but I just did not feel like it. At least I got it out of the way and didn't have to write it late tonight when I will most likely be ridiculously tired.  Oh I so love the last computer space back here. No one can see my screen, and hardly anyone ever comes back here in the first place. I likey I likey =)  So yesterday was my mom's birthday, as well as my cousin's 18th.  I hope that she had fun and had a great day... But today.. today is my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend's birthday.. I wonder if he's said any birthday wishes to her yet.  I'm torn in half by what I hope he does. I would hope that he does out of common courtesy, but she told him to leave her alone and so I don't know if he will or not. She apparently loathes me.. I don't exactly like her much either, but at least I don't hate her.. I mean, I stole her boyfriend, but she did some absolutely nasty things while they were dating.. I don't know. I just hope she doesn't hate me for much longer (even though I picture her as the devil). Anywho, it's time to leave for choir. I'm kinda wanting to go, kinda just not. I just feel like not doing anything today cause of the fact that I'm exhausted from yesterday and such.. as well as because of the lack of proper sleeping. Blehh.. ok, well I'm gonna give up the perfect seat on the fourth floor, bounce outta this library, face the oh-so-lovely mulch smell outside and get to choir.

Peace, love and all that jazz

-Halo

Here We Are Again

Well well well... I just happen to be sitting in the same spot as yesterday and Mr. Hard Click is next to me once more.  But this time he brought a friend xD .. an old Asian lady.  But I brought something for myself too: chocolate chip peanutbutter coconut almond oatmeal cookies that I made last night. I just had one and they aren't half bad for my first time ever making cookies from scratch. Though, I wish I'd pulled them out of the oven a few minutes beforehand so they'd be a bit chewier. Oh well. Live and Learn right? Gah!!!! That was the title for that bee-atch of a paper I was talking about yesterday. I don't wanna be reminded of what it "means to be educated" .. excuse me while I go puke up that cookie. Well, I gotta go cause my love is almost to the school and I want to greet him by the parking garage.

Peace out!
-Halo

Suhhhh-leepy

Man I'm tired.. I can hardly stay awake. This kinda sucks due to the fact that I have 2.5 hours to kill before choir. and I would really like to stay conscious in the meantime.. bathroom break time.. back.. wow. The dude (more like old man) next to me really doesn't know how to properly click a mouse. It's actually kind of hilarious cause he's doing it a million times harder than he needs to.. and it's funny seeing him in my peripherals cause his whole body jerks each time he clicks it.  Quite entertaining to watch..  I can tell that he is totally fed up with whatever it is he is trying to do.. I know it's horrible of me, but I find it really funny to hear his random grunts and sighs of annoyance as he gets closer and closer to breaking the computer's mouse. And now the guy behind me is brushing his already brushed hair.. this world is full of strange people. But who am I to talk.. I can see auras and have visions. Frick.. I can't even think straight. The weekend.. I'll talk about the weekend. Friday was amazing cause I got to sleep in some, and then worked on that B!TCH of a paper that was due yesterday for my English class. That sucker was 15 full pages. On saturday, I went to San Francisco for the last two games of the Giants' series against the Rockies. We swept them! Totally exciting games. I even painted my nails neon orange with a black stripe down the middle. [I'll get up a pic of them soon].. haha.. the guy sitting next to me.. the old man, he can only type with his index fingers. And guess what.. he is doing it ten times harder than necessary! xD  So the Giants games happened (gift to my mom for mother's day and her birthday which is this weekend), and then on Monday my boyfriend came down to see the required concert that happened for our Jazz Appreciation class.. we wandered all over the JC campus to find out that Newman Auditorium was in Emeritus hall... so pissed about that one. (Dude.. the harder you click and type doesn't make anything go faster.. they never learn).  So my boyfriend and I went to see the Jazz Combos play with a special guest artist and then drove literally about a minute down the street from the JCand we were pulled over.  Apparently the cop didn't deem our headlights "up to par" with what's required, and gave us a fix-it ticket. A$$ hole. Got home eventually, and then worked on our papers until about 2:30 AM. I went to bed cause I was practically done with mine and couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.  Then I woke up around 6:30 to violent laughter in the dining room. I was slightly ticked off that my parents didn't even bother trying to be somewhat quiet so I could get a decent amount of hours in. Anywho, woke up.. made breakfast for my boyfriend and I, which was a bacon and egg sandwich (delicious), took a shower and had a little fun afterwards. Lets just say we missed our Jazz Appreciation class.. but it was well worth it. I was seriously deprived. So then we went to school (no, we didn't get pulled over), finished our essays (got mine done in plenty of time, but his just barely made it), and then parted ways when he had to go to his math class. I got home, ate the most fabulous fried chicken ever (courtesy of my mother) wtih mashed potatoes and broccoli. So amazingly delicious. Then, just to see how they'd react, my cousin and I put a piece of tape on the bottom of both my cat's paws and they FLIPPED OUT like no other and it was hillarious. No harm done though. Ugh.. another hour left until I have my 75 minute class and then have to kill two more hours of time before I get to go home. Phail bus for not having anything between noon and three. P.H.A.I.L.  Wow.. now the old man next to me is trying to text?! I think the world is gonna end.. Mmmmm... Burt's Bees is amazing. ^_^ it's time to just putz around on the computer until I need to go to class.

PEACE, LOVE AND ALL THAT JAZZZ
-Halo

Hurts So Good

oh the pain.. it's not all that pleasant, but its kind of a nice reminder that I did a 50 mile bike ride yesterday. I went up to Chico with my dad, brother, uncle and his two kids and rode in the Wildflower.  It was a lot of fun, and there were lots of laughs. It was most definitely an adventure for all of us who attended.. but holy goodness I'm beat. If someone gave me a pillow and a blanket, I could fall asleep in the middle of an intersection in NYC.  I am so incredibly sore.. not to mention I have a gnarly sunburn on both of my legs (left one is worse), and both of my arms.  But honestly, I think my arms look awful. My jersey was a short sleeve and so it's horribly obvious that (ow ow ow.. mental note: don't move. It hurts) I was wearing a t-shirt.. and shorts. It is very obvious that I was wearing shorts. (Another mental note: remember "2002". Awesome, lovely group with beautiful music). Back-tracking a bit, the people going on the ride and I left Saturday afternoon to drive to Chico, where we spent that night in a hotel near the fairgrounds where the event was being held. (oh no, just coughed up blood.. not a good sign I'm guessing.. oh well). We ordered and destroyed two pizzas, a salad, and two orders of bread sticks. Then we proceeded to attempt to watch Inception but the TV in the room sucked and wouldn't work with the DVD player so we got a refund and decided to watch the last half of Batman Begins instead. Then we all crashed hardcore and woke up at 6 on the nose to take showers and what not to get ready for the ride. We got there, started at around 9 in the morning. My brother and cousin split from the group (my brother was swayed by my cousin to do the 65 mile "mildflower" with her which consisted of climbing a mountain.. I will be physically fit enough to do it next year!) and the rest of us (including my little 10 year old cousin) went ahead as planned and did the flat 60 mile ride.. but we cheated some and took a bit of a short cut and so we really did 50 miles. Still whooped my butt and I don't think  I could have gone the other way and pulled 20 more miles out of it.  My rear felt like it had molded to the seat, but not in a good way.. it hurt like a mother trucker.  A few other complications that occurred were that we stopped for a half hour to help a guy named Gus fix a flat tire.  It took a half hour because we had to change it three times before we found a tire amongst us that would hold air.  Can you guess who's spare was used? Yep, you got it.. MINE! I'm kinda pissed that I lost a tube, but also glad to help out some. So we rode on, stopped a few more times, once to take off my socks because my shoes hurt me so much (I need new ones so bad that it's not even close to humorous), and just to rest our butts.  Then we got to our lunch break which was a little over half way done and had a fabulous turkey sandwich.  Mind you, it was only delicious because I hadn't had anything to eat in hours and I needed fuel fast or I was going to crash.  We all laid in the shade next to a river for about 10 minutes, letting the food and electrolyte water digest some and then got back in the saddle. Oh boy did that hurt like no other. We eventually made it to the next rest stop where we hung out and recuperated as well as met up with my cousin and brother and had some laughs in the shade of a tree.  We split up again, but differently. My uncle went with my cousin (the older/girl) while my brother came with my father, my little cousin and I on the shorter way back.  We relaxed some at the fairgrounds where we started out that morning and had a few drinks to replenish ourselves. Then we left for home, stopping twice on the way: once for dinner (BOMB Mexican food!), and another time so dad could go to the bathroom. I don't remember the majority of the rest of the ride home cause I kept dozing off.  When I got home I was so happy that we'd made it. But getting out of the car and moving around hurt like a trucker. I took three Advil and put ointment on my burns, called my boyfriend to tell him about my day and to say goodnight, and then passed the heck out. I woke up this morning to take a shower.. holy goodness does that hurt when you've got awful sunburns everywhere. I had to take a cold shower just so it wouldn't hurt as much which sucked.. anyways, I gotta split. Time for class.

Here's a picture of what my thighs look like..

Now imagine the rest of my legs looking like that, and my arms all splotchy from the middle of my upper arm all the way down to my wrists due to the fact that I failed to apply sunscreen well enough and now I look diseased. -_-,  sad day.  Anyways, peace, love and all that jazz. Choir time. I'm not looking forward to walking down stairs, standing, sitting.. moving in general. Ouch. =/