Yes, I would LOVE to get fat, thanks for asking.

I had an epiphany this morning. I realized that I am such a pleasant and happy individual when I have been properly caffeinated. No seriously, if I seem super bitchy [excuse my language] on certain days or at certain times, it's probably because I didn't have enough time to grab coffee. Or I did and the caffeine wore off.

I was walking to class after going to Peet's this morning, thinking about how wonderful it would be to drink 4 or 5 cups of coffee just to get a caffeine high, just for fun. And then I realized:

a) I'm addicted to caffeine. Oh wait, I realized this a few months back when I got a caffeine-withdrawal-induced-migrane two days in a row when I was too busy in the morning to get coffee before class.

b) Caffeine high = happiness. Wait...isn't that what people tell themselves when they get addicted to drugs? That it's perfectly harmless and it makes them happy. Except I also tell myself it's perfectly legal. I find it alarming that I am impulsively tempted to down caffeine just for funsies.

I also realized that I'm starting to use sarcasm a bit too much to get through my day. Sometimes I wonder if my friends get sick of it. And I worry that I'm starting to be too sarcastic around people I've either just met or don't know well enough. I should start being more careful...

A friend just asked me who I was going to the garlic festival with. I replied, "My pet garlic."

'nuff said.

Crafty

I love being crafty. Sometimes I wish I grew up in some family that celebrated the arts and I somehow grew up into some artsy girl who is some starving artist, or designs the interior of Anthropology stores, or knew how to make some amazing bookshelf using popsicle sticks and a hot glue gun. Damn the expectation to have a six figure salary...

Sometimes I think domesticity allows for creativity and just time to be artistic. Man, if I'm busy working, who's going to put together scrapbooks of my kids? Sigh, having kids means having to be superwoman. Anyway...

It's been awhile since I've had the excuse to take pictures and glue them to pretty card stock, or totally spray paint something shiny gold and make my own stencils, rummaging through random boxes for pipe cleaners and squiggly eyes. I miss doing all that stuff.

It was my goal this summer to be crafty and have a little fun with it. Well, photography has been fun but a little stressful. Before I leave the Bay Area next month, I think I'll put together a collage or poster of some sorts. Just for funsies and to decorate my room in LA.

I also made it a goal to sew something this summer...something I would wear. I still need to get around to doing that.

As much as I want the school year to start, I just realized there's a lot I want to do before summer ends. But that's okay, I miss LA too much.

"Missing LA is like missing an abusive, wealthy step father." Haha sooo true. Less then a month before move in! I'm stoked :)

Trash Cans

I realize I have disappeared for awhile now. There's just so much that has happened in the last few months! I guess I fell behind and never caught up. From Seattle to Singapore to New Orleans to Texas to starting classes, this summer has been a whirl. It's now a goal to write once a day. Just little tidbits if I don't have time. And if I'm not blogging, I want to be writing on paper. We'll see how this goes.

So when I first decided to blog, I was debating whether or not I wanted a tumblr or this. I guess i erred blogspot because my brother had one. Haha, I have a tumblr account...but I don't what to suddenly switch and become a traitor. Hm.

Today has been quite interesting. Well, lets start with last night when a bug flew into my room and made this horrendous buzzing noise and grossed me out. Well, to my horror it landed on my bed *puke in my mouth*. At 12:30 AM, all I wanted to do was kill it and sleep. So I killed it. On my bed. Then picked up my pillows, went to my brother's room [he's in Japan] and slept there instead because I wasn't going to be cleaning sheets at that hour!

This morning I woke up to a phone call from my dad asking me where I was. Apparently my mother walked into my room and saw that while my stuff was still there and I didn't leave yet, I was not in my bed. So she freaked and thought I had been kidnapped and panicked...yeah, that was interesting.

So last semester, my lovely roommate showed me the following clip from Modern Family:

I walked out to my car this morning to leave, started the engine, shifted to reverse, and backed up only to hear a thud and dragging noise. Lo and behold, I had reversed into my neighbor's trash can and knocked it over. Haha, I had to run out of my car, put all their trash back into the bin, and placed it upright again. I think the neighbors saw. Story of my life.