so i haven't updated in ages.
or two weeks, you pick.

since then i've...

turned eighteen:
the day of my birthday, i slept in and went to class [ew]. then emily, aryanna, and i went to the cheesecake factory for celebratory cheesecake which was really, really nice. then emily and i ran to the trolley [not so nice... i thought i might die. or at least projectile vomit chocolatechocolatechocolate cheesecake]. then we went to the seven-eleven where i nearly couldn't buy a lottery ticket. who knew it was so FREAKING HARD?! we watched the office at nine and then i think i went to bed.... i have an eight o' clock class on fridays. ugh.

i actually felt different waking up on my birthday for once....weird.

the next day i went to all my classes [again, ugh] and took the train home at three. i spent friday night with my family at Lucille's and then dragged my brother around town while i shopped for odds and ends. then- of course- GOLDEN SPOON. where i had a coupon for free fro-yo , HECK YES. then we all sat around and watched the soup.

the next morning was my library's booksale, so i got up early, got some starbucks, and went over. i got to see everybody, including Pam, who i hadn't seen since before i left for college. i stayed from around nine until three-ish. afterward, i took evan out for a late lunch and various shopping. plus i promised him starbucks, so we had to get that.

i spent the night with kaitlyn and kelly and we had the best time driving around laguna and taking pictures of a little army man everywhere we went. i finally got to drive everyone [legally.... :D].

I was supposed to take the three o'clock train back to san diego state, but aryanna offered to take me back with her. i went out to red robin with my mom for lunch and took evan and his friend to game stop with all my extra free time. my dad was working on a photo album for his parents who he's visiting right now, so he dragged out all the awkward baby/liller chiller pictures which were amusing. Emily didn't come back until the next day, so i had the room all to myself for the night.

THEN, i survived one crazy week:
because i have been supreme ruler of the procrastinators, i had a TON of shit to do last week. even with tuesday off, i worked straight through most of the week. i had a paper to write, a midterm to study for, a project to research [and complete], and ANOTHER midterm to study for. i took friday and saturday off as mental health days. friday, emily's friends came to visit and we all hung out. saturday, i spent time with my aunt and cousin at seaport village for my birthday. it was so nice to just get away for two days, but i had to come back and finish nearly an entire term project. which took all of sunday. which SUCKED. and it didn't help that the power went out twice [and still isn't completely back up. last night we didn't have any electricity, so even our fridge didn't work, and today the overhead lights don't work]. i was done by ten o'clock, just in time for 'the pick up artist,' which is FREAKING ENTERTAINING. Mystery [THAT'S HIS NAME!] is so weird i can barely stand it. i passed out a little past eleven.

today i went to my usual classes [art history, anthropology, and philosophy] where i found out i got an A on my art midterm, turned in my project for extra credit, and wanted to shoot myself in philosophy. i felt so accomplished from yesterday, that i lazed around the dorm room before finishing my homework and starting on my next two projects. i have four days to write a paper for art history, two weeks to start and finish my linguistics term project, and about three weeks to write a philosophy paper good enough to keep me passing. fantastic.

really, i'm just counting the days until thanksgiving break [which for me starts wednesday at 8:51, unless my art class gets cancelled- PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE. :D]

politics.
bleh.
i have never been a huge fan of politics. usually they come up when my relatives are drunk and everyone yells their opinions while kicking back with four plus beer bottles and a football game. not my idea of a good time.

but this time, i got sucked into the election results.
possibly because i am sad that i couldn't let my own voice be heard [today my dad said that i was almost born on the fourth. DAMMIT. plus i was born on election day 1990. weird.]

i never put much effort into deciding which candidate i would have voted for.
i leaned more toward mccain. i am not big on taxes or socialized medicine.

obama won and i hope he will bring the right kind of change to this country in the next four years.

i also hope that proposition 8 does not pass.
i feel like people who love each other should be able to get married, to have a legitimate union in the eyes of the law.
i don't feel like the ability for two men or two women to marry each other will affect me personally in any way- so why keep them from marrying?

the conflict has been likened to interracial marriage and racism.
today it is common, but it was formerly banned. today people who disagree with interracial marriage are labeled racists.

what will we say about prop 8 in the future?