Bitch in a Uniform

Today is St. Patrick's day. You know what that means? It's ignoring personal space day. This lead up to a number of 2 Panic attacks within 30 minutes of each other. Lame I know.

As this move to DC approaches I find myself remembering every little bit of the East Coast trip I went on in 8th grade.

Take for instance when we went to the Hard Rock Cafe In NYC for dinner and started dancing quite obnoxiously to "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" By The Darkness. On the table. (The Teachers didn't find out cause they were on the first floor while my friends and I were seated on the second.)

And who could forget when the tour guide thought I boy when we were on the Lexington and Concord tour. Classic.

Every night of the trip my friends and I would prank call this guy we all had a major crush on. Every call we told him we were this one girl that we could not stand. I regret nothing.

We ended the trip with a mini-dance in a boat that sailed down the Potomac River. And showed those Midwestern teenagers we shared it with how the kids from "The Springs" get down.

OH! I just remembered the flight over. I had to sit next to one of the teachers cause we were seated in alphabetical order. And jus as we were about to take off he turns to me and says "Don't talk to me. At all. Not for any reason. During this entire flight." I didn't realize until I was in high school that he was joking and just trying to make small talk.

Sophie

P.S. Who else is excited for the movie KICK-ASS? I don't know about you but this definitely looks like a must see. Though I'm kinda bumped that the lead Aaron Johnson the guy playing KICK-ASS, who by the way is only 19 (like yours truly), knocked up his girl friend (who directed Nowhere Boy, in which he starred in as a young John Lennon) who just happens to be 42. WTF MATE? My mother is only a year older then this women. I see something really wrong with this.

Star has great aspirations for a Fat Dog

One of them includes going to Penn State join that Paranormal State Club. This is something she has always aspired to do, the reason why is Scooby Doo.

When she was a young pup all she ever dreamed about (aside from Food, Swimming in ditches, and the best butt scratch ever) was being just like her hero, good Ol' Scooby Doo. She wanted to run around with a crime-fighting/ Paranormal investigating gang, and eat lots and lots of Scooby Snacks. Sadly that day never came, but perhaps there is hope. As the this move to the east coast is inching closer and closer, we have all come to the realization that houses over there are Frickin' old man, Waaay older then any house in SoCal (my own home is only about 6 years old). So Star and the rest of us here in the Jaramillo household believe that as soon as we move, we will be kicking ghost ass.

Sophie

It's Official

I'm going to DC, with my fat dog and black cat in tow. Sadly I'll probably have to find a home for my other 2 cats, Phillip and Naboo. This breaks my heart but I have to they'll end up running off the minute we arrive. So if you know of any people looking to adopt some cats I've got two house-broken somewhat loveable cats. 

So school started up again this week, and my god I am exhausted. It's not the work load it's the 'getting use to the new sleep schedule' that's killing me. It's to the point where by 2 pm everyday I have a really bad migraine, that if I apply pressure under my eyes it FRICKEN hurts. And then I'm torturing myself by not allowing for naps. This way I can get use to getting to bed at a good time. I don't let myself go to sleep til after 9 so I can be up at 7 the next day. UGH... But I'll get use to it eventually I suppose.

Sophie