just like herpes...

..im back.

its been 6 months since my last post! tons has happened in that time, but i wont bore you with a lengthy update, just lil tidbits.

lacking income, i had to move back in with my birthmom. perks? free washing, no worrying if the roommates friends are going to go through my closet and play dress up [BIJAN!!!], and theres always food in the fridge.

about a week ago, i got my settlement check for my bike accident which is sweeeet! im actually using my spankin new laptop that i bought with my winnings right now. im considering moving to oregon if i can find a job up there. im planning on purchasing a camera so i can travel and blog regularly. hopefully my new gadgets and knack for ending up in ridiculous situations can snag me a blog job-writing skills to follow. :)

soo onto the goss.

love life? in transit.

im dating two guys and let me tell you, its EXHAUSTING. it got to the point where Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I'd go out with Art*, and Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, I'd go out with Jack*. Luckily, these boys are paid, otherwise id be in debt til the next millenium paying for all these dates! recently however, ive been seeing less of art and alot of Jack.

Jack doesnt want a relationship-just relations. . oddly, hes very keen on knowing my whereabouts and company. its a bummer, because im starting to have feelings for him.

Art...well i dont know what he wants. i know hes not seeing anyone else, but i dont feel the same chemistry with him that i have with jack.

pffft im so conflicted.

**names have been changed to protect my ass from snooping boyfriends

goodbye summer...?

september went by real quick.
nothing really is happening with my case with my accident. the lawyers and doctors and paper pushers are all in this circle jerk of retardation, and theres nothing to be done to speed up the process.

i had a rolickin good time at the american medical marijuana association's competition for strain of the year! i met ed rosenthal and rolled the fattest joint ive ever smoked with high times writer kyle kushman.

kyle kushman

this weekend was one of the best ive had all summer. i went to LA on wednesday for an interview, then went out dancing with a friend in hollywood. thursday, parky and i went to noho for sushi, and ended up at this joint called tokyo delves. the sushi was meh, but it was a badass party the whole time!

showin whats up at tokyo delves

friday, parky and ivan and i went to the rainbow room, where the guy who played leatherface hit on me nonstop, and then proceeded to spit run dmc rhymes at me til i left. saturday, parky and i got some HUGE 34oz beers for $7, and went to the pink floyd 3d laser show at laserium

mmm..breakfast

long time, too lazy

the title says it all.

so much has happened these last 2 1/2 months since i came home. if you arent familiar with it all, here's the cliffsnotes version:

brother gets in horrible accident, i freak out and leave france within 24 hrs.
get home, hardly to the fanfare i hoped for.
week later, found job.
2 weeks later, found place to live in downtown sj.
3 weeks later, and 3 days before i start my job, i got run over by a car, essentially killing any chance i had of having an awesome summer :(

so basically, this entire summer ive been spudsin it up on my couch. LAME!
but this post is not to update or complain about my current situation.
it is simply an apology.
im sorry for being a lazy lucy and neglecting my rarely read blog, and i promise to be more active in this publicly yuppie-fied narcissistic form of 'dear diary..' and feeble journalism.
pictures and regular posts to come.

ladies can show pride too!

Bo: Our playoff beards!
Me: I love it...but why are they ginger?
Bo: BECAUSE WE'RE GINGERS!! AND DONT ASK QUESTIONS!!!

on the daily

today was great-at least so far. i woke up to the sound of the rain on my camper while i was snug as a bug in a rug in my sleeping bag. didnt have to get up until 1. then i had the bar to myself for about 2 hours. its hard to find a nice quiet place to yourself around here, and getting the bar to yourself is damn near impossible. but here i am, sitting infront of the woodburning stove, feet propped up toasting and a sweet old dog by my side.
life is good.

miss list

so im not as homesick as i used to be. im not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing. but i do still crave hearing the familiar voices of the people i love and seeing certain things. the old cliche "you dont know what you got til its gone" is so true.
i fucking hate cliches.
heres my list of things that pulls at my heart strings, in no particular order, except for the first.
DUH.

my dylie boo

mexicans!

mmm..number 16 with.. *DROOOOOOL*

and lastly but DEFINITELY but not least, TAPATIO.

i realized after i put these up that alot of the pictures are weird close up face shots. a littttttle creepy. yeah. sorry. and if you arent up here, then i probably dont miss you. nahh im kiddin. its just that all these were on my computer and im too damn lazy to troll through myspaces and facebooks for pictures.

GOD VERDOMMT!

God Verdommt=god dammit
translated literally from dutch, "god verdommt" [hot fer-domt], means 'god refuses flatly'.
i love literal translations.

me doing the touristy thing. thats the dordogne river behind me.

so i been workin my butt off here at camp moto, and ive already lost some of that nasty british weight! yay! in other news, i got dumped. aint no thang. really.
when i got here, i [stupidly] proclaimed that the only way i would get up on the bar and dance with the stripper pole was if i was 10 beers in and def leppard was on. well surprise surprise, friday night it just so happened i was TWELVE beers to the wind and my song came on. i of course honored my promise, but required martijn, a cutie patootie dutch boy to get up with me. soo fun. he stripped more than i did, and when i refused to take off any more clothes, renske jumped up and whipped off her top. pictures to follow.
yowza.

im very pleased my hair is getting longer. woohoo!

olly. cutest.dog.EVER.

dont mind the dead guy in the background.

on saturday, martijn and gerard [the dutch brothers] and i went to rocamadour. the road there is dotted with caves on either side, offering curious caves and undiscovered nooks and crannies. we passed one of these nooks, and sharply pulled over to explore. hidden from sight was a gorgeous oasis of red soil walls, ferns and ivy crawling up ancient trees. it felt like we were the first to discover this treasure, but the wall told us differently. we added our marks and continued to rocamadour.

yeah i did it. so what.