Skadoosh!

DISNEYLAND!!!!!! So that's where I went on wednesday with Jason and Nadiapots and it was good times. It was fun to watch them have fun on rides they've never been on and/or don't remember. We hit up all the cool rides and even managed to go on a couple with Kellie and her gang. I'm so glad I went cause I've been wanting to go for along time. Unfortunately we didn't get a chance to hit up the Tiki Room and Dole whip, but I did get my long-awaited pickle from the stand next to Jungle Cruise. It was a low-cost trip too, which was awesome. I packed pb&j, apples, kiwi, and pudding cups for us. Jason brought fruit punch and Nadia brought fruit cups. We had a nice little picnic in the middle of the day. On the way home we were feeling a little hungry and went to Panda Express to get a meal and since Jason knew the guys working there we ended up only paying for drinks (which he paid for cause he's a sweetheart) and it was sweet! Free food is always the way to end the day. 

Nothing else exciting has happened and now I must go clean for the party at my house tonight. *sigh* so many parties...

Ophidiophobics and Silly Soviets

I just read this article on Yahoo! about how the Russian communists are all bent out of shape over Indiana Jones. It made me laugh because they're all angry that the youths of their country are now going to believe that in 1957 Russians were running about the U.S. with crystal skulls and almost causing nuclear wars. What the frak? Cause after seeing the first three Indy movies, we believed that the Nazis spent all their time looking for religious relics and Indian people are all involved in strange cults that practice human sacrifice. Its a fucking Hollywood movie! No one takes this bullshit seriously. I mean, for reals, do they think that the majority of people in their country are going to believe that an integral part of their history involves mind-reading alien skulls? Come on people! Take a chill pill, its a movie. The Russians need to get the sticks out of their asses and calm down. 

le sigh

So I went to see Indy last night. Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was just as ridiculous and amusing as the rest, but I think they may have gone a skotch (sp?) overboard with the aliens thing. Also, the "Twilight" trailer was before the movie and that was lovely to see. I do think the movie should be interesting at the very least. I'll just have to prepare myself and not expect it to be anything like the book.  

On a brighter note (not) my sister continues to play the victim and believe that she is not to blame for her own lack of funds. I wash my hands of the situation. 

Un-fucking-believable

My sister straight up called me a cunt. And meant it. That is the one word I absolutely hate and reserve only for those whom I would have no qualms about killing with my bare hands. And my sister legitimately called me it. Needless to say, there was tears. So, now I shall endeavor to find a second job once I return from D.C. cause I'm not living here too much longer. I can't stand it anymore. She's great as a sister, but not so hot as a roommate. So far I've only had one roommate that I actually could stand living with for an extended period of time. This blows. 

Sadness

Andrew has left. Sadness. I hate change. Its going to be strange downsizing to a trio instead of a quartet.  We all hung out thursday night and although no tears were shed, it was pretty sad there at the end. We'll see how it goes.

School, thankfully, is finally over and I don't have to stress out anymore. Maybe I can actually get some sleep too! I just checked my grades and somehow miraculously I got a B- in my Anthro class. I honestly have no idea how I pulled that shit off. The downside to that news is that usually when shit like this happens, I end up getting bad grades in my other classes. This would not be good at all. 

Work seems to be going well also. I haven't gotten yelled at in a couple of days, so that's always a plus. I'm actually looking forward to the next couple of days because I get to make new displays of my own choice. Its gonna be good times I think.

Today was my BBQ, and even though not too many people showed up I was satisfied with the overall fun times. The food was delicious and I had fun throwing water balloons and hanging out with some of my favorite people. The plus side of not having too many people show is that I now have enough food for two weeks of fatty goodness. yum. carne asada!

B-Niz taking care of Bizniz

Dear Diary,

It has become very glaringly obvious to me that I am not a schooling person. It does not cooperate well with my tendency to procrastinate. I always wind up waiting for the last minute to study or write a paper or something and then I end up being awake for 38 hours. And we all no that when I'm sleepy or hungry I get cranky. Cranky Bonnie is not a pretty sight. Well, Bonnie is not generally a pretty sight, but this is worse. Anyhizzle, finals are this week and I've spent the time I'm supposed to be studying hanging out with other people and putzing around (case in point). On Saturday I didn't have work so this was designated my "Day of Studying". Unfortunately, I probably spent about 2 hours actually doing schoolwork of any sort. I joined Greeinch and KTP for lunch and returned home to find my father mowing the lawn and my mother cleaning her stuff out of my closet (finally). I decided to help my mom figure out which of her grandmother's costume jewelry should go in the garage sale pile when we came across some rings that we strongly suspect are real gold and diamonds. Shazam! My mom said that if it turns out that they are worth something then she'll buy me an analog camera so I can take some photography classes. Good times. Then I went to Moorpark for an early Mother's Day dinner with my grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousin. We ended up going to the Italian restaurant that my cousin Josh works at and he was working at that evening. It was cool knowing that he was making our food. Mike came over afterward, as did Jennie and George, so I didn't end up going to bed until 3 am. 

Sunday I had work and the 'rents were in SD so it wasn't so much Mother's Day as it was another day at work. From there I went home and began the studying. It was interesting seeing how much I could get done before 10am and thankfully I was able to finish both my paper and the study guide by class time. I think that final did well, but hopefully he'll overlook the fact that I actually only wrote about 3 authors throughout the whole test. I'm pretty sure Ani was stoned while we took it, so that was interesting as well. Went to work after that and, despite the fact that I was running on 2 hours of sleep, I think I was able to accomplish a lot. 

That brings us to today, where I spent the majority of the day studying for my Victorian Lit. test that I took at 5:30. Let me just say, I hate physically writing for a long time and I had to write for 2 hours straight whilst actually using my brain. le sigh. I think I did well, though. I threw a little Romantic Age reference at the end to spice it up a bit by showing the progression of a certain idea. Hopefully that will help and not hinder me. So from this point I have two more finals tomorrow starting at 10:15. Before said finals I must write and essay on Jared Diamond's Guns, Germs, and Steel, finish the Anthropology study guide, and categorize the main ideas from all of the writers we discussed this semester in my theory class and how they relate to each other. This is made a little more difficult because I haven't actually read the majority of these things. We shall see how this turns out. I guess. Hmm.

Well that's my show. Chow!

Chicken, Waffles and Planes

Dear Diary,

The other night I hung out with my peeps. It was general good times. First we hit up Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles in H-Wood and pretended to be tourists. Whilst taking racially discriminating photos, we consumed the deliciousness that is fried chicken smothered in syrup. Mmm...I'm getting hungry. I would provide visual evidence except I'm a little inept at this blogging crap. I've tried and my computer hates me or something. So, after this fatty fiesta we rolled on over to LAX to watch the planes come in. That was my favorite part of the night. While lying on Kellie's ridiculously big blanket in the tiny park, I felt closer to these three people than ever before (figuratively and physically). It was awesome. Again, I would provide visual evidence, but I suck at life. In other news, finals are fast approaching and I fear I have my usual lack of concentration for school work. Case in point. Here I sit writing about studying for finals while not actually doing it. I had planned to write my essays and paper tonight, but Greeeinch needs help with his and I have no motivation to do mine so I'm heading over there after I scarf down some lasagna. 

I've decided I miss Kellie. Even though we work together pretty often, it's not really the same as when I was just a seller. I feel all this pressure to always be doing something and not just shooting the shit. We chilled for a few minutes while I was stickering shit and that was cool until someone killed it. I think I just miss work before I became a supervisor. Although, to be fair, I definitely don't miss my old paychecks. 

That is all, lasagna beckons. Chow Diary!

Blah Blah Blah...and then I died

Work

Nothing exciting occurred on that front. It was slightly busy in the earlier part of yesterday. There was one point during my service hour that I was literally needed in three places. Yikes. Most of the crazies came out yesterday just to spice things up. I thought they all convened on Wednesday, but apparently they're aloud to venture out of the padded rooms on Sundays too. Oh well. 

I can only say that I am glad I had a break from getting yelled at for stupid shit. 

School

Now that my take-home assignment has been completed and summarily dismissed from my consciousness, I now must focus on upcoming finals. It'll be interesting to see how much information I can cram into my short term memory in the next couple of days. I'd stress out about them, but that's not really in my nature. 

Real Life

Saturday was Kaitlin and Andrew's going away party at my house. I have to say that it was definitely a success. I had a great time and was satisfied with the array of characters that attended. It was what my Holiday party could've been if certain people weren't such whores. I think that my favorite part was the impromptu rave. Good times with the Harry Potter glow sticks. Happy to say I still have a shit load, so the next party can be revived by raving if necessary. I think Andrew was happy with his gift from us. I still totally want those pictures, especially the one that is sickeningly cute. 

Kellie, I don't know what you mean by my original link or some such nonsense. Didn't I explain I have no idea what I am doing?

Le Tired

I haven't been to bed yet. I stayed up all night doing my fucking take home assignment. I finished it at roughly 9:15am and my class was at 10 so yeah, i won't get to sleep until I get home from work at 10pm. this blows