Taking it to the Streets

After a day trip to San Fran with a few of my closest friends (Findian, Toaster, and Hippo [ohhh, Hippo is gunna be mad that her secret name on my blog is Hippo {This nickname is not at all to do with her size, she is small and petite and adorable}]), I was driving home with Findian to watch the premiere of So You Think You Can Dance. That is when it happened. Now I am not a bad driver, okay? Remember this is all about me not being your average college blonde who is irresponsible and has daddy buy her a new car after every time she totals her "old" one due to drunk driving. I am a decent driver, but I live off of I-880. This automatically means I need to be a defensive/ more offensive driver. If you want to survive driving the 880 everyday (I do so because my high school and all of my friends live in a place where in order to get there I am obligated to take 880 unless I want it to take 40 minutes with no traffic)without being pushed around and "walked", more like driven, all over you have to hold your ground. That is what I do. So I happen to have mad tailgating skills, so what? So it scares my friends sometimes, so what? Not my problem. I love to see the looks on the jerky business mens' faces when they get schooled by a young blonde girl at their own game. When it is time to get down to business, you can bet I will defeat those Huns. (Mulan reference, btdubs [btdubs =btw =by the way])

So anyways, I am on my way home, just got off of 880 when I am second in line at the semi-busy intersection near my home. Now the person who is second in line has a duty to the person first in line, they are kind of like their wing man, am I right? When firstie forgets to pay attention when the light turns green, after a few seconds, seconds gives a nice little courtesy honk. I mean am I the only one in the world who thinks this is proper etiquette? So, I am seconds and fristie is not looking when the light turns green, and so I wait a few seconds then give a little honk. Firstie had sort of begun to drive before I honked so it was one of those awkward moments where firstie has the right to get a little frustrated with seconds, right? Of course. But, in my case, firstie hits the brakes and kinda gives me a glare in the mirror, then starts again. I gave him another little honk like, " Homeslice? What is going on, that is uncalled for, man, it was a courtesy honk." Then firstie gives me another, and longer this time, stop-n-go maneuver. So, I lay it on the horn. Okay, Homeslice, Number 1: Whoaaaa, you are freaking me out Captain Road Rage, 2: It was a freakin' courtesy honk, chill, 3: You are not only holding me up but the 40-some-odd peeps we got behind us, and no matter what, you are not going to be able to hold me up so much that I do not make it through the light because I am already half way and if you are making it through so am I. So while firstie is creeping along in the intersection I am just laying it on the horn when finally they start to drive again and then as soon as I make the turn I switched lanes and sped past them in a shaming sort of way, but also because I was legitimately scared they were going to go all bumper cars on me and smash into the side of my vehicle. Though really they would turn out worse in that predicament, I drive a large black truck, they were in a small cream car. So I mean, come one. Unless they had pre-installed Road Rage weapons like spikes or something. In that case I'd be more worried that they would murder me with a crossbow or a mace once they rendered my car useless with their mechanisms.
Now I am genuinely confused about the whole event, especially because as I passed firstie I gave them a "WTF?!?!?" look and I saw that they were in fact a cute looking Indian couple. Not the people I would first peg for Road Rage and trying to make me hit them, although they may have weapons such as harpoons and nails to pop my tires. Yikes. Was I really so wrong in giving them a heads up that the light had turned green?

Disclaimer: Yes. When I drive I do in fact speak 70% more gangster than when I am not driving. Also, I really do refer to people as "Homeslice." Quite often actually.

Money Money Money

So like any typical California residing teen girls, my friends and I (I first wrote "me and my friends" but that is improper grammar) are going to San Fransisco tomorrow to hang out and shop. Here's my big issue. I have $420, but $400 of that is for a youth group trip I am going on next month. What am I to do? I mean seriously! Money, just sitting there. It is mine for the taking, and yet it is not at the same time. Illusive demon. Tsk tsk, for shame. I will probably end up spending this stored away money and then need to fervently work odd jobs for my mother to gain back that dough. So in that sense, I am just like the typical college blonde, over spending and being irresponsible. Damn.

In other news, the new season of The Bachelorette started this week. I went to my former teacher's house for a viewing party. We each pick out a certain guy that we like the best and that we want to make it all the way. You gotta be hot on your feet and choose someone quick, because you cannot share guys. At the same time, you mustn't be too hasty. There was this guy that I was eyeballing and thought was going to be my best bet for the gold. His nickname in college was "Shooter" for inappropriate reasons. Ali, the bachelorette, did not give him a rose of acceptance so he was out the first day! As one of my favorite childhood films, "Cinderella" (the version with Brandi as Cinderella and that asian guy as the prince), says "We hide our flaws until after the wedding." Poor shooter did not stand a chance to my studly choice, Ty.
Ty is from... Tennessee? I think. He seems so sweet and Ali seems to like him, but he has one flaw... ginormous ears. It is so unfortunate, I was worried that shallow blonde Ali would kick him out for his Dumbo sized ears, but he got his rose of acceptance. As my best friend Findian (I will call her that because I probably should not say her real name in case a stalker reads this someday) said "He must be a really good listener."

Do you get it? It took me a while to get it. (Hint: You listen with your ears... Ty has huge ears!)

Sitting Pretty...Pretty Bored

Summer is usually considered the best thing ever to a college student who doesn't particularly like their college. I am that college student, I am a nineteen year old, blonde, college girl who goes to school in Washington and all year misses California; but summer is not ending up as that oasis of friends and joy I was imagining as I trudged through the last two weeks of my first year of college. My boy friend dumped the week before finals, though I am not going to go on about that (except who does that?!?!?). But anyway, I made it through finals and passed the hardest class I've ever taken in my life, Plant Biology.
So now here I sit. In my parents' house that I sorta grew up in. Sorta meaning that we moved in when I was in 7th grade, and have lived in since then. Here I sit in the blue leather theater seats in the "TV room" of my home in front of the big screen TV. Did I plan to sit here watching CSI for the past two weeks? No. And not just CSI: Crime Scene Investigation that is set in Vegas with the wise cracking ex-stripper Catherine Willows, and the confusing relationship between tom-boy Sarah Sidle and weird bug obsessed Gil Grissom. I also have been watching CSI: Miami.

CSI: Miami has the single most hilarious character... Horatio Caine. I almost feel like I have been hypnotized by actor David Caruso's red hair. And the way he takes those glasses off, chilling, spine tingling, mesmerizing, and any other word you can think of that are synonyms for those words. I sit here in this chair, listening to the horrible things this Lieutenant says, the cheesey lines are possibly making me dumber and hurting my brain cells. The "witty" one liners of "H", as his squad so lovingly calls him, are amazing. I cannot believe that there are actual people writing his lines, and continue to do so. My love for this show transcends all time and space, and it may be due to these one liners. Check 'em out for yourself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sarYH0z948

So, I should get outside and get some fresh air you say? You are right, and I would like to say a disclaimer that I went to church on Sunday, and on Saturday I went to the beach, so HA! I am not a complete couch potato, not yet.