air raceS on saturday was a success! smoked some glorious bowls... got lost, wes forced me to eat at mcdonalds (i more so moved around the food and tore it apart rather than consume that toxic waste) && then we found a place to park & like the underage fuckers we are... hopped in the backseat, chugged four beers and walked to the hyatT.
this is NO ordinary hyatt, its the SHIT. the grand manchester hyatt san diagO. brilliance. on top at the red bull college party..AMAZING view of the entire course!!!!! we even saw some sloppy slutty boobies in a chicken fight in the pool!!!! ive come to realize, that getting a mild head buzz with your boyfriend and standing in the corner observing the sloppys is more fun than being the slop.
especially, because we saw boobies. hahahahhahaha.
"its just always me and you, isn't it?" wesley asks me on the way home. yes. its always us. ALWAYS. i cant think of many moments since ive moved home during my free time that have been spent without him. its alright though, he is my best friend and my everything. an amazing person.
watched fear & loathing in las vegas for the first time too together. awesome movie. loved it. lived up to my expectations. it puzzles me that ive experimented with all these various toxins and never watched the legendary movies. silly me. anyways, hilarious movie.
ive been surfing this tidal wave of homework i have, and im flailing. surfing i suppose is not the correct word, surfACING perhaps? nah, im still drowninggggggggg! at the moment i am supposed to be contrasting the value conflicts in a fictional character from my lit book, but alas, i am here.. singing to my puppy, and typing to my nonexistant public. or ARE you out there?
work shall be hellish on tuesday, as i received another bipolar message from my boss, apparently ive done something wrong on my hours. i find this hard to believe, because i use the exact same template each week, but change the hours & work ive done. ginger spice however found my work unsatisfactory and has gone A-wall again. she slammed the phone down on the end of the VM. very professional.
better get used to iT, im sure the fashion industry is CRAWLING with peaches. what am i saying? ive had some as professors :)
my mom leopard pimped the SHIT out of my closet. its awesome. i love that im easy to buy for. all sequins all leopard and all eccentriCKy. its me. badaBING badaBOOM.
but its alright, alright JUST DANCE.
CIAO BELLA! XX
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