I’m on a boat!

A few days ago, it was brought to my attention that I haven’t posted in a while, so here goes

Since the last time I was bitching about useless people in my life, I’ve had some fun and epiphanies. Over spring break, I went to Irvine with my favorite, Teresa Sonrisa, and we spent her 18th birthday at California Adventures. She was on a quest to try new things and even though I’m still quite far from crossing the threshold into adulthood, I joined her in her endeavors. For example, we had–and thoroughly enjoyed–our first corn dogs, Teresa a bit moreso than me.

I love this girl.

And even though that’s about all we accomplished in those three days, I actually learned something very useful from being around her. I love that she has no qualms abut striking up a conversation with a stranger, whether it’s asking an employee whether he is fluent in Spanish because his name is Jesus, or marching straight up to the help desk on my behalf with no trace of hesitation dampening her brisk walk (good God, that girl walks fast). So Teresa, I hope you will join me when I turn 18 and we’ll do something ridiculous like streak or skydive to celebrate. And sorry for spitting on you when I wished you a happy birthday, I was just too excited.

After that trip, I came home and visited UC Davis and I have to say, I was very pleasantly surprised. I ran into many old friends and I quite liked the environment. It seems like a very good fit for me, and the fact that I’m rooming with the loveliest girl ever makes the imminent transition even less daunting. After visiting, it finally dawned on me how drastically different my life will be in just a few months, and my mind reduced my remaining days of high school to a mere trifle. I know I was preaching cherishing the limited time we have left, but I am absolutely exhausted from dealing with my peers, who are possibly the largest collection of insensitive, irksome, immature little children I have ever had the misfortune to come across. The only comfort I have left is the fact that I have to deal with this sickening student body for just another month.

I am, however, looking forward to senior ball because it will be the last time I get to justify the alarming hedonism that comes with being a girl during prom season. If you’re reading this, I’ve probably already given you a detailed view of what I’m wearing inside and out. But more importantly, I’m looking forward to sweating the night away with the select few people that I’ve come to know and love, and I’m definitely going to have a good time, because like our wonderful class secretary said today, “Bitch, it’s my fucking boat.”

So MV, I will miss you to death, but to the Matadors, I can’t wait to say a big “fuck you” to you all and leave forever. Except the kids I like. I’m stalking every one of you forever

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