Five days in..

and I'm already dreading my birthday. I turn 23 this year on the 25th. Then what..
I guess nothing. 23 isn't really a milestone year. Neither was 21 really, I mean I already drank even if it was illegal. Whatever. This year will prbably be like last year. It'll come and pass without anyone noticing. I wish someone would throw me a surprise party, or even take me out. But no, I'll spend it at school since it's during the week. How lame. Oh well. Birthdays as a kid were the coolest. With cake and pinatas of some weird animals or your favorite t.v. show. All the candy you could eat and soda you could drink. All the presents you asked for. It was like Christmas but cooler since you didn't have to wait for all your cousins to slowly open their gifts, only you get gifts. And everyone has to do what you want because it's your birthday, so you make the rules! It's the greatest. As you get older, they become less and less exciting. Now it's like, "well we have to get together on the weekend because everyone is busy, oh and this person doesn't like this type of food so we can't eat here..." It's lame and so business like. There's no party anymore. No more enjoyment. Maybe it's just me and my group of friends. Hopefully this year is different. Maybe this year I'll actually get what I ask for. Something cool like a better non gas-guzzling car or maybe even some damn pants.

I only own 3 pairs of pants. How sad is that. I need to get my shit together. I mean it shouldn't be this hard to find a part time job. I'm so lame. Anyway.

So Andy finally got a girlfriend. Good for him. Seriously. But I kind of don't like hanging out with them. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love them both.. yeah I said it.. but he gets really weird and touchy feely with her in front of me and it totally makes me uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. It's cool that he's all excited but it's like, "ok guys.. cut it out, I'm sitting right here... You just asked me a question and now you're not even listening to my answer... HELLO!! HEEEELLLLOOOO!! Anybody home.. Ugh..."
It's weird. I don't know. Maybe they'll stop one day. Or maybe it'll just get worse and they'll jump each other at the damn table. I don't know. It's weird.

Midterms are here. Yay.. not really. Ugh. My culinary midterm wasn't that bad. It tasted ok. I don't know. What sucks is that we're loosing a week in that class. Instead of having our final on the last week of March as scheduled, it's on March 23rd. So now I have to think of a three course meal.. Maybe an appetizer, entree & dessert. I don't know. I still don't know what the school is going to do in regards to the fact that we're getting thrown out on the street. Thanks alot guy who owns the damn building for selling us out. You suck. Now we aren't going to have a kitchen or place to learn anymore. It sucks. So should I even buy my textbook for Intenational Cuisine or should I just jump into some lava and die because all other culinary schools are like 40 thousand a semester.

What a bitch. Oh well. So a "friend" of mine came down from the boonies to visit the valley. I don't know what's worse. The fact that she's only decided to "grace us" with her presence for a week or the fact that she thinks I should drop everything to visit with her. Hellp bitch, I have a life. The little world of Sylmar didn't stop turning just because you decided to pack your shit and move to fucking Montana. Montana. Seriously. What the fuck is there to do out there that you couldn't fucking do out here. And then the kicker, she invites me to her grandmas house for a BBQ and says oh yeah and your ex is going to be there. Yeah that sounds like a fucking hell of a party I want to be at. I really want to spend time with an ex who constantly treated me like shit, fucked HER behind my back (twice) and apparently is still in love with me. What the fuck! What a stupid bitch. Anyway.

So Carlos says last night he wants to hang out with her. That's cool. Doesn't bother me at all, no seriously.. it doesn't. So he goes for about an hour and comes back laughing. What the hell.. ok so then he tells me that she got uber fat. Like morbidly obese.. Like B word fat (the fat people who's lips have trouble pronouncing the B's without spitting and breathing hard. Wow. This was the girl that in high school everyone wanted to fuck, and most did. He said that she was all over him because he looks good. I clenched my fist a little but he said to let him finish so I did. She told him "wow you're like dreamy, you look really good and fit. You're really sexy, tell Aimee she's really lucky. You look really good." I laughed, not because it isn't true but, because if she wasn't such a whore they would have dated billions of years ago. Oh well. Ha ha ha. Her loss. My win! Yay! Anyway, back to reality. So then he said, they started talking about what we've been up to and he said she got a little sad because where she lives there's only so many people and everything is like 15 miles from them. How lame. She left all this to go do nothing, live in a trailer, and drive a rusted out astro van basically. What the fuck.

It's weird, but since he said that she's morbidly obese and cleans toilets at a hotel for a living and lives in a busted ass trailer I feel bad for her. I might go visit her just because I feel bad, but not bad enough to not go looking as fucking good as possible. Got some skirts and tops to wash. Got some people to show up a little on Saturday! Karma is a bitch, bitch! Ha ha ha ha ha!

"To say there is no bad karma is the same as saying that when you drive over a cliff that only good things will happen." - J.J. Dewey