Woahhh there, familia. You thought you had lost me for good, eh? N E V E R . *cue evil laugh* But really. I have been all over California for the past 2 weeks so my apologies for not writing sooner. I know the question on everyone's mind; "What grand, romantic, over-the-top gesture did Prince Eric whip up for Valentine's Day?!?!?!" That would be leaving me by myself at my apartment to eat a free cupcake from my leasing office, pink pancakes for dinner, an episode of American Idol and going to bed at 8pm. In his defense, we were leaving for the Happiest Place on Earth the next day, so there was that. We found it ironic that the two cheesiest and pro-Valentines day advocates didn't even see each other on the Day of lurrrve. But I mean...Disneyland!!!
We had our fair share of adventures on the way, but since they didn't take place in Cowtown I am not permitted to share them on this blog. Sorry. Okayfine. We experienced some car troubles that I have since named the "Wuzzy Woes". Poor fellah got a little frog in his throat (otherwise known as metal shavings in his compressor). I wasn't about to go act like an adult and talk to a car mechanic, so I handed the reigns over to Eric on that one. Wuzzy is all bettah now, and we made it home safe and sound! Plus, bonus point; we even got away with not worrying Nani, which is always a great thing! ;)
We provided third-wheel entertainment to Eric's twin brother, who we also drove to LA. It was all fun and games until someone gave him control of the music; crooning country for 5 hours, people. Wasn't expecting that when I have become so accustomed to Eric's Sinatra playlists. They aren't identical twins, so what can ya do. Disneyland itself was as magical as ever! I had warned Eric that Disneyland turns me into a 5-year-old girl...I was giddy to say the least. I was pleased to find that Eric shared my distain for Its a Small World and my love for cotton candy. We frolicked to our heart's desire and left with one too many cliche Disneyland pictures.
This past weekend I took a gander back to the Bay. Its no Disneyland, but it sure is up there ;) I stopped in Berkeley on my way; it was my first time and I had only heard about how "butt ugly" the campus was. As much as it kills me to admit it, Berkley is beautiful!! My friend lives in a sorority house and my horrific visions of what Greek houses looked like were completely dispelled. They had granite counter tops in the bathroom....I gotta get me in one of those. Back in the SC I got my first good night's sleep in oh, I don't know, all year, and I was reunited with my love affair: Costco free samples. I greatly enjoyed cable and free laundry and showers with good water pressure. But Monday afternoon classes beckoned, so it was back to Cowtown for me. Today my writing class spent 45 minutes coming up with a formal definition for the term "fast food". Ah, its good to be back.
In Tour Guide news, I successfully led an tour in it's entirety this afternoon! Alright, I was practicing with a friend. But I still did it and I am SO ready to be done memorizing that gosh darn script! I edited it and added my own jokes, which personally I think are pretty fan-freaking-tastic. But I'll let the parents be the judge of that.
Well folks, in the spirit of honesty, I was hoping for something a little more thrilling to occur before posting this one. But alas, the annoying older sister has nagged me once again for a new entry, so this will have to do. 3 weeks until finals! GET PUMPED!
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
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I couldn't tell you why, but I feel a little anxious sitting down to write this post. I think its because some of my family members (not going to point fingers, of course) decided to publicly announce this little blog o' mine to the whole free world. Now I won't lie to you, I let myself get excited thinking about my increase in readers; but once I found myself daydreaming about quitting school and becoming a paid, full-time blogger, I knew I needed to hold my horses! So, whoever out there is a "first-time" reader; welcome! Please join the others in a weekly 7 minute reading regimine. But please remember, those are 7 minutes that you will never get back.
I realize that I have an impending disownment from my sister at the moment. I committed the atrocity of all atrocities. I forgot to include my adventure with her on my Cowtown blog. *face palm* Now, to be fair, it didn't take place in Cowtown. I'm talking about good ol' Sparks, Nevada. Quite possibly more fun than Disneyland. A few Sundays back I woke up to 3 texts from Taylor (who has a severe case of lonelyphobia),insisting begging me to come visit her. I made up excuses until I heard the words "Bachelor" and "chocolate meringues". I packed my bag and Wuzzy and I took off on a great adventure to Renoland! Tay and I stayed inside baking & cooking (mkay, she baked; I watched), cuddling with the Nubster, chit-chatting and switching the TV between the Grammy's and the Bachelor wedding. A much harder choice than you may think. So there you go, Taylor; a shout-out! As much as I wish she still lived just 30 minutes away, what's another 2 hours? ;) I plan on coming back for more cozies!
Alright, let's move on to the fun stuff. ;)
I don't even know the who/what/when/wheres and whys of the super bowl but I can't say that I care to. All I know is that someone's upset with something over something and some team didn't win something. Though I did watch my Bruno kill the halftime show, wishing on a star that I had Nani's fried artichoke hearts to keep me company.
The past week's event haven't been anything too exhilarating. Perhaps the most entertaining thing to happen to me was overhearring to grown men in a coffee shop discussing Justin Beiber's latest antics. "I think they otta deport him..." "No, I don't believe in deportation under any circumstances." "Well," *lowers his voice* you know if he was brown they would have deported him" ............well then. Try as they might, these fellahs couldn't talk quiet enough to keep me from recording their every word on my phone. A creeper picture or two might have also been taken. (Photo(s) available upon request).
Aside from a political discussion over the Beibs, I have spent my time trying to memorize this darn script. I have learned more statistics about UC Davis than I ever wanted to know. And I'm pretty sure the visitors don't want to know them either. BUT WAIT, did you know we have a wine cellar that holds over 60,000 bottles of wine?! Not sure what parent would want to hear that on a college tour, but I gotta stick to the script! I have memorzied about 11 pages and have already lost my voice and motivation. Just a few more weeks until I have to certify!
And now, for the cute Eric moment of the week! (Who have I become?) Eric and I are planning on leaving for a good ol' fashioned road trip to LA this weekend for Valetine's Day; we'll be staying with his sister and going to Disney! (presh, I know). Since Valentine's Day itself will be spent packing and going to bed at 6pm for our 5am departure the next morning, Eric wanted to still give me a little Valentines Day experience of my own (after all, its my favorite holiday and we are all about the cheese). Long story short...I walk into my room and he had set up a picnic on my floor (it was raining out), complete with candles, a picnic basket (melt my flipping heart), and food set up italian-style. Loaves of bread, olive oil and vinagrettes, prosciutto and cheeses, and perier water-which we felt pretty cool saying over and over in a French accent. It was just too much to handle! I was kinda most excited about eating actual food. We decided to go all out and watch the Notebook as well; and on February 7, 2014, I saw Eric Smith cry for the first time.
I am now realizing the excess of parenthesis in that last paragraph. Deal with it.
Alright folks, my hand hurts and I am falling asleep. Our power has been going out off and on all day (wait...now that I think about it, why do they say that power goes "out"?...), so I'm using it as an excuse to not do anything that I should be doing on this Monday evening. In other words, Pinterest-ing and eating cookies.
I realize that I have an impending disownment from my sister at the moment. I committed the atrocity of all atrocities. I forgot to include my adventure with her on my Cowtown blog. *face palm* Now, to be fair, it didn't take place in Cowtown. I'm talking about good ol' Sparks, Nevada. Quite possibly more fun than Disneyland. A few Sundays back I woke up to 3 texts from Taylor (who has a severe case of lonelyphobia),
Alright, let's move on to the fun stuff. ;)
I don't even know the who/what/when/wheres and whys of the super bowl but I can't say that I care to. All I know is that someone's upset with something over something and some team didn't win something. Though I did watch my Bruno kill the halftime show, wishing on a star that I had Nani's fried artichoke hearts to keep me company.
The past week's event haven't been anything too exhilarating. Perhaps the most entertaining thing to happen to me was overhearring to grown men in a coffee shop discussing Justin Beiber's latest antics. "I think they otta deport him..." "No, I don't believe in deportation under any circumstances." "Well," *lowers his voice* you know if he was brown they would have deported him" ............well then. Try as they might, these fellahs couldn't talk quiet enough to keep me from recording their every word on my phone. A creeper picture or two might have also been taken. (Photo(s) available upon request).
Aside from a political discussion over the Beibs, I have spent my time trying to memorize this darn script. I have learned more statistics about UC Davis than I ever wanted to know. And I'm pretty sure the visitors don't want to know them either. BUT WAIT, did you know we have a wine cellar that holds over 60,000 bottles of wine?! Not sure what parent would want to hear that on a college tour, but I gotta stick to the script! I have memorzied about 11 pages and have already lost my voice and motivation. Just a few more weeks until I have to certify!
And now, for the cute Eric moment of the week! (Who have I become?) Eric and I are planning on leaving for a good ol' fashioned road trip to LA this weekend for Valetine's Day; we'll be staying with his sister and going to Disney! (presh, I know). Since Valentine's Day itself will be spent packing and going to bed at 6pm for our 5am departure the next morning, Eric wanted to still give me a little Valentines Day experience of my own (after all, its my favorite holiday and we are all about the cheese). Long story short...I walk into my room and he had set up a picnic on my floor (it was raining out), complete with candles, a picnic basket (melt my flipping heart), and food set up italian-style. Loaves of bread, olive oil and vinagrettes, prosciutto and cheeses, and perier water-which we felt pretty cool saying over and over in a French accent. It was just too much to handle! I was kinda most excited about eating actual food. We decided to go all out and watch the Notebook as well; and on February 7, 2014, I saw Eric Smith cry for the first time.
I am now realizing the excess of parenthesis in that last paragraph. Deal with it.
Alright folks, my hand hurts and I am falling asleep. Our power has been going out off and on all day (wait...now that I think about it, why do they say that power goes "out"?...), so I'm using it as an excuse to not do anything that I should be doing on this Monday evening. In other words, Pinterest-ing and eating cookies.
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