Day 91 of San Diego

I FINISHED MY STORY!!!! ITS A MASTERPIECE!!!! I actually smiled when I was done reading it over. I'm very proud of myself. :)

I posted it online for my co-students to read and provide feedback. I'm eager to see what they say.

Today was a decent day. I took a math test, feeling good about it, and once I was done, I turned it in to my math teacher and gave him a friendly handshake, wishing him good luck at Amazon. 

Philosophy wasn't too bad either! My teacher must've realized it was Friday and wanted to leave early. He sent us on our way about ten minutes before the class is supposed to end. Thanks for understanding our needs, philosophy teacher. We appreciate it. 

Now, I'm resting with Mason on IMVU while watching YouTube. 

In the meantime, look at my cat looking at you.

Day 90 of San Diego

Why do dreams make you exhausted? I thought I slept solidly last night, but it turns out I wake up feeling like pounded crap! 

I wonder if having active dreams (like, running or adventuring, etc.) will deceive your brain into thinking you actually did it in reality. Therefore, you wake up tired! 

That's why philosophy freaks me out because my teacher taught some pretty interesting notions on the fact of whether reality is reality or dreams are our reality. 

Mind-Rape. 

My day was okay... Until one of the guys I've known from a quarter ago decided to  judge my story I'm currently working on... He laughed at my ending. LAUGHED. I couldn't excuse myself because I was charging my phone. But I wanted to leave immediately. 

Guess who's not talking to him again? ME!

I always feel violated with that guy. He makes me feel as though I'm unintelligent... I won't know something he does know, and he gives me these raised eyebrow expressions. 

Like I said, the guy has been unfriended. 

Day 89 of San Diego

Let's be clear: I have bad news and I won't tell you at the end of this post. If that's frustrating to you and you're not ready for bad news, then please scroll down until finding a suitable place to start. :)

The bad news is... Mason might not be home until August. He was volunteered (he didn't volunteer himself, mind you. His name was randomly picked when nobody else volunteered) to participate in a facility that trains Marines to be prepared for combat. This program might begin in late March and won't end until August. The facility is thirty minutes south of his barracks. Mason doesn't know anything else about it. I felt a lightning bolt strike my heart once hearing the news... Mason and I are both crushed... Crushed is an understatement... We might go insane. We planned, since January, for him to take Leave on our third year anniversary/his 20th birthday and stay until a little after July 4th. Now, that might not happen.

If Mason won't be home for our anniversary/his birthday, it'll be the second year we spend it separated. I always despise spending Valentines Day, Christmas, my birthday, his birthday, our anniversary... pretty much EVERY SINGLE DAY without HIM by my FREAKIN' SIDE! And I mean LITERALLY!

It's a struggle... But I'll try not to freak out. That'll hurt my goal on staying positive.

The good news about the bad news is that Mason might still be able to communicate with me. Maybe not through IMVU, but definitely through texting and possible calling.

Anyway... My day was fine. I had an anxiety attack during Philosophy. It was so bad, I skipped English. The anxiety attack started after Mason told me he had bad news (and wanted to call me later to tell me) AND by remembering that I forgot to upload my comments to people's story's! I didn't even READ THEM, FOR CRUD'S SAKE!

We've been critiquing people's story's for almost a month now. I can't believe I had forgotten. Panicking over my grade lowering, I had to leave. I had to go home and do my homework and write my story and... CHILL.

My English teacher understood, I left for home, I finished some of my homework before going to therapy. Therapy released a lot of tension! I'm glad it's off of my chest. After therapy, I drove to Lincoln Park. I wanted to surround myself with nature; especially at a place that I deeply cared for in my heart.

I've decided to change my story to something I can easily write about without many people judging because it's not based on "fact." The story will be loosely based on Mason and I and our struggle with him being involved with the Marines. THAT'S ALL I'LL SHARE! EVERYTHING ELSE IS SECRET!

No stealing. :)

I'm proud of it so far. I want to continue and hopefully finish it before Feb/28th or March/1st. I need it posted by then on my English class's website for people to read and comment.

Again, WISH ME LUCK!

Cave Inn

"After two days of trekking and caving, we reached the first camp inside Hang Son Doong [mountain river cave], the world's largest cave," writes Your Shot contributor Ryan Deboodt. "The entire way, I was in awe of the scene unfolding in front of me. The atmosphere created by the clouds entering the cave from the first doline (opening in the cave ceiling) was surreal. I couldn't get over the fact that we would be camping at this most unique location and wanted to capture the feeling of having this at your doorstep." (By: Ryan Deboodt)

Day 88 of San Diego

I know.

I didn't write a post last night.

This morning, I figured that out.

WELL, I'M BACK AND HERE TO UPDATE YOU ON STUFF!

Considering Sunday was unfathomably terrible (please don't ask), I'm happy to say my days are looking up. I'm training my brain to act positively. I'm trying my best to watch my wording, control my emotions, and not judge. This goes for my thoughts, too. I believe in Karma. I believe if I think positively and act upon it, Karma won't take advantage. At least, the negative part of Karma.

On Monday, I was handed back my math quiz I took on Friday. To my surprise, I got a 100%. Thankfully, the questions I missed weren't too many points. In English, I participated in giving good feedback to the students that had a story due that day. I avoided giving negative feedback.

Today, I heard some interesting news. My math teacher put in an application for Amazon and was accepted. He leaves on March 3rd. The quarter doesn't even end there. Once he's gone, we'll be getting a new teacher. I'm hoping this new teacher will teach in the way my brain will understand. In a sense, I'm glad my current math teacher is leaving. The way he teaches my brain doesn't comprehend. In another sense, I'm going to kind of miss him. He is an energetic guy. He livens math. But I wish him luck on his next job.

Tonight, I'm slightly stressing over my short story project that's due on February 30th. I'm indecisive on how I want to write out my ideas into a story. I've written stories before abandoning them. Since I'm learning how to become more positive, I want to spread this positive aura even in my writing. I'm thinking of writing a comical story on Slender Man wanting to befriend humans. But I'm pressured by my fellow students. I don't agree with how they critique. I don't want them to say I was wrong because something sounded unrealistic when the story is fiction.

I'll try my best to avoid feeling pressured by the soon-to-come critiquing. It'll be a great way to prepare myself for society when I start publishing books.

I'll stay positive.

Send me happy thoughts!

  

Day 86 of San Diego

I had a mental breakdown today. 

It really bites the dust when people abuse your kindness. 

Why?...

Why do people have the desires to ruin other people's lives? Does it really make them feel better in the end? Or does it backfire in the future when they realized they were apart of that person's reason to commit suicide? Maybe they wouldn't even care? Or they would care, but not show it? What is their purpose??? To show-off? To look tough? To be cool? I'll never understand bullies... And I hope they understand that there is such a thing called Karma. 

Is that what happened to me today? Karma? Did I do something wrong in my life that made the gods angry? What? Maybe they should tell me first instead of acting like school girls on their periods, bursting their emotions all over people! That would reassure me! Warn me a bit before pushing me down in the dumps. 

Maybe I haven't seen the warnings? Maybe I've been unintentionally ignoring the gods's warnings... 

Maybe I just need to be nicer...

Or maybe I should be upfront. Maybe I should let people know how I feel. 

Or maybe I shouldn't deal with them at all?

I shouldn't worry about having friends. I have my bundle. I don't need anymore. Sure, if people want to be my friend, I'll consider it. But I won't get overly attached.

New rule in life people; if you've been hurt over and over like me, it's time to stop getting attached to people. You may never know what evil plan they're brewing until it strikes you down. 

You can show people that you respect them, but don't show them that you were hurt a multitude of times. And don't show them that you're suddenly attached. That's when the Dingo eats the baby.

Got it memorized? 

Day 85 of San Diego

I'm in love with Markiplier. 

NOT IN THAT WAY!

In a wow-this-guy-is-great way. 

I'm also "in love" with his two best friends, Bob and Wade (muyskerm and Lordminion777) They too have YouTube accounts. Please go check them out and support them. They definitely deserve it. :)

I've grown attached to these guys even more so while watching the Farewell Livestream today. It started at 9:30 AM and ended at 9 PM. I watched it from the beginning to the end. The reason why it was called the "Farewell Livestream" is because Mark is leaving to L.A., California. He currently lives in Cincinnati. His friend Wade lives there and Bob used to live there but has moved to another state. Mark has been in Cincinnati his entire life. 

As Mark was wrapping up, he got upset. When he got upset, I got upset. And when I got upset, Wade and Bob started getting upset. And by upset, I mean teary eyed and choked up. It was an emotionally real experience with them considering it was live. I'm happy I joined the Livestream. I've never witnessed one until today. I can't wait to see one again of Markiplier, Wade and Bob. 

Thanks guys for being apart of our lives. You've helped us out through thick and thin. Whenever I'm down, I know you guys can cheer me up. Please keep up the great work. Love you guys. <3

To end this, I'm posting an awesome picture of Indigo chilling on my laptop. It's something cool, right? Makes sense, right? 

Day 84 of San Diego

So many great movies!!! I'm glad mom brought back the Pay Per View channels. Just in time before the movies turn into repeats or crappy ones that are from Netflix. 

Excluding my math test (in which I'm sure I did awful on since I asked my previous math teacher about the questions I struggled with and if I got the correct answers... And I didn't), my day wasn't too shabby. After school, I signed up for TRiO; a first generation student program that helps students with what classes they should take each quarter and what degree they should think in accomplishing. My previous math teacher introduced it to me (since she cares about me that much) and I'm happy she did. :) Now I won't have to struggle on what I want to do. 

The bummer is... I can't stay at Bellevue to get my BA. I have to go to a four year, like Western. I would LOVE to go to Western... but I would have to live in a dorm or an apartment by myself... I don't think I'm ready for that. 

I don't know if there's a nice four year where I live. 

I guess I'll take my chances and sacrifice being close to home. Dammit, college... 

Right now, I'm chatting with Mason. 

I also would like to share a spooky, yet interesting, fact about the quietest room in the world. You read that right. Check it:

Day 83 of San Diego

Oh for the unheard love for math... I have a math test tomorrow... Guess what's on it? HELL IF I KNOW! You know why? Because the teacher doesn't tell you...

I was cool with my 27 year old math teacher once. Once. Now I'm starting to learn that without homework, I don't get a second chance at bringing up my grade. But who in the Heavens wants to do book work that doesn't constitute to their grade????? NOT ME! The Hell with math... 

Other than that, my day started out tiresome. I woke up feeling fatigued as if I didn't sleep a wink. I don't know what happened over the night! I went to sleep early; ten! I did dream a lot... Maybe I was tossing and turning without realizing it? 

Well, I ate a bunch during lunch. That helped. Then I came home and slept for an hour before going to therapy. That helped a ton, too. 

Hey. Ever seen a Parakeet upside down? Now you do: (This is exactly how I'm ending this post)

Day 82 of San Diego

Screw my school day. That was hectic! 

I came home and watched one of the best biographies I have ever seen... Behind The Candelabra. I didn't know much of Liberace. I knew he was a famous pianist, and I'm sure I knew he was gay, but I didn't take in any other interests of him. I put him in the back of my mind for safe keeping since I knew he was famous and people might talk about him. Yet after I watched Behind The Candelabra and enveloped myself with Liberace and Scott's lives together, I was blown away. I couldn't believe Damien and Douglas did such an absolute fabulous job in performing. Sure, it's a little awkward seeing two perfectly straight men have intercourse in the butt, but still! That's what acting's all about - believing and imagining what the actors can pull off on stage. 

I loved the movie. I didn't want it to end. However, when the end came (no spoiling!) I was heartbroken. Like, what the producer did to express Scott's moment in time was astonishing and touching and Scott's feelings became my own... Emotional sensation swirled with complete awe. 

Thank you, whoever you are who thought up this film, for putting it together and sharing it with us lesser talented people (Haha)

I recommend EVERYONE to see it. 

Day 81 of San Diego

The beginning of my day was utter CRAP. I bombed ANOTHER math test... I don't get it... Why would a teacher only have tests as to what determined your grade? Do you people think that's fair? I DON'T BECAUSE I SUCK AT TAKING TESTS! I can't say if I have test anxiety, but the fact that I can't check if my work is correct REALLY bothers me.

Yea, I think that's test anxiety.

Oh well.

I also bombed a Philosophy test. 5/10! What kind of crap is that?! AND I HAD MY NOTES! I practically cheated and I got that low of a score! THANKS, COLLEGE!

I don't know what I'm doing wrong, people. Maybe my brain knows that I despise this quarter. The only class I semi-enjoy is my English class. Crazy, right? And I usually complain about that one the most. Well, my math has nothing spectacular going on and neither does my Philosophy class. SO... Kind of makes sense, right?

Alright, I'm about to pass out face-first into my laptop. Today... I've been nonstop working... Holy... Grail...

See you tomorrow!

Day 80 of San Diego

I didn't have school today! I don't think it was because of Presidents Day, but there was supposedly a teacher conference. Well! Lucky me! I got to do NOTHING again!

Mom just got home. She's taking a break from her crappy situation in Canada. The customer's have no sense of direction, yet they're diving in anyway. And guess who has to herd the cattle? My mom. Poor woman works her ass off. She needs a dire raise. She goes back to Canada tomorrow. 

In two days, my group story project is due. I don't know if I've been babbling about it, but for a month now, my group and I were working on characters and a setting to write for four individual stories. The last guy in our group to post a character JUST POSTED ONE TODAY! Now I'm going to have to pretty much bullsh** the entire story... which I hate doing. I like to take my TIME! However, I don't have enough. 

In that case, I'm going to do exactly what Fluffy's doing in this picture: sleep. I'll need the rest...

Day 79 of Sam Diego

I'd like to start having Angel sleep inside the house as often as possible. But we need to have a new system - with a doggy door yet keeping the cats in a designated area during the night so they don't escape. 

Lately, we've been having terrible storms; windy storms with endless buckets of rain. I'm sure Angel is scared... I am, too. And I'm sure without Benny, it's harder on her. 

My day wasn't bad. I saw The Lego Movie today with grandma J and Jaylee. The movie was better than I expected. It was outrageously hilarious. It's rated 8.6/10 on IMDb. That means... it's an awesome movie. And it was! I'm glad I didn't underestimate it too much or I would've skipped seeing it with grandma and my cousin. 

When I came home, I zoned out on my computer. Dad came back from a marathon and chilled out with me. Now, I'm about ready to fall asleep, hoping Angel can forgive us in not bringing her inside, and that she can finally get some rest though the wind keeps blowing and the rain keeps pouring. 

Goodnight. 

Day 78 of San Diego

Dear Depression,

Why do you suck balls? And by balls, I mean old, smelly, saggy, wrinkly balls. The kind of balls you never want to experience in your sex life. The kind of balls that children definitely don't want to play with. The kind of balls... my depression sucks. 

I'll be as happy as a peach until becoming as sour as a lemon in a snap. I'll tell people, "I'm happy!" as I'm bawling my eyes out. I'll feel like my body is about to scrunch up into a prune unexpectedly. I'll ruin people's day with my depression. And furthermore, it sucks balls. 

I know my boyfriend's tired of it. I know society is sick of it. And I know I want to stab it in the jugular. But I can't! That's the disappointing point. Ah! Tables have turned, though! What if I took pills? No thank you... What if I exercised more? Tell the rain to bugger off. What if I went to therapy more? ... I like that. 

I'll keep up therapy. I'll try my hardest to keep what I want off of my chest on my chest until I visit my therapist. 

I know Mason likes it when I express to him how I feel, but that stuff usually ends in cold shoulders and sleepless nights. 

Therapy! Here I come! A lot.

So, depression, if you don't mind settling down, I would truly appreciate it. Thank you. 

- Sincerely, the human you reside in.

I'm also on my period... Does that count as an excuse?

Anyway... My day was fine. Dad and I went to Duke's Chowder House for dinner. I ordered the Lobster Padorn(?) chowder. That was fiesta in my mouth. Then, we came home and stayed inside while the wind blew and the rain poured. 

Here's a picture of my grub. Excuse the half eaten Lobster Padorn(?). I was too excited to eat it instead of taking a picture of it.

Day 77 of San Diego

My Valentine's Day wasn't bad. Honest! I had a decent Valentine's Day considering I wasn't able to spend it physically with my hubby. There's always years to come for that. <3

However, my hubby bought me things. Lindt chocolates, assorted chocolates (with an added teddy bear) and Poe. THANK YOU HONEY! The best man I could have ever asked for.

Hardly anyone was carrying anything around on campus. I saw one girl holding a rose. I'm thinking this dude, who was talking to her as she held the flower, gave it to her. He was dressed up sharp! He actually looked just like Muhammad Ali! Not only his facial features, but also by what he wore; white dress shirt, black bow tie, black dress pants with black overall straps and black dress shoes. It was nice!

Other than that, I came home, played on my computer and watched Brain Games.

That was my Valentine's Day. How was yours?

Shades of Red

Umbrellas shade novice monks at a pagoda in Mandalay, Myanmar (Burma). "It was a fine day, with sunny weather," writes Caruso Furyk, who submitted this picture to our Your Shot community. (By: Caruso Furyk)

Day 76 of San Diego

Umm... Yea. Tomorrow's Valentines Day... I wish my valentine was with me, but he's two states down. Doing his Marine duty! 

I hope tomorrow my college won't be filled with ogled eyed people making out while holding on to giant stuffed animals that have "I love you" written on them and chocolates and balloons... You get the gist. I only despise it at school because... I feel lonely. Everyone ELSE has their valentine besides me! 

At least I got a gift from Mason! He bought me this big, stuffed Panda bear, holding a heart that says "I love you." I named him Poe, after Jack Black's character in Kung-Fu Panda. <3

 

Day 75 of San Diego

Not much to tell about today... It was long and I hated everyone in each class... I just wanted to tell them off. They're too cocky - they think they can say anything without getting in trouble; which usually is the case! Such as my 27 year old math teacher. He gets smart with people. I think it provokes students to get just as smart, if you know what I mean. 

When I got home, my phone case finally arrived! It's a Seahawks phone case, of course. I was hoping to buy one that showed off my phone's base color, which is a gold, yet that's alright. I'm glad I got a hold of this cover! It was the last one on the market. 

GO HAWKS!

Day 74 of San Diego

Rain drops keep falling on my head.

Currently, it's raining like crazy. Sounds like a storm is brewing. Wind is picking up and the rain drops sound voluptuous. If the power goes out, I don't know how I'll handle it since it is nighttime and I prefer light at night. However, if the power does go out... does that mean I don't have to go to school tomorrow? Oh, the sacrifices I'm willing to take to not go to school!

Today, I saw my previous math teacher from the start of my college days to last quarter. Ironically, I decided to take a different route to the parking lots. And there she was! Walking towards the cafeteria! I yelled, "Maulik!" and she jumped. I don't think she saw me though I waved at her from three feet away. I got a hug from her, which was fabulous because I needed a hug today. We talked about math and about how I was doing, etc. She's such a great math teacher, one of the few who can teach me math without me hating it to the core. I also understand her teaching style. Not many people can teach me in a way where I would understand it. After we were done talking, we gave each other another hug before parting. It put a well-deserved smile on my face once seeing her.

When I got home, I relaxed. I'm very tired... Again my sleep is terrible... I don't know what to do with my depression! Take anti-depressants? Visit my therapist more often? ...

Too many questions and not enough answers.

Masai Moment

Your Shot contributor Bjorn Persson counts this picture of a baby baboon in Kenya's Masai Mara National Reserve as a personal favorite. "It was one of those rare moments where everything just clicked," including light, eye contact, and perspective, Persson says.

"We were out on safari one late evening, and suddenly we were surrounded by what felt like hundreds of baboons. They were all around us, acting very curious, and after a few minutes I discovered this little newborn looking out from its mother's safe bosom. For a long time we made eye contact, and after a while I realized that it wasn't me studying him, it was him studying me." (By: Bjorn Persson)

Day 73 of San Diego

Snow's gone.

My day was too long... And pressuring. I despise the students in my English class. At least, most. They don't know how to critic something without being blatantly rude... Especially those who say, "I wish you did more of this, because I like it that way, instead of that." Ruffles my feathers... 

I wish only the teacher would read my story and let her critic it... I feel she's more professional on things than a student could ever be. 

Anyway... Like I said, my day was long... 

Lately, my days have been straining with Mason. We've been bickering a bit. About stupid things, of course. I don't know what to say to him anymore. Maybe I'll get things off of my chest in therapy on Thursday. I hope she can help...

Hey, on a brighter note, anybody see the new BMW i8? That's my new logical dream car. My fantasy dream car will forever be the Ferrari. But the BMW i8... I could get that... After 50 years of saving up. $135 grand? Sounds about right. 

Day 72 of San Diego

You know... 

I don't have anything to say about today.

I'm just mad.

I'm mad at men.

With this, I'm ending the post here. Let me show you some cute snow pictures first, though. They'll probably be the last since the snow seems to be going away quick.

Day 71 of San Diego

IT'S SNOWING!!!!!

It'll keep snowing throughout the night until tomorrow afternoon. It's possibly going to turn into rain, which blows, so I'm planning on getting up early and reminiscing it's existence before it's washed away.

However, snow also makes me sad... All the couples come out to play in it. And here I am, a lonely Ginger wanting to play in the snow, too, but not by myself. Because EVERYWHERE I'D TURN, everyone is kissing or holding hands or cuddling or all of the above. 

Thanks, Life. You're swell. 

I have tons of homework to do tomorrow as well. I should've done some homework today but... why? It's Saturday! I have one more day before the due date! COME ON! I'm an original procrastinator! 

Anyway... I'm glad it snowed. But I'm unhappy that I can't spend time in it with Mason.

 

Day 70 of San Diego

Blogger app is freaking out. I'll make this post quick. 

I'm also ungodly tired... to the point I want to smash my face into something out of rage. 

I didn't sleep well last night. I had two awful nightmares and one super cool dream. The super cool dream was meeting the old aged Ip Man. 

But my nightmares were about death.

The first one was about Benny. In the beginning, he looked healthy. Yet as time progressed, he started to have seizures. He was in horrible pain and I couldn't do anything; just comfort him. I woke up before anything else happened. 

The second nightmare was about my entire family dying through a plane crash. I watched the plane nosedive into the ground, exploding. The rest of the dream had me telling everyone that I had no family. 

Today was alright. Lonely. I missed Mason. He was busy playing video games and didn't want to hang out with me on IMVU because he didn't want his roommate seeing what we were talking about... 

Right now, Mason and I are Skyping. I should get back to him before I pass out... Goodnight. 

Day 69 of San Diego

You readers are probably like, "Oh no. Payton's going to complain about her day at school."

GUESS AGAIN, SUCKERS!!!!!!

I'm joking, I'M JOKING! You guys don't suck!

But I did not have school today. Something about a conference or what have you.

Oh well. It was a day off from Philosophy boring me to DEATH!

My day was relaxing. You know what I did on my relaxing day? Nothing! Isn't that splendid?

Now I'm being cursed menacingly by those who had to work or go to school today...

I LOVE YOU!!!!!1123

Good enough? :)

Seriously guys, I'm glad I got another day off. School just isn't doing it for me this quarter. I think Philosophy is sucking the life out of me. Like a school girl on summer break slurping down a Slurpee. THERE GOES MY JOY! Up the tube and out the crap hole.

Tomorrow IS Friday, though. That's pretty joyous. I'll be home by one o'clock and the weekend will be FLAVOROUS!

Flavorous isn't a real word. I just made it up to describe this weekend. Couldn't think of a real word that could describe this weekend... so... I ended up with that.

:)

Stay flavorous, my friends.

Top of the World

Norway's 63,000-mile coastline boasts otherworldly fjords, bays, and islands. Here, the towering peaks of Norway’s Lofoten Islands make Kirkefjorden seem a world unto itself. (By: Orsolya Haarberg)

Day 68 of San Diego

Guess who skipped school to see the parade?

I did!

I knew my mom would appreciate it and I knew it would've brighten my day. 

Mom and I were front row on the street two blocks down from where the parade began. We stood in the frigid 20 degree weather for two hours. I haven't been that cold in my entire existence of living. 

But it was worth it.

Not only did we meet an awesome couple, but we took some awesome pictures of the Seahawks coming down 4th Ave. 

Here's the best of my large collection: 

Day 67 of San Diego

Should I go to the Super Bowl: Welcoming Back the Seahawks to Seattle parade? Or should I NOT go to the Super Bowl: Welcoming Back the Seahawks to Seattle parade? That... is the question. And it's a stubborn question, too. Usually, I would say "F it" and do what would make me happy... Yet Philosophy is very demanding. Today I asked my Philosophy teacher if it would be okay to skip tomorrow for the parade. I didn't even MENTION the parade to him and he asked, "Is it because of the parade?" I smiled and he smiled back. He knows what's up and I'm sure he knows he probably won't have a full class tomorrow. But he told me that it wouldn't be a good idea that I skipped tomorrow. However, I didn't hear what he was mumbling about on why it wouldn't be such a good idea. I know it wouldn't be a good idea in the sense of missing a few key notes. But I guess there's an assignment that's due some time soon with tomorrow's notes being important for the assignment.

The thing is... each person I walked by today on campus was talking about going to the parade.

I highly doubt there'll be many people on campus tomorrow.

You know? I should skip... I respect my Philosophy teacher in advising me not to skip tomorrow, but I have an A- in that class... I'm assuming the assignment he was gibbering about was a three point assignment due tomorrow. AND if I have time to get the assignment done, I could read other people's answers to see what I need to answer and how to answer it. Ta-Da!

I'm tired of being the nerd and sacrificing my happiness for elaborate study time in which I don't even need.

I've been snatching up great grades since the beginning of my college days. I think it's about time I go out in the world and snatch up a bit of joy.

Besides, if I missed tomorrow, I would've only missed two days of class since January 1st.

A Winter Walk

While walking in the countryside "enjoying the air, sounds, and colors of winter," Your Shot contributor Marisela Murcia Navarro suddenly caught this sight. "I stopped and felt that nature had given me a gift," she says. A native of Spain, Murcia had been visiting her father's region of Manchuela in Castile-La Mancha and, during long walks with camera in hand, found "scenes that seemed out of the pages of a story." (By: Marisela Murcia)

Day 66 of San Diego

I decked out in Seahawks gear today. I think I was the only one who did... Not a lot of people were wearing head-to-toe Seahawks colors. I guess all of the super fans skipped school to party. I don't blame them. 

I'm really tired. I need to take a nap some time soon or else I'm going to catch the Flu and REALLY wish I had taken a nap in between school and goofing off. 

But honestly, I'd rather be tired than give up what I dealt with over the weekend. Talk about living it up! 

Day 65 of San Diego

SEAHAWKS!!!! SEAHAWKS!!!!! WE KILLED THE BRONCOS!!!! THANK YOU PEYTON FOR LETTING US WIN!!!!!!!!

WE

ARE

SUPER BOWL

CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

38 YEARS, WE DESERVE THIS!!!!!!!

WE LOVE YOU SEAHAWKS!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS!!!! BUT YOU DID IT!!! I KNEW YOU WOULD!!!!!

12TH MAN!!!! CELEBRATE!!!!

43-8!!!!!

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

Day 64 of San Diego

If I don't write this post now, I'm down for the count.

Do I have words to describe this long day? No. All I can say is "you have no idea."

Bryndis and I woke up at 8:30 to get ready. I Steampunk'd out and so did Bryn. We drove to Everette's Historical Theater, found an awesome parking spot, waited in the car for 30 minutes, anticipating the moment for the theater doors to open!

Turns out, we were in the wrong area... They moved it to The Holiday Inn, a mile away from the theater. We heard the news from another group who happened to be waiting with us by the theater doors when we thought it was time to check in. But, nope. So, in desperation, Bryn and I speed walked there. We totally ignored the vehicle transport we had 30 feet beside us. We wanted to like... teleport of SOMETHING! 

Once arriving to the hotel, we were bombarded by tons of Steam Powered Giraffe fans. A long line down a hallway told us that that was where we needed to go for photos with the band members. 

However, we couldn't purchase tickets online because they were sold out.

We asked people where they bought their tickets. They all answered, "Online." I couldn't believe it. I was panicking. I wanted us to get pictures with everybody! 

Finally, I found the lady who sold tickets by hand. No robot photo tickets were available. Terribly bummed, Bryn and I went to a Denny's across the way. Bryn had a chilled coffee as I bitched about not being able to have a picture with the robot group of the band...

Yet I prayed for their autographs - for everyone's autograph! 

Going back in line, waiting for 12:30 to strike (which was in 30 minutes), we met a group of people who were waiting in line for autograph's, too. We befriended each other and, with incredibly luck, we were the first people to get autographs. Though we were in a long line of people, most of the line (that was in front of us) was for photos. 

While waiting, we met a few band members. One was Matt (the drummer) and the other was Michael (the pianist and guitar player) We got pictures with them AND even got to chat with them for a great amount of time. Matt and I talked about football while Michael made sure we were happy. We saw another band member, Steve (the technician), but didn't get a picture with him. He was getting mauled by everyone else and it seemed frustrating for him. So, I waited for him to come to us like Mike and Matt did. Sadly, that didn't occur. Oh well! 

Our friendly group we befriended said Matt was flirting with me and Bryn while we talked about sports. Haha, oh how cute. I'm sure I blushed multiple times when talking to Matt and Mike. 

At around 1, we still were in line. Suddenly, the doors to the photo room opened and OUT CAME THE ROBOTS!!! Hatchworth was PUMPED to see everyone, Spine and Rabbit were a little tense; they probably didn't want to get tackled by crazy fan girls. 

By the way, Rabbit looks dashing. My crush on her/him has doubled. Haha. 

Even though she/he wore a dress and long hair. And considers himself a girl. 

Who cares? I LOVE YOU, RABBIT! <3

At 1:30, the time came for us to get our autographs. I thought I was about to faint. I kept hopping up and down, squealing. I had to tell myself, "Two feet on the ground!" 

I bought Bryn and I some pictures of the band members for them to autograph. It cost all of the money I had. I'm glad I grabbed an extra $20.

Matt was first. He was surely happy to see us again. Next was Hatchworth. He wasn't even in character! I mean, don't get me wrong, everyone was dressed up, but Hatchworth and Spine were the only guys out of character. Rabbit was in FULL character. After Hatchworth came Michael. Now, Michael has this way of talking to you to the point of you hoping you don't melt in your shoes. He looks you in the eyes, talks to you with his velvety soft voice, writes his signature, and lets you on your way, thinking about how much you suddenly love him. Very suave. Next was Rabbit. In full character, she stuttered as if she was malfunctioning, she made squeaking noises when she moved, and she moved the way a robot would generally move!!! I told her she looked marvelous. In her stuttering way, she said, "Why thank you." The last person was Spine. Bryn almost started to cry. She adores Spine. She even made him LAUGH! He said her outfit made her look dapper. Bryn got red in the face. When I came up to Spine, we joked around about whether he needed to be in character or not. He looked over at Hatchworth and said, "I don't even know if Hatchworth is in character" and gave out a sweet chuckle. Spine signed my autograph, I shook his hand, and told him I'd see him at the show. He perked up when I said that and told me that sounded great. 

The concert didn't happen until 7. So, Bryn and I decided to go bowling! We went to her house first to eat before bowling. Once energized, we found the bowling alley and bowled for an hour. Afterwards, we drove to the Everette theater for the concert. Waiting inside the theater was hectic. Too many people crammed in an ancient, tiny theater. Well, while we waited, we found our autograph group and stuck with them. As we did, we saw Michael again! He hung out with him, talked story, before he payed attention to me. He saw I bought popcorn and asks, "May I take a specific piece of popcorn?" I answered, "You can take a specific piece of popcorn in which will be yours." He grabs a piece, says thank you, when I said, "Wait. I wanted that one" while pointing at the piece of popcorn he held. He says, "Really?" I laughed and said no as he popped the piece in his mouth. After that, he had to go. 

The concert was SUPERB like last year's performance. Rabbit was... just... she did a fine job after what all happened. I'm proud of her. And I'm glad she didn't ruin the band. Haha! 

Everybody else was absolutely awesome. I can't get enough of their jokes, their songs, and their outfits. Too cool for school. 

Since Bryn and I were VIP, we figured we would be able to go backstage and see the band again.

Nope. Didn't happen. 

We were JIPPED! The band didn't want chaos like how it supposedly occurred last year. Well, that's why you don't have 200 people buy VIP tickets!!! It's supposed to be rare!!! Oh well. I can't get mad. The group is only four years old. What can you do? Just keep supporting them is what I'll do. 

Bryn and I are now at her house, resting in bed. We're EXHAUSTED. This day has been a really, really long Saturday. But I shall never ever regret it. 

I LOVE YOU SPG!!!!!!! I'll see you next time!!! <3!