I hate to be the one to say it, but Spanish people are so ridiculous loud.

And on top of that, I hate Shakira.

While I feel better and somehow brilliantly enlightened, I still have a very crummy feeling for some reason.  I don't know what it is though.  You go along and live your normal day...and suddenly, you realize that something's just not quite right.  I guess that's what happened to me and I'm trying to fix it now.  I'll give it some time though.

But either way...I'm glad it's over (for now?!) and maybe this could be a step towards me being a grown ass woman for once.  Hate to be vague, but you know how it is --  I don't knows yo ass.

In other news, I have my 4000 word essay due by Thursday night and I currently have a little over 2000.  Problem is, I'm pretty sure I already said everything I could possibly say about the topic....AND THEN SOME.  Perhaps I should consider repeating every sentence in Spanish translation.  Iiiiiinteresting.

This weekend when I'm home, I'm gonna have NO worries and all will be buh-reeeeazy heeezy.  I have a date with my car for a little sudsy lovin'.  Watch out, kids.  I'm bringin' on the squeegie. 

I totally bought the new Backstreet Boys album "Never Gone."  Do so immediately or you will definitely regret the rest of your life.

Well, the day slipped by quickly.  Took my final blahdeeblahblah.  Normally, I hypertension my ass during midterms and by the time finals roll around, I'm just like "ehhhhhh..."  So, long story short: 2 hour Nutrition Science final at 4 pm.  Studied for probably the equivalent of 2 hours total.  Guilt?  None.  Sims?  You betcha.

Somehow, this xanga site isn't as appealing as it used to be.  Probably cuz the things that I want to talk about, I just don't feel comfortable talking about on the INTERNET.  I don't know...lots of mixed emotions.  I don't like acting like a trainwreck and certainly don't like being a basketcase.  So, perhaps I'll spare you the woes of my life and mix in all the peanut butter and butterflies I want.  PERHAPS!

Watched Hell's Kitchen again tonight.  Best show EVER.  Like, no, seriously.  Not a huge fan of reality TV.  But this is different.  Blows my mind.  But then again, I love cooking shows in general.

In other news, I am sweating PROFUSELY.  Sexy imagery, eh?

Son of a bitch.  I'm not really in the mood to play happy right now.  So...does anyone wanna go to the Backstreet Boys concert with me on August 30/31st?  HOLLER.

I am greatly saddened.  Please give me good news, people.

I never update anymore...probably cuz no one reads this damn thing.

Give me some incentive, people.

Okay, FINE.  I'll update after I come back from my final at 6 pm tonight.  Now hand me that buffalo wing, captain!

I seemingly neglect my xanga quite often and don't realize it.  HUH.

So, I had just about the best Valentine's Day ever.  Seriously.  So many surprises..it's a shame that I didn't charge my camera, so no picture until he gets his photos developed.  I will estimate...sometime in April.  Anyways...we spent QUITE a lot of time driving last night because of my forgetfulness.  Pleasanton --> Berkeley --> Pleasanton --> SF --> Berkeley and then this morning --> Davis. WHEW!  But honestly, those hours spent in the car were so nice.  Just a little Ryan Cabrera (or even a little K-Pop action) in the background, Bear dancing, and a lot of talking.  Very pleasant, if you ask me.  Other than the huge scratch on my windshield, it was all quite lovely.

I will spare you all the "disgust" (Sibwa, ahem)...but to sum up, Michael went all out.  I was amazed...simply dazzled by everything he brought to the table.  I know everyone thinks Valentine's Day is a horror show, but I guess I'm just lucky cuz I had one hell of a great time.  Thanks a lot, baby.  *swoon*

In other news, I'm employed (times 2).  But THIS job, I actually expect to have work and get hours and get paid.  That would be FANTASTIC.  *laughs*  I'm doing some secretarial schmuck at the Mondavi Center.  Dealing with the performers/artists' contracts or something.  Should be fun.  I love paperwork.  (No sarcasm)

I guess I'll share my traumatic story while I'm updating this damn thing.  Friday afternoon, I was preparing food for our pre-Valentine's picnic.  *everyone starts snickering at my "picnic."  Shut the hell up.*  Anyways, I was trying to make buffalo wings and everyone knows you gots to fry that shit up first, right?  Long story short, 2 cups of oil --> 2 feet of fire.  Ran to get neighbor's help and while he tried transporting the burning pot out of the apartment, he burnt his forearm pretty damn bad.  Fire extinguishers all had locks on them, and we really didnt' think of breaking the glass.  So...after a while, the fire died.  And so did my soul.  Cuz I sure felt like a failure.

But in the end, the buffalo wings turned out quite well (with Michael's assistance in the kitchen).  The picnic was fabulous...set on the perfect location, up on a peak in Berkeley, overlooking San Francisco and all of the city's glory.  It was magnificent.  We ate with a lantern cuz there was no real light.  No fire this time.

I'm gone.