I would be able to do quite a bit with $250. I could buy a replacement phone, something off of Nice Kicks, a kick ass cut and color package, etc. but the one thing I am dying to do right now is swim with beluga whales! How did this become the #1 wish on my wish list so suddenly? How did beluga whales even come to mind? I’m not sure but I think this means I have to work during zero week and forgo my five days of do-whatever-I-want time.

The US Open of Surfing this year wasn’t nearly as fun for me this year as it was last year. I thought this year would be awesome as fuck (Sorry, Bry-bry) but going with non-beach-going, slow-walking younger sisters at an uneventful hour to wait for a, in my opinion, bad concert was definitely not what I was predicting. Really, I was babysitting. However, I did have someone try to recruit me to be a go-go dancer. I was extremely flattered because I wasn’t made up at all and, at the same time, curious about what it’d feel like to be a part of a rave rather than just an attendee. Even though T-Dawg told me those girls make a lot of money, I think the business card is only useful as an item in my memory box; so if I have kids and lose my figure, they’ll believe me when I say that I wasn’t always a fat soccer mom.

Today marks a month and ten days before I go back to school! It sounds ridiculous to say I’m excited to go back but I am!!!

I still hate driving. Some people find it calming to cruise going nowhere but the streets of Anaheim aren’t very relaxing. I find walking to be a lot more relaxing anyway.

It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve had any kind of alcoholic beverage. I think I’m going to have to break this little streak because my jaw/tooth has been bothering me. If it’s an infection, swishing whiskey around will fix the problem. I’ll probably just end up drinking it but hopefully this will fix the problem and this isn’t some crazy health issue I need to see a dentist for.

The feeling you get when you finally remember the word you were meaning to use.

My favorite types of jokes are nerdy, religious, and pun-ny. Given that, I think it’s safe to conclude that my ideal boy is a practicing nerdy church boy whose shyness prompts him to make lame jokes. Cute.

I’m so glad my mom finally gave up sitting in on my doctor’s visits. During my last visit, she was called out for answering questions for me by the doctor and I guess she got the point. The reality of it is, she doesn’t know anything for sure. It’s my body and she’s not always there when I abuse it. Now I need to convince her I can get there on my own too because she walked in and instantly said, “She’s only here for a general check up, she doesn’t need a pap smear.” Calm your tits, ma. Even if I really did, you simply telling the doctor I don’t wouldn’t override her professional recommendation. No wonder I haven’t told you about my tattoo!!!