The Wonder

How come I finally find a dress I am completely infatuated with and it is always $400. Or how come this one was sold in a matter of minutes. THERE WAS ONLY ONE LEFT IN MY SIZE. How dare you taunt me. I want to cry a little bit. I did find my designer of choice though.

This depresses me.

I should have more of a social life tonight, but I don’t. Staying home with my giant tea cup is fine. There’s nothing I need to prove.

its dangerous stuff.

how can it rain after a day like today?

I LOVE DISNEYLAND! Last day of Disney today :(

BUT IM MAKIN IT COUNT!

This is not going smoothly so far. Our tickets were weird and made us go to a different gate. By that time we couldnt board because our 30 minutes to check in was up and somebody else took our seats. Now we’re waiting for an 8:00am flight and I’m just praying we’ll make something soon. Sadly, this flight looks like its booked too…people should really listen to me sometimes. I may be wild, but I’m good with traveling, directions, and most common sense things. Flight 504, you anger me. This is great.

Kind of a disgusting picture, but disregard my posture and face. Simone looks cute. I cannot wait! I had to work today, which was a shame. People are so stupid. I was in a great mood today, especially because it was extremely sunny. Then I cruised over to Theno’s to pick up my paycheck, checked the schedule to see who was working, picked up the check, said hello and that I only came to get the check and left. Why is it that the second I open my front door a girl from work calls me and says I’m working today. WHAT THE HELL. YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME A FULL 30 MINUTES AFTER MY SHIFT STARTED. What is wrong with you? People are so strange. Like really? REALLY? What is going through people’s heads? “Ohhh I just thought you were changing your clothes!” NO wrong answer. You’re supposed to say “oh Alyssa I’m so happy I get to work with you today” just like you always do. SHEESH.

Anyway, I’m thrilled to escape the Wood for a day to enter some other ones. Hello Snow White, you’re home is looking a lot more welcome than my own.

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Que? This is all I eat!

Last year my mom told me it was daylight savings 2 weeks early on accident. Never had I been so frustrated with technology in my life. I had to ask the internet what time it was. Today, I didn’t even notice the change.

“I remember you, do you remember me?” 

“YOU KNOW MY FAVORITE FLAVOR!”

-Little kids at work

Cake batter+Midnight=Best ice cream combo in a while.

I want a nap.

I love my job.

I feel like making something and cleaning my room. Not homework.

watching this:

Today was exhausting and awesome. School is pretty nonexistent to me. There is no such thing as a bad school day because they are all the same. Highlights? Cupcake Royale, seeing Kirst since I never do, thai food, obese people movies, and peeling my orange in one roll. I’m so happy I had thai iced tea today. Everyone should try it, unless if they are allergic to magic in a cup.

I had McDonalds for the first time in 6+ months today. It really wasn’t that good. I tried rearranging my room and had to move it all back because it looked awkward. I hate how I always want change and can never make it happen. My room will look cleaner and less clutterfied, after my nap.

This weekend I went to a Model UN conference at UC Berkely. My grandma also lives in Oakland, so I planned on visiting her during my short four day visit. On Saturday, I called her and made plans for dinner at 6:30pm. We decided it would be best if she met me in Oakland at my hotel and we’d drive from there since my advisor was not too keen on letting us ride the bart alone. After comittee was over, all of the delegates and I shuffled behind Backstrom and Cox to the Bart station in downtown Berkely. It was extremely crowded as usual, so Kyle, Backstrom, and me tried another gate. I put my ticket in the slot and for some unfortunate reason it didn’t work. Kyle looked up at me from the stairs yelled “come on!” and dissapeared below.

I knew I had to buy a new ticket and it took too long. I booked it through the uncrowded gate and scrambled to find my group. Not to be seen anywhere, I decided to be proactive and catch the next train. I consider myself fairly competent with public transportation. I’ve ridden the metro bus in Seattle and am the most experienced bus rider out of all my friends and Bart only goes two directions, so its pretty simple. I opened my purse to grab my cellphone and knew I should call Backstrom before he panicked. The screen was completely black. My phone was completely out of battery. Shoot.

I glanced to my right and saw a Richmond train approaching. “Perfect! I’ve beaten the crowds,” I naively thought to myself. The train was pretty empty. A deaf family sat infront of me, playing and surfing the car down the tunnel. Then my intuition started kicking me into gear even harder when the car stopped at El Cerrito, a stop I’ve never heard of. I was already paranoid, so I decided I hadn’t noticed it before and prayed I was on the right train. My eyes scoured the train for a map of the Richmond route. After the second stop we hit, El Cerrito-Norte, I found the map right in front of me. I was headed north, in the opposite direction. I told myself I’d just get off at the next station and switch sides, call with the pay phone and everything would work out.

There wasn’t a stop for about ten minutes, I ended up at the end of the line, Richmond Station. I tried calming down and looked for the time of the next train. It was due to come in 18 minutes and 28 seconds. It was 6:24 pm. I was supposed to meet Grandmere in 6 minutes. Oh shit. I grabbed all the quarters I could find and walked to the phone. Stupidly, I dialed my home phone and put my only four quarters in the coin slot. It was 6:30pm on a Saturday, a time when my dad is in the car picking my mom up from work. I was on the brink of tears and out of quarters when a cute hispanic boy offered me his phone. I called my unsuspecting father (who was thrilled I was calling him) and asked him to call my gma since I had no other numbers to use and he was driving. He didn’t have her cell number. A little more panic sets in and I return the phone. I make a little bit of small talk with cute boy and talk about dance and how much I’d rather live there. We were a match made in heaven, I swear.

The train comes and I ride it all the way back to Oakland. Every song on my ipod was about my dilemma. When I Get Home, You’re so dead, Stop This Train, Lights Out, etc. Eight stops later, I get out and say goodbye to all of the friends I made on the train. People in Oakland are extremely friendly. I put my ticket through the exit gate and booked it through city center, crossed two streets, past the belhops and past the lobby expecting Backstrom and Cox to be waiting on the couch. I look into window as I pass it, three cops are standing by a group of people covering a quarter of the lobby. There I stood, completely mortified and smothered for five minutes balling and desperate to hide when Grandmere’s tiny head popped up. I made it back, but there was no way I wanted to go to dinner like that. I went anyway.

The rest of the night also had a lost theme, but I’m done with ironies from Saturday for now. Did I mention I bought a “forget me not” ring that same day? Or we lost our car? Or that my grandpa Chuck went missing with the car in Oakland, completely lost?

Yeah, it was embarrassing and completely ridiculous trip to say the least.