Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Mail Thief Strikes

My friend, Joshua, sent me a letter from Santa Barbara some time during finals week, only he forgot to put a stamp on it so it got sent back to him. I told him to mail it to my house so I would get it back from vacation.
Today, I found the letter, ripped apart and open. I figured it was because it got messed up in the mail. I began to read his letter and I found out that there was a UCSB sticker and a pin in it for me. Someone STOLE them. Someone stole my awesome sticker and pin. I am sad.

Home...

...is very strange. I don't know what else to say. Currently I'm annoyed by everyone and anyone. I really just want to go crawl into a hole. I miss him. I want to be left alone, but that's probably the worst idea, ever.
Help keep me busy, plz?

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Snow

There is LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of snow right now in Vancouver. Brad, Mike, Lacey & I went frolicking last night. It was fun and it kept snowing. It warmed up slightly, so now instead of snow falling, it's freezing rain. As a result, all Alaskan Airline/Horizon flights have been canceled out of PDX today. It's supposed to snow/freezing rain tomorrow too, and I'm not sure about Tuesday.
But maybe with luck, I'll have to spend Christmas with my white family.
Hope everyone's break is going well.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Hahaha

Last night was really interesting, to say the very least. I fucking love Jager. It also makes me very, very angry.
Anyway, today, Brad and I woke up at Nick's to an empty house after a lot of phone ringing. Then we left and went home. We were going to go shopping, but Brad's aunt, Kari, called and wants us to go skiing/snowboarding with her. So we are going to do that! Hopefully, Tony, Brad's dad, wants to go and drive us in his truck. Apparently they have 30 something inches of fresh powder at Ski Bowl or whatever. I'm excited :) Also, it's been snowing. A lot!!! Brad tried to do a cookie last night and it was kind of cool/scary, and then he hit a curb and got curb rash on his tire. I'm going to make him teach me how. Too bad I won't be able to put my cookie skills to use in Cupertino because there's no legit snow or ice.
Then we're going to go shopping in Portland at Saturday Market where our friend, Spoon, is, the Washington Square Mall, the Nike Factory Outlet, and some other places on Sunday.
Coolsies.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Hello from Washington!

I'm in Washington right now. Yay! :) I flew out of the Norman Y. Mineta International airport yesterday at six in the morning after getting no sleep. I watched "Enchanted" on my Zune on the way there, but I didn't get to finish it since the movie is longer than the flightI think I annoyed the person in the seat next to me by squealing extremely and being a girl. It is very cute, so far. I will make Brad watch it with me.
Yesterday, I put up Christmas decorations with Brad's mom, even though Brad's brother & dad are trying to cancel Christmas. I also went to Steve and Barry's and bought Nicole an $8 Coors Light sweatshirt since she is a shitty beer lover.
Today, we were supposed to go to Saturday Market, but we slept in for another two hours and then it was kind of late. I played Harvest Moon on Mikle's DS, and it's very addicting. Then Rhonda summoned me to make cookies, so we made awesome cookies! Tonight, we are going to go see "Zack and Miri Make a Porno". Maybe with Dustin and Anna, but I have a feeling that they're going to flake out.
Tomorrow, we are going to go to Saturday Market for reals to see our friend, Spoon. Then we are going to go get a Christmas tree! I am very excited and I get to shit Christmas everywhere. Also, it's supposed to SNOW TOMORROW. I AM EVEN MORE EXCITED FOR THIS. Apparently we are supposed to build forts because there will be enough snow for fort building. I am excited!!!!!!
Anyway, good luck on finals for those who have finals! I am going to eat nachos.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Rambles

I'm on the verge of finishing my first quarter at UCSC. I've been waiting all week for my first, and last final for this year. It's kind of strange.
There are only three people left in my apartment now, including myself. I'm surprisingly all packed, but I'm not ready for my final? I think I'll be okay once I take it though.
Today has been a roller coaster of stress with trying to pack not only for home, but for Washington as well. My suitcase is completely overstuffed with all the stuff I wear, stuff I might wear, toiletries, shoes, random things I might need. It's really strange.
There's a strange empty feeling here now, but I'm kind of really excited to go home. I am fully aware of the fact that once I am home, I will want to leave again, despite the fact that my parents really don't give a rat's ass about what I do or who I am doing it with.
I am rambling.
And now I will attempt to cram for the final I have in 22 minutes.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Uh...

I woke up to this in my inbox.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Major LOLZ

All I can say is...









I Hate This Place

I think the next series of pictures will explain why.

This is my apartment. Four of them are legitimate stoners. Six of them are inconsiderate. Three of them are nice. Excluding myself, of course, from all of the above.





This was my kitchen tonight. Yes, there are random chunks of food and sauce splattered everywhere? Why? I don't know. How can you live like that? I don't know how long those have been there since I don't use the kitchen very much. (I wonder why now.) Is it really difficult to pick or clean up whatever flies out of your pan? Do you really have to pick out what you do not want in your food and leave it on the stove? Can you not do your own dishes? Why do you think other people will clean up after you if you don't? (And the only reason I am goddamn doing it is because it's my "chore".) Most importantly, what type of goddamn idiot parents did you have that didn't spank you so you would know what cleaning up after yourselves meant? I swear, if I have kids, they are going to get their asses BEAT for being dumb shits. I don't give a fuck.
This is my new plan. I will relieve myself wherever I feel convenient. I will not clean up and adopt their mindset of "Oh, this will be cleaned up by Sunday at 10PM." Then we will all get along fine and dandy since we all have the same beliefs.
I hate people so fucking much.

Advice?

Okay, for those of you constant blogfollowers, you know that I have had roommate problems since the beginning of time, it seems. Now, it just seemingly gets worse. Let me describe them for you, by code names of course.

B, for Bear, is bear-like as the code name suggests. She is an artsy fartsy, holier-than-thou type like one that some of us have gotten to know all too well over the past two years. She lumbers around fairly ungracefully--perhaps some people have gotten my complaining texts/IMs about this. She often makes lots of noise in the morning after hibernation, especially when I'm trying to sleep: earthquake noises and rumbling my bed, makeup utensil clacking noises from covering her beary hideous face, smacking into things, etc. She also thinks I'm a complete idiot for some reason unbeknownst and therefore chooses to treat me as such. I know what you all are thinking, Paulina, you are an idiot. But I'm not really. Anyway, meet Bear.

P is Princess, except not the royal type with adoring fans. Princess as in PRINCESSY BITCH. For Princess, I need to talk about her in conjuction with V. V is VAGINA. I would use the word "pussy" but P has already been taken for Princess. Vagina will do. PV are likethis. Attachedatthehipomgwecannotliveadaywithouteachother (exact words from P's mouth after the omg). V is a constant attraction in P's bed because omgtheycannotliveadaywithouteachother despite the fact that guests cannot stay without everyone's consent in the room, meaning myself & B. Then guests cannot stay for more than three days. However, he's lived in this room since the second night here despite the fact that his apartment is a mere one hundred feet away from ours, if you use the back route. Why doesn't he live there, you ask? Simply put, he's a vagina and cannot deal with his OMGOMGSOTERRIBLEZ roommate. He also lives in a triple, but is chill with the non-terrible roomie. However, PV chose to lie to me about how terrible terrible roommate is, choosing to say that non-terrible roomie sleeps on the couch because he can't handle terrible roomie. I am semi-friends with non-terrible roomie, and I asked him myself if he really slept on the couch all the time. He told me he only slept on the couch because he tore something in his leg and couldn't climb up the bunk the first week or so. So that's PV.

The reason I hate PV so much is that P has moved him into our room. His clothes are hanging up, or tucked away in her drawers. His shoes are in the slidy out drawer under her bed. At one point in time, they even moved my things around to make room for his. Why am I so bothered by V being there? Because my room is my sacred space and sometimes you just need SPACE. And personally, I don't like having to hide while I change in MY ROOM that I AM PAYING FOR (well, technically my parents) because there is a vagina-like floppy penis in the area thus making it somewhat difficult to just pull my pants, shirt, underwear, socks, etc. off and change. Apparently, nobody understands that SPACE means SPACE. Not to mention we already live in a small triple (a double that the housing people added a bed to make more room for students to stay on campus), so we don't need a fourth person moved in.

And one more thing, I guess them sleeping together doesn't really do much for their sleep either since P always complains about me studying with oh noes a light on. If V is such a necessary addition to bettering her sleep, why not just stick her face in his hairy pit or concave chest and tada! no light. Problem solved.

Side note: I've also discussed the PV problem with P as well as our RA. Nothing has changed.

Anyway, this week's BPV (mostly B, because I dislike her most) problem began two nights ago. I was hanging out with my new friend, Thomas, and then went home around 1:30 in the morning. Activities are going full force with B, P, V, Nolan, Andrew and Jay in the living room. So I'm like excellent! Opportune moment to talk on the phone, so I do that because they're doing shit, my room is empty, and by the time they come in, it should not matter, right? WRONG. My conversation has been continuing for well over an hour, and by this time, I am quite cozy and comfortable in my bed with no desire to move when B comes in bumbling and letting her flagella-like rolls bounce on things and make noise. She also sleeps (slept?) with headphones in. I clearly recall a conversation I had with her at the beginning of the school year about whether or not I was too loud while homeworking it up like a true Asian/Monta Vista-n at all hours of the night and she said no, it did not matter because she has her music on. After about a few minutes of continuing with my lovely conversation, I hear "PAULINA! Get off the phone or go OUTSIDE." I'm laying there with a facial expression that looks like @_____@??? and the person I'm on the phone with figures out what's going on and gets angry because this is a reoccuring thing. He goes off on a rant about my roommates being inconsiderate bitches and walking all over me and treating me like crap, so why am I being nice to them if I am not extended the same courtesy. Then I hear, "GREAT, PAULINA. I can hear the other person talking, blahblah, I'm trying to SLEEP, get off the phone or go OUTSIDE." A few minutes later, I am somewhat frustrated and tired so I get off the phone.

The next day, yesterday, I thought about it, and it made no sense to me because if you want to sleep so badly, why are you going to bed at 2:30/3 in the morning? If you are so bothered by the slightest bit of noise, why not put your oh so useful headphones back in like you used to do and then we both have no problem? Why do I have to leave because I've been laying here doing my own thing for the past hour or so? Why do I have to be quiet at night, if you can't be quiet in the morning or whenever I am sleeping? So then I put my thinking into effect.

Last night I went to bed around 12:30 or so and of course, was conversing on the phone again in my dark room, laying in my comfortable bed. Then B comes in around 1:30 or 2 and lumbers around like her name suggests until she creaks and squeaks her way into the bed. Then thirty seconds later, I hear "HANG UP OR LEEEEAVE!!!" so I ignore it. I giggle and continue with my conversation. Five minutes later, "HANGGGG UPPPP OR LEEEEAAAAVEEEE!!!" (think in a style similar to Gandalf going "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" except annoying, squeaky, and semi-female.). I ignore that also. Two and a half minutes later, I guess B sits up in her den and goes off at me. My thoughts are italicized during the process. "OMG PAULINA. You live with TWO OTHER PEOPLE. Actually, three. You forgot about Vagina. You should not have chosen a triple! Actually, I didn't choose a triple. I was assigned it. You are a horrible person to live with! So are you, fatass. *giggle uncontrollably drowning out some words about me leaving* Nobody will be sad to see you leave!" Of course, an outburst like that will only cause me to talk more, so I did, until PV came in and I decided to be semi-nice and leave. But first, I needed to urinate. I left my phone on top of my laptop, and then went to pee. Apparently as soon as I left, she bitched at PV about me, but heard the person I was conversing with laughing heartily on my phone since my phone is omgsoloud, and stopped. Or something. I don't know. I wasn't there.

It makes no sense to me as to why I should be the one to leave when someone is coming early in the morning/late at night when I've been in bed for the past hour or so, and s/he's been doing god knows what. And to yell at me while I'm on the phone is pretty inconsiderate and rude in itself.

You guys all know me. I'm not a really a mean person. I try to be polite, respectful, and considerate of others. I'm pretty crude and out there, but despite all that, I'd like to think I'm pretty nice. But when provoked, I am a very angry, spiteful, stubborn bitch. I have countless years of honing and crafting my angry, spiteful, stubborn bitch skills from living with my dad and my sister. And I strongly believe in giving respect, but only when I receive it in return and you do not affect my life drastically (like a teacher). I also take a lot of shit, but enough is enough. Once you reach that threshold, you can count on me to not be polite, respectful or considerate, especially if I don't receive that in return.

If you feel the need to yell at me for no reason, be rude to me, demand things of me, and verbally abuse me, you can bet that I will not be responsive. In fact, I will ignore you. And if you demand that I not ignore you, you can bet your ass that I will continue ignoring you.

Unlike some people, I am fully capable of understanding that things cannot be perfect when you live with other people. I don't expect us to get along, so I don't go out of my way to make sure that we do. If you try to tell me that I am socially inept, I will kick you in the vagina. If you try to ask me about whether or not I've lived with someone before, I will kick you in the vagina; I shared a room with my sister for 17 years. And that's how I know that you just have to deal with whatever people throw your way. I've kept her up at night talking on the phone, or texting. She's kept me up doing the same. I've woken her up while coming into the room late at night. She's woken me up while clanking around in the morning with her makeup and clothes and stuff.

What can you do? Nothing, so you ignore it and hope it goes away fast so you can continue with your life. Or you can try to find some sort of compromise, which I am not against. And unlike some people, I understand that you can't just expect someone to obey whatever you want them to do. It's a give and take situation from both parties because nobody is perfect. Because something you do is annoying and irritating to the other person, and vice versa. However, to demand that someone acquiesces to your request (ie. in my case, "HANG UP OR LEAVE!") gets you nowhere. Nothing is going to change because one person is happy and the other person isn't. Not a compromise.

Side note: I also understand that people will never understand, or even try to, if all they hear is "you this" or "you that". Which is what makes me not give a shit, since that is what B is doing. Thanks, Kathy, for bringing that up. I wasn't sure if I made that clear, but I guess I didn't.

In my case, there are several things that could have been done:
1. B puts in her earbuds, like she used to do, she sleeps, I can converse. Win-win situation.
2. She says I'll be more quiet in the morning & I will use the little light when you sleep, and I will kindly ask you to finish up your conversation within say, x minutes, or go elsewhere or notify you when I plan on going to bed so you can plan around it. I either finish my conversation within x minutes, I go elsewhere, or I try to end my conversation around whenever she's going to bed. Semi-win-win situation, but you don't have meaningless yelling and or ignoring. Nobody's feelings get hurts, and it works, instead of verbal abuse ("horrible to live with... nobody would be sad to see you leave") or acting like my mother ("don't ignore me when I'm talking to you" no joke, this happened)! And I don't keep talking/ignoring out of spite and sheer hatred.

Okay, I went off on a meaningless tangent, but what it comes down to is this:
Do I try to switch out of my room into a single or a double? This is what a part of me wants. Or do I stay just out of spite of what B said? Should I talk to my RA about it? Help! What would you do?

Friday, December 5, 2008

Things I Am Excited For (In No Particular Order)

- getting lots of sleep over the next few days
- (successfully?) finishing my first quarter in college
- seeing my awesome boyfriend
- hanging out with all my friends
- CHRISTMAS
- food (getting fat?)
- volleyball
- my Writing 2 class about reading into American pop culture (omg story of my life)
- Gossip Girl
- New Year's--let's figure this drunken shit out, homies.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Christmas: Things I Want

The other three PostSecret books.

The Lion King on Broadway is hands down the best musical ever to grace this planet. I want to see it again!

LOVE ridiculous socks. :)

Not gonna lie. I want them!

I can dream, right?


I love Free People dresses! I want this one in teal, but they don't have that on the site anymore.

Citizens of Humanity are my new favorite jean brand. They look awesome on my butt.

Not this one specifically, but this cute one I found at Nordstrom by Hinge!

Polaroid cameras are badass, plus I found an awesome way to decorate my room, and I'd need one!

Except in black.

And that's it... for the time being :)

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Power is...

This is the project I've been working on all weekend. It is very cool and for my Kresge core class. You may or may not be in it, but you should watch it anyway!

Also...
Nigga, say whaaat?
Post a memory of me as a comment for this entry.
It can be anything you want.
Maybe your first, maybe your favorite.
& post this to your journal and see what people remember of you.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Today Will Go Down in History...

...as a great day for mail! YAY!

This is what I found waiting for me in my mailbox!
- batteries that I ordered.
- TWO samples of Astroglide. Not one, but TWO.
- TWO slips saying I had packages: two small ones, and one medium one.
- a letter from ISV

The packages?
- A Juicy Juice sippy cup. Totally rad.
- Orville Redenbacher's 100 Calorie Mini Smart Cakes!, Natural Gourmet Popping corn, and a coupon booklet with "Over $6 of savings inside!"
- A teddy bear and a letter from Brad!

Yay!

Very Eventful

Tonight, I sat in the bathroom and listened to someone fart for five minutes. It was... joyous.