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Happy Birthday To Me

So last night was interesting to say the least. My four friends and I went to a Mexican restaurant and took some girl’s table…they asked for an “Erica, party of 4” we didn’t have an Erica but we had a party of four.

So after dinner we went to pick up Ryan from work but we got there early so we decided to walk over to the Fillmore to buy tickets for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. While we were there this guy came up to us and offered us four free tickets to see the show that was going on tonight for Leftover Salmon (has anyone heard of them?) so we took em. And we started hustling them. The first ticket we just gave away because we didn’t even think about selling them. Then the next three we made $45 off of…which had a face value of $75…but whatever.

We picked up Ryan, took him to his house and then went over to this party where the guy:girl ratio was 4:1…which was nice but the girls were hos, and it wasn’t our scene so we left after about 30-45 minutes. I drove Nina and I to our bus stop…but it was already 12:45 and the last bus had gotten there at 12:21…even though she insisted that one would be coming along shortly. HA!

We sat there in the cold till 1:30. When our cab finally came and that was the night of my birthday.

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I’m Safe Here

Classes start on Wednesday. At times I get these panic attacks (although they aren’t panic attack by definition but I can’t think of another name for them) during which I realize this is my last two years of school, and after this I must “grow up”.

Even though my parents tell me I can always move back in with them after school is over, I really don’t want to. Who would, ya know? I mean yes it would be the easy way out, a return to the world I knew before, secure and comfortable..but it would totally stunt my growth as a person and I’d never experience all that I need to in order to make it in this world without them.

The more I think about it the more frightened I become. I feel like school is a safe haven for me, like since I am here I am following a path. I think that is the reason why I have thought about careers in teaching…to stay in the whole school aspect of life, so I don’t have to enter the job market.

Although I know that there are a lot more jobs out there that don’t involve wearing pumps, stockings, and suits to work I just can’t imagine them making money for me. Then again I know nothing about everything, if that makes any sense at all.

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Reporting From The Bay Area

Friday: woke up at 6 in the AM and started driving with the family to San Francisco. Arrived at the school at around 2 pm.

Saturday: Went to Target with the family to buy towels and other stuff I might have forgotten. Got back home and met my roommate, Jill. Went to a party that night and then down the street to another get together.

Today: woke up and then attended the SGSF stitch n bitch. now I’m sitting alone in the apartment while my drinking age roomies are bar hopping. it’s cool though, I don’t care, I get to take out the trash…maybe I’ll meet someone cool in the hallway.

I feel like I used to actually have thoughts…not lately, I haven’t had time to think. or maybe I believe that if I start thinking that I will start to feel homesick. I think I just need my own room. I also miss sounds of other people in the house, I miss my TV stations, I miss my Daniel. I’ll bet he doesn’t miss me.

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Couldn’t Sleep At All Last Night

I went to sleep at 6:30 this morning…thats what it must feel like to be on crack! Before today I was on a 14 hour plane ride (on the 8th) during which I slept probably a total of 3 hours, maybe less, and was sleep deprived that morning anyway.

I slept until 8 (that’s two hours of sleep, folks), when I had to get up and take my grandma to get her blood tested. At the lab the stupid receptionist lady forgot to put our paper work in so we sat waiting for almost an hour for what could have been accomplished in 20 minutes. Fun.

In other news, I somehow had the energy to take down the Christmas tree decorations, rearrange the living room and clean everything in preparation for my going away party. I don’t know what kind of blood runs through my veins. or maybe it’s just sugar water.

So I finally am starting to go through and edit my Hong Kong pics.

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Back in the U.S.S.A.

Okay, I’m back in The States now.

I’m leaving L.A. on the 16th. I have to pack, I have to hang out with friends, I have to stress out.

Window to my head:
What if I hate my roommates? What am I going to eat? What if I fuck up and don’t get good grades? How am I going to pay back my student loans? What am I going to do after I graduate? What time is it? How am I going to wake up tomorrow? god it’s 2! shit! I feel sick. why am I so cold? money…cold…sleeeep.