A letter and an 8 ball

I meant to write a blog shortly after my last one filled with random words, but I was just waiting to hear.

SO I can finally say that I have somewhere to go. I've been waiting for an acceptance letter for quite some time, frequently checking my mailbox, feeling like a kid waiting for some prize or something. Well, I finally got one, a few weeks ago? Yes, my last post was in response to getting accepted to SFSU.

I was waiting to post until I heard from SJSU so I would have something settled. Now I am most certainly going to attend SFSU this fall, since my major is impacted at SJSU and all the local residents filled the spots first.  AHH. Well, I'm still very very excited for SF. 

AND I AM

NOW 20!

AND I still will not be able to go to out to clubs and such, but more importantly, watch bands perform. Oh well, next year, because I'm not cool enough to get a fake ID or know anyone who is 21 so I can steal their ID. Bummerhummerbummersdkjsdkf

I had a great birthday and now have a major sweet tooth because of all the desserts thanks to:

Mother and her interesting cake frosting expertise. 

Gina picking up my mothers slack with an amazing funfetti cake split into thirds of various red candies. YES. Oh plus a number, Siiiiiiixxxx candle on top. 

Barbara who made me coconut macaroons!

Tonight Janine, Katy, Gina, Jeff and I went to Bombay where the goal was to finish all of the food, and we came pretty close. We then traveled downtown where it was impossible for us to find a parking spot, luckily Jeff was able to park close. 

READY TO GO OUT

because Jay Z is playing.

APPARENTLY SAW A MEXI-MIDGET

and laughing about it, but not as much as a Brit. 

version of Una Noche. 

ICE CREAM ICE CREAM 

I mean, dog food with the occasional hidden tooth.

SLUTSGROSSGIRLS

EVERYWHEREAHHH

JEFFSCOMMENTSHA

POTENTIALFIGHTWHA

BACKOFFNOSEHATGIRL

YOUCAN'TBETAKENCERIAL

Jeff after he messed some chick up, she's still crying.

WE HARDLY TAKE PICS TOGETHER

SO WHEN WE DO

we get emotional.

Oh and I didn't even mention the gift gina and katy gave me! Well of course they made me an amazing card, as always, with an eight ball included and necessary items for living in San Francisco.

Like when I'm hanging out in chinatown, when it rains, when I want to to fly a kite in the park, if I want to throw things at people, the usual things. But most importantly, I have three boxes of rice a roni to get me started in a place with empty cabinets. 

One question though, is it going to be a good year? 

Eight ball sayyssssss:

"YOU KNOW IT HO!"

Active Discussion

Anon • February 9th 2012

gina • March 6th 2010 • Reply
This entire post made me so happy. Too bad you couldn't get a picture of those ugly hos--sorry, I mean fucking sexy girls who were trying to start shit with us. Too bad we didn't ask 8-Ball if we should have started a fight with them. I wonder if we would have gotten "Ooo-eee, you know that ain't about to happen," or "That it do, baby boo."

Jeff Micklos • March 6th 2010 • Reply
OH look, you can't even tell that my shirt is wrinkled!

ANYWAYS, I like those pictures. I would like alll of them in my email... please.