Retail Therapy

Is the best therapy. Too bad I blew the spendable portion of my money on/during my Washington vacation. It's okay though 'cause it was worth it even if it leaves me longing for things that I don't need and/or can't reasonably afford. I did manage to snag a pair of Citizens of Humanity Avedon skinnies (original price $163) for $57.50 on sale at Macy's, some super cute Sanrio stationery, a super amazingly cute & fitting Free People Summer Breeze dress for $88 + free shipping after trying it on at Macy's and dying out of love/being sad about it having a stain--oh well, ShopBop ended up being cheaper, and an electric violet Marc by Marc Jacobs turnlock purse for $117. Gotta love Oregon's lack of sales tax.
Anyway, this post was pointless and I am tired/depressed.

Get Owned, Bitch.

I touched a bit upon it a few entries ago. And by touched, I mean, I mentioned slightly. So anyway, here is a problem that has been going on for two~ years. Black Friday 2007, I got this rad Juicy necklace from Nordstrom. I kept it in its little box inside my cosmetics case. I didn't/don't wear much jewelry, so this little number never saw the light of day. Then many moons passed and it came time for me to go visit Brad for the first time in Washington. I was very excited and I wanted to bring my necklace along. I never wore it or anything, so it should have been where I left it. Amirite? More like wrong. I opened up my cosmetics case. The little box it came in was there. I opened the box. The necklace was missing. Wait, what? Yup. The necklace was missing.
See, now that makes no sense whatsoever. How can something go missing if it was never used and never touched? Gee, I wonder.
Naturally, I blamed my sister because when my things go missing that I haven't misplaced, she's stolen it. She flipped the hell out and started screaming and crying about how I always accuse her of taking my stuff. It's like the boy who cried wolf. He kept saying there was a wolf when there wasn't. So when there finally was a wolf, nobody believed him. Well, if she kept stealing my stuff, and I kept finding my things among hers... yeah.
So this issue has been ongoing since then. Every single time I've brought it up, my parents and most people I know have called me a liar. They told me that I was simply trying to start trouble.
Then pictures have popped up of her wearing it on Facebook. Gee, how did that happen. So I sent the pictures to my mom, and she said she didn't have any proof. Are pictures of her stealing it not PROOF enough? Then she accused me of trying to start trouble again.

(Faces of the innocent have been colored out to protect their privacy.)

So today I was digging around the room that I share with my sister, and what did I find? One of the Juicy jackets that I bought on eBay because the description said it was purple but when I opened the package, it was gray and my necklace! They were hidden in a box of my sister's junk, underneath a pile of old sweatshirts and jackets.



And just in case my description of how/why I bought the jacket isn't enough and I am still lying, here are pictures of me wearing it in Santa Cruz and in Washington.



So I win, you lose. I rise, you fall. (Hahaha, "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen" reference.) Who's the liar now?

Just a Thought

Lately, I've been having a lot of these moments where I've been evaluating myself and the paths I've chosen (clicheee!). It's mostly been brought on by a certain string of events induced by my sister. It's no secret that we are two very different people. And it is definitely no secret that we don't get along. However, I'm usually pretty tolerant of the stupid shit she pulls (ie. stealing underwear, $90 necklaces, makeup, condoms, money, etc. from me or being a skank). This time though, she's taken things entirely too far.

We got into a huge argument because she flipped out over me taking the car to go to the gym with my little brother, even though I'd already confirmed with my mom that I could use it that day. (People with their own cars, be thankful you don't have to share one with someone crazy!) Then she started screaming about how I always ruin everything, how she hates living here with me, and how life is so much better when I'm not around, etc. And then she started shrieking about how she hopes that I get pregnant and die. I collected all of my gym belongings and then left with my brother to the echoes of her screams.

I came home to find the following:
1. my birth control missing from my purse where I'd left it after I took my pill at about 12:45PM. (And no, in case you're wondering, she's not stealing so she can have some of her own. She went to Planned Parenthood and got her own. She took it out of spite.) And yes, it is still missing.
2. my nearly empty Earth Science moisturizer filled with some white crap (possibly John Frieda Brilliant Brunette conditioner)
3. Nair Hair Removal Cream mixed with my Catwalk conditioner.

First of all, 1 & 3 are so LOW. Why would you do that to someone, not to someone who is your FAMILY. And obviously they are all incredibly immature and childish. Rant, rant, rant, I could go on for hours, but that's the gist of my ranting.

Secondly, you really have to evaluate the type of person you're becoming if you are willing to go so far as to take someone's birth control in the hopes that the person gets pregnant. Not to mention that someone is your sister. Is that who you really want to be? Someone so selfish and childish that you put others at risk for something because you can't deal with whatever issues and insecurities you have in a constructive manner? Do you really want to have to grasp at something so petty, ridiculous, and incredibly immature so you feel a little bit better about yourself? Do you really want to be someone who goes completely out of his/her way to cause someone misery just because you didn't get something that you wanted?

There are a lot of terrible and evil things I could do to everyone who has wronged me in some way. I could take my sister's birth control. I could let "accidentally" let it slip out of her purse and in front of my parents. I could urinate in her facewash. I could rub my shitstained butthole all over her pillow. The list goes on. The key word in there is could. I could do all of those things, but I don't. I would like to think that I am a better person that. I would like to think that I don't need to stoop to childish levels to make up for hurt feelings and annoyance. I would like to say that I am above letting petty arguments and nuances ago, because they're just that: petty. I may say a lot of snide and snarky stuff on the side for some LOLz or because I'm furious, but that's an entirely different level than physically messing with someone and trying to make his or her life miserable. So on that note, I do think that I am turning out morally okay despite living with complete bitches for all my life. Or borrowing a line from "27 Dresses", my moral compass does point due north... mostly.

Awkward Conversations Rock

Today, I was at the Costco in Almaden with my mom. I wandered around until I found myself in the pharmacy/over the counter area. There was box with forty condoms in it! That's the most I've ever seen! Well, four more than the economy sized ones that they sell at CVS, but still! Forty! On the way to the parking lot, I had a really awkward conversation with my mom.

Me: So inside that Costco, I saw a box with FORTY condoms in it! Crazy!
Mom: Oh, so that would last you about a year!
Me: *weird look*
Mom: Oh, maybe a month?

This Weekend

In three words: wow interesting drunk/delicious steak YUM

On Friday, Fusty, Sean, Lauren and I, plus two drunk fat bitch friends of Fusty's (ew), went to Fusty's friends' house, aptly named the Bro House, way out in BFE. Nobody was there yet, including Bodhi and Eliot, the guys who live there, so we waited and we waited. The party was supposed to start around 8, and it was 9. Finally, the two guys showed up with alcohol, and Chris needed to go pick up his friend. We left the two drunk fat bitch friends and pile into Chris's POS Ford Focus and went to BFE Soquel to pick up Aaron. Aaron appears at his door with moustaches for all. The drive to BFE Soquel was forgiven. We pile back into the car and drive back to BFE. Drinks, dance, and conversation were had by all, except Chris, who was DD. Occasionally the drunk fat bitches appear out of nowhere to annoy everyone and have one hang on Chris, until he finally took them back up to campus. Then an hour later he showed up to pick the rest of us. But that was after a cop showed up at the party and was like WTF IDIOT NEIGHBOR FOR CALLING IN THIS CHILL AND MELLOW PARTY WTF. And that was my Friday night.
On Saturday night, Dave & Ben threw an end-of-the-year/this-is-our-last-weekend-together/douchefag-is-gone party. It was spent very drunk with varying degrees of annoyed/anger. It also resulted in me getting punched in the eye and scratched. Might I add, I did nothing to provoke it. Puke nights suck. Also people making me angry while I'm drunk thus causing me to drink more suck too. But Jager and tequila rock.
Tonight, I went home with Tim, Fusty, Lauren, and Sean and my parents made us steak. It was righteous, thick, juicy, and manly: everything a steak should be. We had ourselves a feast, and we played foosball.
Now I am here. Now I am going to bed.

Day From Hell

That is what today was supposed to be, except it wasn't too bad. I was mildly prepared for my midterms. My goal is simply to pass these classes now, and by passing, I mean some sort of B. I had chem first, and then calculus. After calc, my friends and I who are also in these classes went to the beach! We played some fun beach volleyball for two hours. Then I had to go back to meet my mom and my brother for dinner. My friends were going to drop me off at the restaurant, but then asked me if they could eat with us! I called my mom and asked and she said yes. Anyway, my friends like my mom, and my mom likes my friends. Then I went back to my apartment and showered. I took some NyQuil to knock me out because I am sick and tired and I have work tomorrow that I might call in sick for depending on how sick I feel. Bad sentence, bad sentence, bad sentence. Then I said oh, what the hell, you are done with midterms and you are tired. So I smoked a bowl, and here I am, typing a blog high as fuck. Now I will go to bed. NyQuil + marijuana, WOO!
Also, for those of you who are curious, it is 11:21PM right now. In 39 minutes, it will be my two year anniversary with Brad! Yay!

Time Flies

The end of the quarter is nearing, but it feels like I just started this quarter. It's weird. It feels like I haven't done much at all. It feels like I just got out of break.
Finals are next week, but to be honest, I'm not stressing. Yet. I have a fairly decent grasp on all the material that I've learned in chemistry. I probably devote more time studying for it than necessary. I'm doing fairly well with all the precalc review stuff. I have two essays to revise, and a letter to write for my Writing 2 class, but that is not difficult. I've revised a lot of two, and I rock at writing letters. Not to mention, I think that the professor likes my work in that class, so again, not really sweating.
I'm excited because I will be done with my finals on Wednesday at eleven, or earlier. I'm guessing earlier. Nobody's really going to be back yet, so I think I'm going to end up hanging around Santa Cruz until Saturday morning whenever I wake up from a possible massive hangover. Originally, I was going to head back right after my finals, but the guys have expressed a large interest in partying on Friday for my birthday. I figure, why not? I don't have anything better to do and I will be wayyy done with this quarter, so party it is! :)
Nine days 'til my birthday!

An Interesting Title

Today, my volleyball class was canceled. I was very sad. But then some of us went down to OPERS, rented a few beach balls and played on the sand court instead. It was less high level playing, more fun, which was nice. Bonding with other people and laughing endlessly is fun.
Tonight was the Porter/Kresge college night in the dining hall. The theme was Lunar New Year. The food was okay except the orange chicken which was KILLER. MMM. Then they had this international kung fu place putting on performances. When I got there, there was this little boy who was seriously like a roly poly wiggling on the ground and stuff. He was so adorable. All the Asian-ness reminded me of home, as in the Cupertino sense, not specifically my house.
Also, the kung fu place had those dragons with flappy mouths. I was standing with Nolan, looking for a place to sit down and he started gesturing behind me, but I didn't know what he was doing. All of a sudden, I felt something pulling on my hair and I turned and there was a BIG DRAGON with a BIG (tall) GUY standing there behind me. I waved. It was really awkward because everyone was sort of just watching me. That was my awkward moment of the day.

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?