Curly Cheetos, panda backpack, Super high pony tail, a giggle, contacts, light black eyeliner, computer, keyboard, skittles , office, sunlight, beaches, bubbles, ice cream, rides, sexual jokes, tutoring on Mondays, mexxy car, silver car, sticky tack, ribbons, pink, windows wide open and the wind blowing through.... THis is what I'm made of...

Glitter snazz and pastel Chiffon.



This is what I'm made of...

I dreamnt some guy grabbed my ass. I pushed him up against a pole/wall and began to beat him. He turned blue. then bloody. Then things swelled to an incomprehensible mess. I still kept punching him. i called him "a disgusting, dirty, genetic lab rat." (odd, i know). Coulter breaks it up with "i KNOW you're going through a hard time right now, Sydney, but is this *really* worth going to jail over?!?"

When i woke up both my hands were sore and achy.




Note To Brandon: you'll DIE if you keep this up!

Friday: Sonny's Birthday dinner.
Saturday: to San Jose to San Bruno to San Francisco to Pacifica back to San Francisco then to Half moon bay and then Montara to Home again.
Sunday: Santa Cruz for about 3/4 hours. drove home.Back to Santa Cruz for about 2 hours. Home again.

Weekend Overveiw: Bored. irritated. can we all scream PMS?!