Here's to Mr. Big

I finished the Sex and the City Series.

I loved the Series Finale - It was so good. I lahhhve!

Here's to Chipotle

"Steak Hard Tacos, please"
"Mild"
"Little to None Sour Cream"
"Cheese and Lettuce"
"And can I also get a bag of chips and guacamole?"

So, I went to Chipotle for the first time this summer in Fremont. I had gone once to the Chipotle in Cupertino but that doesn't count.

But if you know me, or knew me Senior year, you would know that this is a complete outrage! I used to go to Chipotle at least four days a week and sometimes I would go twice a day - during school and afterschool. I would ditch school just do I could get Chipotle. I guess you could say this is boarderline Chipotle-Addiction or maybe even addiction. WHATEVER - I admit it. I was a Chipotle Addict. It got to the point where the ladies knew me and knew somewhat about my life. And I got some free chips here and there.

During Senior year, I would ditch school but not until 11am - because that's when Chipotle opened. Normally this was during Statistics (Sorry Mr. E - not like you noticed). But I would go, sometimes with people - KJ, Wintha, Roxy. And we would sometimes swing by Panera. But Chipotle. And I would take my friends' orders and come back to school with a box or two of Chipotle - it was amazing. And some how I only managed two absences on my report card thing. But then again, fwiends and I would ditch school for all kinds of food - or I guess just sushi and food. But more Chipotle than anything. Or at least I would.

Oh how much Chipotle loved us - they gave us a hella good discount for a fundraiser/present we had for our class at the end of the year. And then fwiends and I took it home. Slash we got special orders.

There was a time last summer, I had gone to Chipotle during the day to get food for my dad and me and the lady was all nice to me and what not. And then later that day one of my friends had gone, and said "Hey I saw your friend here earlier." Yeah - a little ridculous.

I remember I came home for Winter Break and Spring Break and the lady I know at the one in Newark said to me, "oh I haven't seen you in awhile, where's your boyfriend?"

I think most of my allowance went to Chipotle. "You're Welcome"

Oh Chipotle ::swoons::

But when I went there last night - it just wasnt the same. It didn't taste the same. I don't know if it was what Chipotle meant to me that it tasted so good or that I was in a Chipotle phase.

I think I am in a spaghetti phase.

Here's to Michael Phelps

aka Me-My-Michael Phelps.

Congratulations on Winning 8 Olympic Gold Medals on the Olympics that started at 8:00pm on 8.08.08!

I knew you first. I saw you swim live.

Oh herrrrrooooooo!







Even they want a piece of him.








Poor kid.







Nice to see you outside of a swimsuit.
You look cute.










Oh herrrrrooooo Lebron, my name is Michael Phelps. I have something you dont have - a gold medal.










I want them to be together. She is such a cutie.











Now that swimming is over, so is the Olympics.
While watching the Olympics, I wish I had stuck to a sport - like swimming.

Boo Hoo

Here's to the First Roadtrip

in photographs. with some commentary because i dont really feel like typing at the moment.

at 430 in the morning, on the five.








love's gas station in lost city








first stop: venice beach








no tattoo yet











so it took me, two people infront of me to go. a lot of thinking and consultation, half a john mayer song, adriana holding my legs, and kj holding my hands. and a whole lot of making fun of by felix.






the product








with Felix at the House of Ink on Venice Beach











ethopian food in little ethopia. so goood!








pinkberry!











disneyland!
yes we're attractive people










F.A. Status








We Flew Kites!
JuJu Cereal Bar!


Here's to Many More!

Here's to Absolutely Nothing

the original post of this was 8/16

i meant to post but i forgot.
and there was really nothing.

i fail.

Here's to Strength (or I guess Weaknesses)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I like to think I am pretty strong person. But I guess not.
I know I am not the strongest person physically, I mean I am 5, 5'1" on a good day.
But I thought I was a pretty strong person, I mean I was done.
But really, you can't do this. I can't do this. This is just too much.

It probably means nothing to you. And I could just be making stuff up, but I don't think so.
You have to be wondering too, right?

It's amazing how I fast I crumble.

Here's to Boys & Realization

I officially know what I know (I think) (At least for now - today).

So I am driving home from work today and I have this epiphany-esque moment.
I know what I want.

If you're a close friend, I'll tell you one day when we hang out.
But since this thing is out in the open, sorry.