College is when you get to know who REALLY keeps in touch.

It really bugged me when I heard you were talking shit. Not really talking shit, but kind of making it seem like MY life wasn't that interesting after I tried showing you a good time. Honestly, what the fuck.

To new beginnings, I guess!

The shit I did Saturday and Sunday night was really unlike me. Fuck.

Moving in next Friday,

I don't want the day to come. I'm scared. If I'm this nervous about moving 10 minutes away from home, imagine how I'd do if I chose to go somewhere down South.

I'm really worried about keeping up with my schoolwork. My senior year at Skyline did not prep me at all for what's to come at one of the most competitive schools in the nation. I don't remember how to study at all. I really have to push myself, or it's BAD. Time to get out of this lazy slump.

Bye, bye to my last free weekend with the homies!

It's been a good weekend. My weekend basically started Wednesday night and it has yet to stop. My weekend basically started once my lips touched a blunt or a lick of alcohol. Good friends and good laughs. I really fuck with it. Drunk people are so funny. Too lazy to list everything I did...

Next weekend, I'll be camping with family. The weekend after that, I'll be in Occidental. The Friday after that, I'm an official Cal student. See me at the dorms! I really want to know who my roomies are...

I can't believe I skipped the entire month of June without writing. What have I been doing? I've been asking myself that question a lot.

I've been dilly-dallying around with friends, going to work, and watching my favorite ridiculous shows on TV. I've been living the good life. There has been a lot of trifles with friends and boys, but none directly involving me. Sometimes I think I'm trifling for looking at other guys and getting their digits, but I'm living carefree so I really just don't care.

I do miss how things used to be though. Kicking it at Austin and Vincent's until the wee hours of the night. Playing spades until we get hella tired. MIEN food! I miss that shit the most. And being in the company of the people from the community - STP and AYPAL folks. I really do miss everyone, but I'm excited that Linda organized this hiking trip! Seeing old faces might be weird for a few, but great for most.

A high school weekend at its finest!

Everything about this weekend made me appreciate being a senior and my friends.

Thursday to Saturday I got to go to three amusement parks in SoCal (Disneyland, Universal Studios, and Magic Mountain) with friends and classmates for GradNite. There were illegal substances and outta pocket dares on the bus. Definitely something I will never forget. Do it for the THREE!

Sunday, Miranda and I were off to Austin's to celebrate his birthday. Drinking games and delicious Mien food is fasho da best. Afterwards, we were off to shenanigans that led us to another birthday boy's house for more dares. I'm really glad I got to see him that night. People were really tryna push us together with dirty dares! I will never look at maple syrup the same way...

Today, I hella wanted to stay home because I was exhausted and I felt bad for not being home the entire weekend but Donna called me for Thriftown. 50% clothing? I couldn't resist. After shopping, we were off to Stinson Beach for Hannah's birthday. It was SO beautiful. Dancing at the beach and looking at the beautiful ocean around us, I was juiced off life. It made me so sentimental.

My senior year has been SO good to me! I wouldn't change a thing. I'm hella happy with my life right now. Now I must write this graduation speech by Friday and prep for finals next week. Zamn daddy, I'm bouta cry.

Happy Ratema,

I'm probably the happiest I've been in so fucking long. The only thing I'm remotely worried about is passing my last marking period of Physiology, but other than that, my life is great.

Been talking to a new guy and he's sooo sweet. He's not the player-type sweet, but genuinely sweet. Had a little quadruple date Friday (hopefully this one isn't cursed like that quintuple date), and it was hella chill and fun. It proved that we could hang out sober, because before that, we were always on as fuck. I is a happy camper! :)

Saturday was Cinco De FUCKEDUP and I got shwasted. Kinda wished I calmed my ass down, but I had a lot of fun. It was like a fucking Montera reunion. First party I've been to in a while where I actually knew most of the people there! Good shit.

Went to the Oyster Farm with cousins today. Got buzzed on champagne and took my baby cousin to go play in the water. Good food, good people, and a good buzz. It's been real.