9 More Days.

I miss the carefree life. San Francisco was such a great escape for me. LA is home. Home consists of work, school, traffic, stress, and people who have no style and are equally rude. San Francisco was insanely, ridiculously fun. Cute people, cute style, carefree life, rooftop parties, bottomless shopping, Chinatown, raging!!, etc. etc. Because I know it's unrealistic for me to drop everything and move to SF or NY, I have to deal with LA, one stress at a time. Luckily, my last final is next Thursday. Estimated release time: 10am. I absolutely cannot wait. This summer is going to be the peak of 2009. Raging Summer 2009, as I have been calling it for the past couple of months. Krystal is taking summer off with me, so this time will only strengthen our friendship for the better. Endless movies, sleepovers, drunken nights, road trips, shows, clubs, tattoos, hangovers, breakfast at 4pm, San Francisco! (again, maybe, depending on my mood). I can't wait. The only worries I will have during the summer is just deciding what to do, who to see, and if I have gas in my car. That is it.

My dog smells like ass. Quagmire is essentially me, in cartoon form and a male. HAHA. I'm disgustly bored, that I am going to pour myself a giant bowl of cereal and eat my life away.