me right now

homemade chocolate cake + avett brothers + friday

LIFE IS GOOD, BITCHES.

i like him :)

he went with me to see the avett brothers the night before my birthday [arlington theater, santa barbara. beautiful. amazing. best.]

he helped me jump my saab the morning of my big day ["i said i wouldn't help you anymore, but it's your birthday"]

he took me to dinner at porto alegre churrascaria [brazilian barbeque. all you can eat meat. sausage, chicken, skirt steak, top sirloin, rib eye, filet mignon wrapped in bacon [?!!!] beef ribs, duck, quail, lamb, AHHHHHH. yes.]

he made me a kick ass birthday card and got me new crocs and is going to buy me a WETSUIT [as soon as i get fitted for one.]

he made me a CAKE. [WHAT? he doesn't bake. this was his first cake. ever. and it was chocolate. and chocolate. and delicious. with chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. shut. up.]

he told me he grows fonder of me every day

i like him, too :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!

i don't know if it's taboo to wish yourself a happy birthday.
maybe it is.
but i don't care.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
I AM 25!!!!

meant to be

before dinner last night, matt's mom noticed that i was still wearing my shell necklace. i told her i've had it on since the summer of '04 [jones beach.] and that i've only taken it off once, when i had to change the string. she lit up and smiled with an understanding look, and proceeded to tell me one of the sweetest stories i've ever heard.

******

when she and her husband were first engaged, she was given the option of a ring or a trip to california. "obviously, i chose california," she said.
obviously.

they made their trek down to california and stopped at their first night's destination. matt's mother stepped out of the car and staring up at her from the ground was a silver ring with a turquoise stone.

she slid it on her finger and there it stayed until just a few years ago when it finally wore out and broke.

but don't worry, she still has it.

:)

"911, what's your emergency?"

1:45am.
"uh, hi. there is an older gentleman outside and he's ringing the doorbell and banging on the door and yelling 'hello! hello!' and i don't know if we should, i'm here with my friend, i don't know if we should see what he wants, or.."
"do not open the door."
"ok, i just, i don't know, he's just ringing the doorbell over and over and.."
"what does this man look like? is he white, black, hispanic"
:s, is he white?: "he's white" :what does he look like?: "he has gray hair, late 60's.."
"what is he wearing?"
:s, do you know what he's wearing?: "ok, he's wearing a white button down shirt. a light colored button down shirt. he's driving a black pickup truck. and now he just pulled into the driveway and got out of the car and now we don't know where he is."
"what is your address?"
:gives address:
"and what is your name and phone number?"
:gives name and phone number:
"you said he was driving a black truck. are you able to get a license plate number?"
:s, can you see the plate?: "we tried before...no, we aren't able to see..wait, did he just drive away, s?"
"do you still need the police?"
"um..he just sped away. he's gone."
"do you still need the police?"
"i guess not..he just sped away."
"ok, well if he comes back you call right back and we'll send somebody over."
"ok. thank you so much for your help. thank you."

JMT

every time i go hiking in the sierras, i can't imagine hiking for more than the few days that we do.

every time i look at this book,

all i want to do is skip town and hike the 212 miles from yosemite to mt. whitney.

i'm not sure which feelings are more real.
probably the ones that are telling me i don't want to do it, since they occur when i am actually out in the wilderness and not lying in bed skimming through a book about said wilderness.

though, in actuality, it's not that i don't want to do it while i'm up in the mountains, it's that my body is telling me that i physically cannot handle it.

so. i really DO want to do it, mentally. all the time. i just need to make my body want to do it, too. [oy. my self is confusing.]

preparing my body will take some [read: a lot of] time.

in the meantime, i am going to enjoy my lunch outside and read this book.
again.

did i ever tell you about the time

that i was hit on at the beach?
on sunday?

i had just hiked/jogged 6 1/2 miles and was feeling good and thought that since i was over by the pacific ocean, i should probably stop for a moment and pay my respects.

i parked my car and noticed a young male skateboarding in the road where the long line of beach cars are parked. i didn't give him any notice. other than the fact that i noticed him.
........

i found myself a nice spot in the sand [the art of choosing a spot at the beach is a mystery to me. everyone does the same thing, even when by oneself. 'how does this spot look? mm, pretty good. oooh, but what about over there? oh yeah, or that, that works. yeah, maybe just a little closer to the water? whaddya think? yeah, yeah this looks good. right? yeah this is good. right?']

anyway. i found my spot. i had my phone out so i could continue a text conversation with my boyfriend. and then i heard someone behind me. i turned around and saw the skater boy. i truly, 100% thought he was going to ask me for money and i was fully prepared to say with complete honesty that i didn't have any cash on me [and i didn't. it was in the car.].

skater: hey
me: hi
s: uh, would you, uh, would you like to go to like, uh, a party tonight?
m: :not expecting that: ohhh, i already have another party tonight [truth.]
s: oh, really?
m: yeahh. i have another party i have to go to. thanks, though!
s: oh ok, yeah
m: bye!

no chance, my friend.
but thanks for the ego boost.



see ya later, boy.

degree? old spice? axe? anything??

i don't care if you're in your mid-60s.
you still need to wear deodorant.
and if you're not, GET OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE OMG.

chop chop

i just cut my hair.

well. i didn't.
jules did.
at floyd's.

this is [i believe] the shortest it has ever been.
ahh.

contrary to my less-than-thrilled face in the above photo, i am really quite stoked with how my hair turned out.
thanks, jules.