Posting again.

News to note:

I'm going to a John Mayer concert June 5th, the last day of school. The seats kinda of suck but I am psyched anyway.

I'm also going to go see Gwen Stefani June 29th. Our seats are pretty good and I bet her show is going to be amazing. Looking forward to buying an overpriced but probably heinously adorable concert tee.

Guard captain try-outs are at the end of next month, and I still have no idea of what I'm going to do. I don't suppose it really matters. After all, it's going to be between me and Katy-bee. Not that hard of a decision.

I'm listening to the XM radio more now that it's in my room and I'm watching the Vh1 Top 20 video countdown religiously, discovering new music. Paolo Nutini, a 19-year old Scot looks interesting. He's cute and his single "New Shoes" is fantastic. I've also heard Maroon 5's new song, "Makes Me Wonder" and it's fucking amazing. I love the video. In fact, I've bought these slip-on flamingo shoes because they remind me of the video (because of the bright pink?).

I've become a fan of Dancing with the Stars, namely for a certain Apolo Ohno, but I've also become a fan of Joey Fatone. Both are exceptional at dancing and they haven't let me down yet.

I got my hair cut. Yay. It's shorter than I've had it in a while and I have bangs. Right now, I have a severe case of bed head because I haven't washed it in like two days. Gross, I know. But my madre decided to do laundry *right now* so I have to wait to shower. I can't wait for us to get this never-ending water heater thingy, although now that my brother is going to college in a little over five months I don't think it'll matter much anymore.

I'm so psyched for the coming year. Besides tons of amazing movies coming out, plus CDs and concerts, I'm also going to San Diego (hopefully) this summer and we're going to go to Disneyland for marching band.

I've developed this huge love for Pac Sun and their clothes. I find myself buying something everytime I go there, even if it's like, panties or a belt. I love skater style clothes and I also love girly clothes. Yay.

The one person whom I've seen to gravitate towards the past two years is not moving back, like he said he would. He's found someone. I had a very Freudian dream the other day: He came back but he wouldn't let me hug him. Wow. I've also realized I seem to have a thing for his friends who live here. I guess I'm just lonely. I feel pathetic and I hate myself for it.

And now that the hot water is free and I can finally shower, I shall go do that. But first, some pictures!


The wonderful Paolo.


A new outfit with flamingo shoes.


My new hair. I have to let it air dry and then straight iron it because I fail at blow drying.


The fan-freaking-tabulous M5. I love them. Wish they would cut their hair (All of them but Adam grew their hair out, recently).