112909/the underground city is in montreal

If I ever go to Canada, I need to go there. I told Ryan's mom to go there during her trip to Canada, but I failed to realize that she was going to Vancouver, and Vancouver and Montreal are two different places.

At today's failed attempts at studying for my ethnic studies quiz on Tuesday, I realize that I really don't know how to study. It was never really necessary for me all throughout middle school and high school. So now here I am, lacking any type of study skills.

I want to go thrifting for more winter jackets. San Francisco is wayyy too cold for me.

112809/early rising

Urban Outfitters after the morning rush, Ryan resting on scantily clad mannequin's shoulder.

Yesterday was probably the only day I would willingly wake up at 2am. It was weird waking up so early, considering I only went to bed a couple of hours earlier. I didn't even have morning breath yet.

So Urban was alright. The last time I saw so many irritating people all in one place was when I was in high school. It reminded me of how much I hated it there. I don't understand how these people do it, up at 4am in their cute fits, hair done nice with makeup on and errthang. And then there were people like me, hair messily tied and wearing a sweatshirt. I didn't even bother to put on my contacts. By the time it was 5am (opening time), there was a huge blob--not even a line--surrounding the entrance, me and Ryan somewhere in the middle of it all. Going into the store was like getting sucked into a black hole. Of course, I just went with the flow for fear of being trampled on. The lines were ridiculous, bitches were being pushy, and most everything was in some sort of disarray. Not to mention, I was undoubtedly malnourished and on the verge of fainting since I was running on three hours of sleep, half a piadinni and a white chocolate mocha from Starbucks, the only established restaurant open that early in the morning. These kids are crazy. I don't know how they do it.

There were some pretty good deals, although I'm still not done with my Christmas shopping. In fact, I feel a bit guilty for buying myself stuff. Went home around 9am because I couldn't take it anymore. Me and Ryan crashed on my couch for a bit before eating Thanksgiving leftovers. The rest of the day I either felt sleepy, hungry, or a combination of both. I closed my eyes to let them rest around 9pm, and I didn't open them again until this morning. Best day ever.

112609/blur

Devon's 1st birthday, adventures in threading, boo boo on my bed

My week so far has been pretty eventful. However, I still lack in the pictures department, so these few blurry, bad photos are all I have to show for it. You know, my New Year's resolution for 2009 was to take pictures of everything. I was going pretty strong until I broke my flash after dropping my camera about a hundred times. But this week was good, and I have my memories to back me up. I promise I'll be better at documenting everything from now on.

protest.

Because of budget cuts, class cuts, and fee hikes, pretty much every UC and CSU in the state has already had its share of rallies and strikes. I don't know if anyone else feels the way I do, but when I see chalk writings on all concrete surfaces imaginable telling me to go to the next rally to fight budget cuts, I can't help but roll my eyes. Sure, budget cuts at colleges are a serious issue--especially at SF State, have you seen the new schedules for next semester? I glanced at them and my first thought was, this cannot be all the available classes. But I seriously don't think these petty little rallies hold the answer to our problems. For one, most times we have to cut class--the thing we are fighting to maintain--to do them. Another good point is that these strikes aren't doing enough to make an impact. They are just a small irritance to those who are approving these budget cuts and fee hikes.

I think Adriel Luis of Illiteracy found a better way to solve our problems:

Organize a quarter-off. It will be the easiest revolution ever. Take a vacation. Get a job. Do something you’ve always wanted to do. Get away from school. You know how easy this will be to sell to other college students. You/Mom/Dad won’t have to pay ridiculous school fees. You won’t have to pay back student loans yet. You can earn extra money. You can organize an educational trip to Madrid or Paris or Argentina, etc. No midterms or finals. AND it’s for a cause??? Watch how quick those fees drop if you can convince even a quarter of those undergraduates how easy, beneficial, and personally advantageous taking a quarter off of school can be. They will start negotiating even if they catch word that you are actively organizing a college strike. A REAL strike. A strike that YOU can afford at this point of your life. They can’t. And that’s where your power lies. In the extreme case that this doesn’t work, you can and will go back or, if you really can’t afford it, drop out of UC Davis. But this is what the situation would have forced you to do anyways. There is no real loss for you.

If this was done on a wide enough scale, I could definitely see this working. Not only will it cause the system to lose money, this would show that the students are serious in their demands. The only thing is getting people on board. I myself would be hesitant to do this for a number of reasons. But could you imagine how successful this could be, if done right?

missing.

Okay, I seriously cannot find any of these things at my house no matter how hard I look. I keep thinking they will show up, but to no avail. So if you know where these things are, please let me know. I've been going crazy wondering why I can't find them:

• green knotted rosary
• gold gun silhouette necklace
• black ballet shoes
• silver butterfly ring
  

procrastinating like hell

Instead of focusing on my homework today, I: tried out some new things with the blog (currently still under construction cause I finally gave in and did my reading for philosophy), hungrily browsed through old posts of some of my favorite fashion blogs, checked facebook every five seconds without any intentions of doing anything on it, and replayed Eric and Vivian's cover of "Fallin' For You" a numerous amount of times.

Still trying to neglect doing anything productive by posting up pictures of pestering pigeons on Powell (actually, Union Square, but try saying that ten times fast) and listening to three different versions of MGMT's "Electric Feel" nonstop.

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"Back in the day, when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore but sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again."

Remember when we all had xangas, nd we all used to blog lyk dis? It's funny looking back at that kind of stuff, the beginning of life as it is now. The countless pictures snapped by Kristel and Vivian's cameras, the basketball court, CONCOORD. The gendercists, of which some have become dear, dear friends. And the izzles! I still can't believe I let anyone call me mizzle. HAHA. It's a wierd experience getting all sentimental about this now, especially since it's just Veteran's Day and nothing special pertaining to my friendships, but I never would've thought that I would still be so close to the people I met in the eighth grade. It wasn't expected, especially since someone told me that I would hang out with a whole new set of people in highschool. I think if we've made it this far, then these friendships will stand the test of time.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!