Rearranging Life.

As finals approach, and I should be studying, I am rearranging my room. I have found old photos, old jewelry, and a colorful closet. My closet: full of clothes. Mostly size large, and full of color and life. Memories. Vintage clothes and some with tags still on them. To top of my newly arranged room. Online Shopping. Forever 21 has called my name. Three new tops, a pair of shorts, a bathing suit, undies and some necessary accessories. The problem with online shopping? Waiting. I now have to wait 5-10 business days for my package of gifts. I am just hoping that it comes right after my finals as a present for finishing, yet another, year of community college.

I am looking forward to Thursday. Then it's summer, and Javiers for dinner to celebrate the end of an 18 unit semester. A nightmare is what it should be called. I no longer have nightmares in my sleep, now they're in reality. They're called finals. I figured 18 units would be awesome, but I didn't think about the finals. Silly me.

Writers Block.

I've come to realize that writing about something so dear and personal to me is not as easy as I thought. Find a song that describes your personality? A walk in the park, NOT! Can't find one. So now I have to write about a song that reminds me of a time of my life. Not much easier. Found the album, "Tell All Your Friends" by Taking Back Sunday, but now I can't write. I never enjoy when this happens. Maybe change the album? Maybe change the tone of my essay? Happy to sad. Oh bother.

Spring Break 2010. I love Japan.

Kamakura.

I enjoyed that beer.

Yokohama Marine Tower.

Yokohama.

Auntie. Natalie. Sake!

Etiquette.

Now, we have gone over this before...

If there are only two of you about to dine at a busy restaurant, DO NOT ASK TO SIT AT THE ONLY DIRTY FOUR TOP!! REALLY?! So annoying. You just stood and watched me clean off a deuce for you, so why would you insist on sitting at the DIRTY four top right next to it? WHY?! I mean, COME ON!! Have you no respect for the person busting their ass for your eating pleasure? I am not paid enough to deal with your retardation. LO SIENTO!

AND! If there is a sign by the front door that clearly says, "Please Wait To Be Seated," that is NOT an open invitation for you to walk in and seat yourself. I WILL IGNORE YOU! I am being paid to seat you, let me do my job! And don't walk in and stand by the front door and stare at me until I come over to you. Believe me, I saw you by the podium, I know you are waiting, but I am not going to drop a 15 pound try of glasses to come running over to you. Give me 10 seconds and I will be right there. Standing by the front door does not save time anyways. I still have to walk outside and grab menus and a flip ticket. So please, OBEY THE SIGN. It's your friend, and it will guarantee you a smile on MY face.

Oh, and by the way, just because you think you are the Godfather with your two slightly retarded looking sons, does not mean you get to call me "Lady." Take your tinted sunglasses and cram them up your cram hole!

Thanks, and from all of us here at Random Talk, we bid you ado.

[PS, doubling the tax is not an adequate tip. Thanks]

Love is a Pair of Scissors to the Head.

Babysitting is how I pay rent now. Not that I mind, the kids are totally awesome. Evelyn and Scarlet. My nieces. So easily entertained by Sponge Bob and Super Mario Brothers 3. As of right now, Scar is torturing Evie by brushing, and by brushing I mean hitting and pulling, her hair. A future hair stylist, I see it now. Scarlet stabbing people in the head with her scissors and never having a returning client. A bright future indeed.

Evie on the other hand, well I have already planned out her destiny. She is to be a model, with her Auntie living vicariously through her. I intend on being her manager/owner/bosslady [Yes, one word].

I can hear the Disneyland fireworks from here. YAY.

Remember, I said this blog was about absolutely nothing.

Dear World.

I know that the human race is seriously reTARDED, but when someone is trying to push a car over to the shoulder, it's just polite to stop and let them get over. SEEING AS THIS IS THE LAW! But NOOO! Ya'll are just too cool to let the girl and her boyfriend over to safety. It's a common courtesy. Bitches. 

BTW, that is me racing my car for the first time!!!

Past Time

I have to say, that even though I live in Orange County, by the beach, there is really nothing to do here! I am on summer vacation, and what do I do? I watch television, wash my car, and bake cookies. Not what I have in mind for a summer break. 

But on the bright side, I did go to Venice Beach on my first day of summer, so it's alright, I guess. 

Anyways, I have made a list of things I need to do this summer. The list follows:

1. Go streaking.

2. Win a game of beer pong.

3. Go visit Nathalie in Santa Barbara.

4. Save $1000.

5. Go to 5 shows.

6. Go to Hollywood.

7. Take a photographed documentation of summer.

8. Go to Sea World.

9. Watch a lot of movies.

10. Visit Michael in Chico.

There is something that is really fun to do. Watch COPS. It's awesome!

Anyways, I forgot what I was doing, and I lost the next part of my list. CRAP!