Aw and Ew

We had the cutest day yesterday in Santa Cruz. We made a little picnic lunch and went up along the cliffs to Natural Bridges Beach, found a nice non-windy spot away from people and for a few hours just relaxed and talked and munched. We chased down a duck and her itty bitty baby ducks, trying to feed them crackers as they swam desperately away from us 2 scary monsters apparently. The Boardwalk was really fun too...not too crowded and not too cold. Bumper Cars ranked pretty high up there due to the fact that everytime I bumped into this little boy he would turn around with this look of surprise and then give me a dirty look. I thought by the third time or so he would get over the initial shock but no...and to look back and see my guy with his evil kinevil look trying to come bump me was too much. I think that was just the cutest date I have had in a long time.

On the ew side however, my roommate found where the flies are coming from. The pipe behind the toilet has a hole around it where it goes into the wall and they have been crawling out through there...hence after she sprayed the evil temple of the flies about 30 came crawling out and died on the floor. Thank god it isn't in my bathroom.This goes back to the theory that something is dead in the attic or wall and the mother of all flies laid eggs in it. She plugged up the hole in her bathroom and I am hoping called the landlord so we can have someone come take care of the dead thing wherever it is. I just don't want them finding a new way into the house. How disgusting huh? And these aren't tiny little flies. They are horseflies about the size of a quarter and buzz very nosily and scarily, not to mention they may or may not sting according to my roommate.

Huh?

Randoms......I saw Minority Report and Bourne Identity...both were rather good and will probably be added to the DVD collection when released. I think Minority was a little long and semi-drab to look at for lack of color...I really want to see The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys and Eight Legged Freaks though...

The boy and I are going to Santa Cruz tomorrow...50cent night at the Boardwalk was too appealing to pass up and I don't think I have been to the Boardwalk for 5 or 6 years. Not to mention both of us are jobless and have the time to run around and have fun in the sun while the money keeps dwindling away.

And to prove once again that I don't learn a lesson, I was out swimming on Saturday and rinsed all my sunblock off because my front side is now beet red and stingy. On top of me deciding to dye my hair red I now look like a big goofy tomato.

Speaking of goofy, I have been hanging out with Maria and have been cracking up every time I remember all the little side jokes we have going. I could list and explain but somehow without the context I don't see any justice being done so I will save those for now.
And in honor of Homer J Simpson I have decided my official rebel song is Uptown Girl.....ha ha ha....

Venting

Maybe when people say you shouldn't live with your best friend (of 9 years) they are onto something. The latest drama deals with my new guy. As in she doesn't like that he comes over and has now instituted a quiet after 10 rule. I am surprised it isn't a lights out rule. She complains that the talking and tv bother her and any other noise she might have heard. I suppose I can understand trying to keep it down but that is what we have been doing and she keeps complaining. Says it isn't fair that she has work in the morning and we keep her up. He offered to buy her a white noise machine (tis whirring thing that drowns out noise and helps people sleep) and I offered ear plugs to both she refused.

The thing is that her bf has his own place and while that is great that he NEVER comes here and she is there 3-4 nights a week, I think she wouldn't follow her own rule if he was over or they break up and someone new comes over here. My guy is almost an hour away in Berkeley so it isn't like I can go to his place every single time.

First thing this morning I get an email from her asking if he is staying the night tomorrow. She has been really anti social lately and elusive. Not to mention rude to my guy and my friends the last few times she has been social. I really don't know how to handle all this because it seems there is no pleasing her and I don't think it is fair I can't do what I want in my room. I pay equal rent. I know I need to talk to her about the rude comments lately because it embarrasses me and reflects back on me that I keep company like her. Normally when it is just her and I she is much more likable. I am just thinking that this guy is someone I would hope I will be seeing for quite some time and this issue isn't looking like its going to go away. Sigh......I feel like I have been reduced to a bad soap opera drama.

Lobster girl

So going to L.A. with my parents was weird. They are scared of traffic and just were annoyed and on edge the whole time. And Disney was packed which I am not used to since I normally go in the off season. And also there should be no children under 5 or children in strollers at Disneyland. Mothers obliviously wander around ramming peoples shins and ankles and should not have had children in the first place if they lack the common sense to watch where they are going. Besides I have no memories before I was 5 years old so parents aren't really obligated to do anything cool with kids til then....okay maybe that is a stretch but it sure would save money. Also Disneyland is very clean since the little litter scooper people run around all day making sure everything is spakly and the bathrooms are even impressively clean.

In other news, MTV recently shocked me with a decent line up of videos all at once. I got to see Miss Kelly Osbourne prance around , Eminem who I must admit I really am addicted to his new song, Days Go By with the awesome breakdancing guy and Moby's new one....Not a trace of Shakira! Whoo-hoo! I am really digging the new Corn Pops commercial with all the multiplying happy dancing cartoony guys. It is just too adorable.

Just saw Say Anything for the first time and have fallen in love all over again with John Cusack. I used to think Better Off Dead was my favorite but not anymore. Lloyd can come pursue this nerdy girl anytime he wants. I am not exactly sure how I had never seen it before, considering I am a big fan of cheesy 80s movies.

And sunburns suck. Especially non even ones that leave funny tans afterward. Like the circle where my bathing suit had a ring and the sun seeped in. My front side is still white while my back, arms and thighs are bright red. I will not being going out in public anytime soon.

Saturday wait, Sunday always comes too late

It is almost 1 in the afternoon and I have been sitting around in my underwear all day watching movies. I feel a little bit guilty of being lazy and needing to get a job. Yes still. Don't you wish you were me? Er....um.....maybe not...
I stayed at the boys place a few nights and think I am developing quite the sweet tooth for him. Or maybe its the delerium that ensues after getting almost zero sleep. I seemed to have forgotten how much I love this beginning stage when you stay up all night talking and giggling and watching cheesy movies.
I am also super duper excited about next week. I am driving to Yosemite to my parents monday and then tuesday-thursday we are going down to L.A. to see my psuedo sister and go to Disneyland. And friday when I come home I am going up to see Dealership play in the city.
Things with the roommates are a bit tying lately. I love living here but I am feeling like I need some alone time and somehow holing up in my room seems like it shouldn't be necessary. It is just that when my door is open I somehow end up having two people lying around my room and I can't really do what I want to do. The getaway is much needed. Oh yah...did I metion Disneyland???

Out of Control

So Saturday night I wandered over to Berkeley for a house party of a friend of a friend. (Technically it was almost a wake for this girl's cat who just passed away that she had for 19 yrs and only had 3 legs(sad and crazy.) Anyway it was a small fun little gathering, good food and drinks, music and conversation. Well there happened to be a neighbor of the crazy sort there. This girl had on her nice black shirt and skirt with running shoes. The girl was prepared to get her groove on and after drink 4 things started to get funky. Her and her male friend she invited kept busting out in an irish jig to 80s music. Then they started getting rather frisky, as in her moving his hand from her hip to her chest and he was going to town on her neck. She somehow got the idea that if she tried to get up on the rest of us we would give her dollars so she tucked the bottom of her shirt into the top, making a tiny little top and proceeded to grind her pelvis on anything moving or not moving in the room. It soon became a game where anywhere she went, everyone would migrate to the opposite room. I was attacked in the kitchen with a seductive hug and brush of hair followed by tummy rubbing before I could slide away to the living room. Another girl at the party as not so fortunate. Innocently sitting on the couch, the crazy girl cozied up to her and laid her head on her shoulder, rubbed her arm and then put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her thighs...innocent girl took quickly to the kitchen. After drink 6, crazy girl decided to take irish jig boy somewhere more private, apologizing if she went to far to most people there. It was a relief when she left but somehow I don't think I have giggled that uncontrollably and that hard for quite some time.