five.

Well, school is officially out for the semester; although I do have one more ridiculously easy final to go on Friday. So I mark today, Monday, as my last day; and boy was it memorable. First off, in an effort to be safe and think ahead, I took my girlfriends car to school today. My car desperately needed, among other things, gas, an oil change, wind shield wipers, and most of all air in the tires. Considering the recent San Diego PMSing climate of rain, on again off again, I decided not to risk driving my own little Honda Accord, also known as "Lucy." On my way home from school, I feel the car start waivering, and this horrible loud noise; for a second, I honestly paused to look up at the sky through the window, thinking that maybe it was a low flying helicopter causing the car to shake a little, as well as make that annoying noise they always make. I attempt to accelerate just a little and, well, I'm unable to. Wonderful. I pull off to the quickest side of the road, which just happens to be an on ramp onto a freeway. Even more wonderful. Ah I open the door to find out that the tire to my girlfriends car, which I so cautiously took to avoid getting my own flat tire blown out, was not just flat, but shredded. Yup, shredded, into a million little pieces. Well ok not a million, but it was pretty freakin' bad. There was a lady who pulled off to the side behind me to make sure I was ok, which definitely put a smile to my face, and then my best friend and girlfriend had simultaneously arrived after that. I did have to wait in the car for about 15 to 20 minutes, with the hottest most burning sun scorching the side of my face and left arm. Oh yeah, did I mention it was a LEFT rear tire? Meaning it was on the side of the on-coming traffic...on an on ramp..? Ha. Well yeah. They arrived and fixed the shredded flat together as I helplessly stood off to the side and watched in amusement to the constant events of my life. The cops did come at the end of the entire scene and proceeded to tell us that this was a bad place to stop; as if it was my first choice. What was I suppose to do? Drive a little longer on three bits of rubber until I find a nice cozy street located amongst quiet houses and friendly neighbors? Anyways, I proceeded to follow my girlfriend home, to where, only 10 minutes of being indoors, I fell on my face. Flat. Flat on my face. Seriously. I tripped over my laptop charger and BOOM, on my face. I went from vertical to horizontal in point two seconds, right on my knee. Yes, she laughed at me. A little more. And a little more after that and thru the night. Then she had a package delivered to her, and it was a christmas present from her grandparents. Any guesses on what it was? Well, since its me, it would only make sense that they got her something that I have been planning on getting her for several months now, a knife set. Oh how annoyed I was. Finally, after a quick trip to a gas station, a tire place, another gas station, and an oil change station, we were home and then out again on our date night. A french restaurant in La Jolla, and then a little stroll. Oh yeah, my belt, the one I had around the bottom of my waist, fell. Fell down. To my ankles. On my stroll. In La Jolla. I thought my pants fell down. It was exilerating really. Ah, what a night. The movie "Brothers" was the last event of the night, and it was boring and depressing, and for lack of a better word, made me sad. The theater was freezing, and the movie proceeded to have no point or sense of excitement; at all. Yup yup yup. Welcome to my life. Now that school is out, I hope to be keeping this up to date most often. Especially since I watched Julie and Julia AGAIN this weekend (my baby got it for me for our 5months) and it inspired me, just like SEX and the CITY to keep writing every day; if for nothing else, it will make my mother happy :)

anyways, it's late, time to sleep in, FINALLY.

adios,

itsmilana