HAPPY NEW YEAR!

USC BEATS MICHIGAN 28 TO 14!

GO TROJANS!!!

Hawaii is nice, but I’m ready to go back to California.  Happy New Year.

I forgot to post the LOTR:  Return of the King pics that we four weirdos took the day it came out.  And I can call us “weirdos” because for some reason, we look really weird in every single one of the pictures.  I guess we’re just too cool to look…normal…(shifty eyes).  All of the pictures were taken as we were standing in line to be let into the theatre.

Brian looking pleasant and inviting as usual

Hungry?  Maybe you should be like me and…

…Help yourself to a bite of B’s arm!!!…mmm…

We’ve known each other over a year, and yet Daniel and I still treat each other like strangers

Brian giving Tiff her monthly facial cancer exam…

I have no idea wtf this is

Brian laughing at YOU b/c he thinks he’s better than you (you gonna let him get away with that?), and me on the verge of POKING MY EYE OUT!  Good god!

*Edit*  Goodbye California!  Hello HOME SWEET HOME!  (1:34 am, 12/18/03)

I’M FREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! 

No more finals, no more homework, no more studying, no more 3-hours of sleep per night, It’s all over!!!!!

…At least for the next three weeks…

And I have LORD OF THE RINGS:  RETURN OF THE KING to look forward to, and I get to see it with my three FAVORITE people: The Male Version of Me, Maxim Baa?, and my Co-Strawberry!  Hey you guys!  It’s our one-year anniversary!

One last look at the ultimate BUAD310 group (minus Jessica and Jason)

To my Cali friends:  I’ll miss you guys so much!  Be safe, warm, and happy!  To my Hawaii friends:  I can’t wait to see you all!  Zippys Hawaii Kai, back table, near the water.  To the Hawaii friends who I happened to meet in Cali:  See you tomorrow or the next day, or two months from now, or next summer, in your dreams, in your nightmares…yeah, there’s no escaping from ME!  Nyak nyak nyak!

Two finals down, two more to go.

Come to think of it, I will miss the person they call “Merle.”  I will miss the scent of his heavy cologne wafting through the lecture hall, his Merle ”*bling-bling*,” they way he somehow managed to interject the word “sexy” into every lecture, his triangle-shaped, flappy man-tits, the way he made laugh when he waved that hand of his that is missing a finger, his pointless stories of questionable origins, the way he guzzled down Robitussin straight from the bottle…

…(sigh)…

But I won’t miss his knack for screwing us over.  GODDAMN YOU MERLE!

Quotes of the week: 

Daniel:  (Comparing the screens of his new phone to Julie’s older phone)  Look at how color quality has changed in one year!

Julie:  …What are you trying to say?…

(I think this is one where you just had to be there)

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Eddie:  Go pick me some strawberries biatch!

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Me:  (in a baby voice) You’ve reached Loretta’s phone–

Tiff:  Help…me…

Me:  (angry voice) SHUT UP!  I SAID SHUT UP!

Tiff:  (beached whale sound)

Me:  SHUT UP!…(baby voice) Please leave a message after the beep!

GOOD LUCK to everyone on their finals.

It’s crazy how many people that I think are really happy are actually crying on the inside.  It hurts me.  I’ve come to a point in my life where even though I’m dark (and slightly evil), all I wish for is for those I care about to be happy, even if it’s happier than me (I also wish for my enemy’s to burn in hell with no reprieve, but that’s a different entry altogether).  I know what it’s like to be in pain and unhappy, so unhappy that all you want to do is scream, or kill someone, and I know what these feelings do to you.  Everytime you think about it you die a little inside, and you try to forget it, but you really can’t.  Even though sleep is a sanctuary, the minutes right before are just pure agony b/c what can you do except think?  Think about what you’ve done, or what you could of done, or what you’ve lost, or gained, or whatever the hell it is; and all you know is the raw feeling of unprocessed pain.  You cry a little, if not physically, then emotionally.  And then you wake up in the morning, and oh look, it’s just another day of having to face the fact that yes, you are a bad person.

But you aren’t.

Not to me.

Look, you guys mean the world to me, if you didn’t know it then, know it now.  If you all could understand the sheer joy I feel when I think about how lucky I am to be your sister, daughter, or friend (or enemy?  No, not enemy, and screw you if you’re my enemy!), you’d probably be shocked, b/c yes, Loretta does care.  Actually, she cares a lot.  I may have a heart made of cold steel (or stone, depending on who’s reading this), but it is capable of feeling a little thing called hate–I mean LOVE!  LOVE!  And even though I know my thoughts and words offer little help through whatever you are going through…I love you all, and I want you to be happy.

Just remember that.