Finally remembered to blog

Okay so it's been too long! New Years was a lot of fun. We went to the boo's good friends house down in OB wit ha few other couples and just hung out and drank. All of New Years Day was spent on the couch sleeping and watching t.v. Watched an amazing documentary called Restrepo. It follows a baton in the Korngahl (sp?) region of Afghanistan. It was hard to watch the firefights and death, but was nice to see a real life view of what happens to our soldiers. Last week was not too interesting. No car incidents to speak of. My dad went to Las Vegas so I figured I would right him an e-mail telling him about my accident and some insurance issues I'm having. He never wrote me back. I sent it gain this morning then replied to another one of his e-mails telling him to read it- which he clearly has not done. I didn't think telling him about my accident could get any harder. Turns out it can. Work has been ridiculous today. The bosses are out of town and I'm completely alone. There are several huge problems that could have been avoided if the on-call girl would have been doing her job properly. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of how the next couple days are going to turn out...

Phil Mickelson- My stalker.

Luckily I was able to completely avoid going home yesterday and risk being involved in another car/parking incident. I have the garage for 2 months starting on Saturday, so breathe easy, the clouds are beginning to clear. The boo and I went to grab some dinner last night then followed it up with some Cold Stone before our 7:25 showing of The Black Swan. While waiting in line to get our tasty treat the boo noticed that Phil Mickelson (the second best golfer in the world) was with his wife and some friends at a table. Now i don't golf, nor would I have  noticed Phil (Fat-Boy Phil as he is called. But he is very tall and much thinner then I had expected) dinning next to us. But I am completely memorized by any even quasi-celebrity standing within a 10-mile radius. We sit just close enough to get a good look without him being able to hear us gawking at him. Once we realize Phil isnt't going to come up and ask us to be his new besties, we decide it's time to head out to our movie. After a quick trip to the powder room we rejoin back in the lobby to find Phil, who joins his group then follows us into The Black Swan. He is clearly stalking us at this point. Or God is trying to unite the three of us as soul-mates. The movie was intense. Very psychological and thought-provoking, and not without a very graphic oral-sex scene between Lily (Mila Kunis, the effortlessly good, yet dark bad girl dancer) and Nina (Natalie Portman, the innocent and cowardly dancer who is trying to tap into her Black Swan counterpart). When the movie concludes we walk down the steps of the packed theater and who walks out in front of me? Phil. The man who has been following my every move for the last 3 hours. Mr.Mickelson- No, I will not give my boyfriend up for you. and No, I will not give you golf lessons to improve you from number 2 in the world to number 1. Once back out in the lobby by breathe is taken away by an astonishing quarter-sized iceberg grasping onto his wife's left ring finger. Now I would never want a ring that big. It was completely ridiculous. But Holy hell that thing was absolutely enormous. Like, gigantically enormous. But I kept my cool. This was not the first time I have seen a celebrity in the movie's. The year before last while seeing Four Christmases I was sitting 4 seats away from Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey. No she did not belt out and sing. Yes she was wearing sweatpants and 9 inch heels. and yes, Nick Cannon did have an obnoxiously loud laugh. But i digress. Back to the story. The boo and I were able to sneak out without Stalker Phil noticing. That was a close one. So today on my way to work things were going okay. Until I stopped to get a Starbucks. While waiting at the light to leave the shopping center, I watched the light cycle complete 3 times...each time skipping me. Finally after sitting at the light for 7 minutes I said "F it" and looked for oncoming traffic then just went through the red lights. Then "beep.beep". My car alerts me that I need gas a.s.a.p. I pull into a Chevron because I am not dangerously close to being late for work. Pay for gas, and then notice that my gas door open lever is not working. I am pulling and pulling but my gas door will not open. Luckily I had all the left-over signed papers from the tow-truck driver next to me and was able to fold them up and shove them into the little door to get it to open and allow me to put gas in my gar. Oh goody, I made it to work today. On the upside, it's now a 3 day-weekend. Wish me luck.

When it rains, it poors.

Yesterday was absolutely ridiculous. The day starts off nice. My boyfriend leaves leaves for work before me, so when he was ready to leave I went back to my own house. On the way to work I really wanted to stop and get a chocolate cheesecake muffin and an orange juice, but since I'm trying to NOT spend money all the time, I changed my mind at the last minute. This caused me to take a different route to work then I had originally planned. I was coming down a main road towards the coast and was about to pass my parents neighborhood. Then, this beezy in the car in front of me ruined my day. She was no more than a foot or two in front of the line when the light turned yellow. the 20 cars behind her still could have made it before the light went red. But no. She decided to slam on her breaks as if Jesus had just appeared in front of her car holding her first born child and a check for twenty million dollars. I tried to veer into the next lane while also slamming my foot so hard onto the break that i was almost Flinstoning my ass to a stop. My plan to avoid my first accident went a rye when I couldn't make it into the other lane in time and my top left Prius bumper hit her back right Kia bumper. As we drove into my parents neighborhood to exchange information she said "Thanks for stopping, the last person I got into an accident with just drove away." When you have enough accidents to tell stories about them, you need to reevaluate your driving. Luckily, there wasn't too much damage beyond paint and I grudgingly got back on the road to work. Only 6 minutes late, thank you very much. Work was okay. Then the boo calls me to say he is going to be off work late. No biggie. i go home, say hello to Jersey, my 1 1/2 year old cat who is the love of my life, and settle in for some DVR'ed Conan. I live in a house, in a gated neighborhood, in the ghetto. All the curbs in the neighborhood are red fire lanes, and there are only 4 parking spots. Well i live with 2 other roommates, so you can see where there would be a problem. We just got new coloured passes. Red passes get the parking spots for a 24 hour period starting at 6pm on odd days, and even days for blue passes. Well yesterday was an even number day and I have a red pass so I was technically suposed to be gone by 6pm (which could have happened if the boo would have been off work on time!). I'm sitting there in bed with my flannel sheets when all of a sudden, at 6:30 I, unprovoked, look out the window. Well what do i see?! My car loaded onto a tow truck. I run outside with no shoes, spraining my toe in the process, and ask the not too bad looking tow truck driver what I can do. My only option was to pay $87. Although I have little to no money to my name, I still had some money left on my low small credit card. I'm filling out the paperwork and listening to hotty mctow-truck-driver tell me how stupid the rules are here and that he hopes my day doesn't get any worse. Isn't owning a Prius meant to give you good luck?? I'm helping the environment! I'm doing a good thing!! Okay, I know, the tow truck incident was my fault. But God, work with me here. Maybe just spread it out a bit!! I'm only 21, I don't know how much stress I can handle emotionally or financially. Well (un)fortunately I made it into work today safe. no car accident. No tickets. No tow trucks. It is pooring though, which I like- and feel is slightly ironic.

Genesis

Blog one. Day one. Almost starting 2011. I wish I had some revelation or epiphany that was the spark for starting this blog. But to be perfectly honest, it was inspired by an episode of 16 and Pregnant on MTV. The last girl of the season, the lucky one to get a full hour and a half to immortalize her mistakes and triumphs over immaturity, had a blog. She used it as a journal to help get everything out and help her externalize her issues and struggles. I probably should have started this a long time ago so there will be a lot of catching up to do. There are a couple of key players that cannot go without mention. I'm hoping this will be the child created via immaculate conception from Chelsea Handler and David Sedaris. I'm not sure if i even want this to become something people read and enjoy, or if I'm just too cheap to buy a journal. Either way, if anyone stumbles upon this, I think they will enjoy. At the very least, it should make them feel slightly better about their own life.