Another Thanksgiving is over. Why does time seem to pass much more quickly than it used to? A lot has happened in the past few weeks. So much, in fact, that I wouldn't be able to fit it all in one post. Therefore, I am utilizing the underestimated technique of "highlights."

Life's Highlights:

-Bus Guy actually spoke to me, and, shockingly enough, has an actual name so I won't need to refer to him as Bus Guy anymore. On the other hand, no one will no who I'm talking about if I replace his title with a name. Thus, he will remain Bus Guy and not suddenly transform into Chris.

-Danica and I had our Thanksgiving dinner party on Monday night. I think it went quite well, actually. The people who came seemed to enjoy themselves, anyway.

-I went to have my Tarot cards read on Telegraph the other day. Apparently, I will enjoy a very successful future-both monetarily and emotionally-in which I will meet someone while travelling and eventually have two children, both boys. Let's just say I'm a skeptic.

-My family had our first Thanksgiving without my brother. That was weird.

-I got asked on a date by a hot Italian guy.

I believe that's all I can write at the moment. I'm actually pretty tired. I think I will go read or have a little nap.

*muah*

On my way to the library, I saw a leprechaun. I'm not kidding. He was even wearing green (both his shirt and his hat). Granted, the hat was a Ashton-Kutcher-style trucker's hat, and he was riding a bicycle, not a rainbow, but it was still green and I fully expected to see a four leaf clover sticking out of it. Unfortunately, the clover remained unseen.

Danica and I are going to the Live 105 Not So Silent Night concert in December. I am SO excited. Modest Mouse, Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, Interpol, Muse, Taking Back Sunday...These bands rock. I love them. I'm so glad we were able to find tickets. I hope Joe bought some before the tickets sold out. The scalpers already have them on eBay for about $200 each. Ridiculous considering they were originally selling for $35. I hate scalpers.

I want to know one thing: Who the hell told me that Modest Mouse was one guy? How did they convince me I was wrong that it was a band? Well, check it out! http://www.modestmouse.com And they convinced me I was going insane...Bah.

Just as another piece of useless information, I got new jeans! I finally have more than the two pairs I've been rotating and washing like a madwoman. I can now happily move away from the laundry-once-a-week-or-go-naked style of living. I don't think Martha Stewart would have approved. Doesn't she have some rule about not wearing the same outfit twice in a week long period? Eh, it's probably more like a month or something, but I'm a college kid, give me a break.

Okay, off to do something important! *muah*

~The Ass

I'm being forced to write an autobiography in French, and it's supposed to be a page long. My autobiography in English wouldn't be a page long. My life so far hasn't been all that interesting. I think she realized that this would be a hard assignment to make one page since she went ahead and told us not to make things up. *sigh* Let's see, what can I include in my life story?

1. I was born in San Rafael, and I lived in Corte Madera.
2. We moved for six months to a condo outside of Marin.
3. We moved to Sacremento for a year where I began attending pre-school and then, after an incident involving a banana peel and a teacher, proceeded to drop out.
4. At four, I became obsessed with roller skating, as is evidenced on one of my father's albums.
5. We moved to Los Angeles, more specifically Woodland Hills. I began kindergarten and learned at an early age that I was a procrastinator by nature. I would leave my homework until the morning it was due. Granted, said homework consisted of repeating the same letter over and over, but still.
6. We moved to West Hills. I continued school. (No, I did not drop out.)
7. We moved back to Woodland Hills, but to a new neighborhood. I built a tree fort.
8. We moved to Mendocino, which no one has ever heard of unless they're into wine or expensive California vacations. Or both. I began middle school. What joy was mine.
9. We moved to Cleone. Still in middle school.
10. We moved back to Mendocino. Yep, still in middle school.
11. We moved to Casper. Still in middle school.
12. I began high school, and (shockingly) we moved again, this time to Fort Bragg.
13. Spent all of my high school years in the same house. (Wow.) Went to England with Lucy sophomore year. Then I graduated, and my dad brought us over to Great Britain for a tour.
14. Joined the masses at the University of California at Berkeley, where I began my quest for a major. It's important to note that I had two absolutely fabulous roommates, who, while not exactly helping in the search, were definitely supportive and fun.
15. Decided to double major in Astrophysics and English and thus began the Calculus series. Unfortunately, in my Calculus induced insanity decided to do summer school.
16. Moved out of dorms and into an apartment with Danica, Nancy and Alice T. We suffered through a year of the Gaia building and Panoramic Management. I belive we are stronger for the experience.
17. Decided being an Astrophyics major would kill me and began taking all English classes.
18. Moved out of the Gaia and into a cute little house with Danica and Devika, (and Eric), where we are quite content.
19. Declared.
20. Decided to take a language class since I forgot everything I'd learned in high school. Picked French and now have to write a mini-autobiography.

Okay, I can sum that up in this sentence: I moved a lot, went to school and generally have done nothing of interest.

Will write more later.
*muah*

~The Ass

Considering that I haven't written in a loooong time, this epistle will probably end up being novel-length. I sincerely apologize if this is the case.

As my readers (a group of people to which Devika now claims membership ^_^) probably already know, I went down to Santa Barbara this weekend to visit my friend Sarah. The trip itself was incredibly fun, and it was nice to catch up with Sarah after not talking to her for almost a year. (Don't get me wrong, we didn't have a massive fight or anything, we were both just extremely busy.) But the drive down was killer. I had to make it alone, and-though I managed to cut the time down to about four and a half hours due to both a lack of traffic and my ill-advised tendency to speed-driving alone is boring.

Well, most of the trip was boring. There were a couple of exciting incidents. The first occurred at a sort of intersection for freeways. Two other freeways were merging onto the 101, so the cars were heading into my lane from both sides. Since I was busy trying not to get hit by the cars, I didn't really pay attention to the Pepsi truck coming into the right lane. It was pretty far ahead of me, so I just dismissed it. But when the cans started falling off the back, things got a little exciting. Cars started swerving in and out of lanes trying to dodge these cans-some where exploding, others had been flattened, others were just bouncing-and that means the rest of us drivers have to dodge those idiots, too. We went about half a mile before the cans stopped coming as suddenly as they'd begun. And exciting minute and a half.

Now that I'm back home I have to write a paper on Spenser. It's only four to five pages, but I'm not exactly jumping for joy at the prospect.

Apparently, I've been volunteered to cook enchiladas for tonight's Mystery Dinner Party. *shrugs* Fine, but I'm making some with chicken. And I'll have to buy another baking dish. *making mental list*

Uh-oh, time for class. Gotta jet! *muah*

~The Ass