No wait Hawaii is fine and dandy except for its insane drivers. Fuck my family! The Strokes song I’m listening to is so perfect right now, “I hate them all, I hate myself for hating them”. The new Strokes album is fantastic but you have to listen to it 3 or 4 times before really deciding. But the first three songs I loved from the get-go.

Annnyway, my new camera is lovely. Never really had one so it’s an adventure. Even does video but it just doesn’t feel right unless it’s a camcorder. There are some lovely Australian boys renting one of the other beach houses. Poor guys got their rental car stolen yesterday at the beach. I think they invited us for drinks tonight but I’m not really sure, Kristin is much better at being social but we both were caught of guard coming back from the beach after beating waves. Can I say I really don’t feel attractive here in Hawaii. Everyone in Hawaii (and I knooow some of them must be tourists) are in fantastic shape. I’m not and I’m so going to the gym five days a week when I get back. I had half a bag of king size M&M’s yesterday and then Friday, Saturday, Sunday was a bag of chocolate drops from See’s Candies. Milk drops? Something, probably equivalent to a king size M&M’s, maybe a bit more. I’m not going through major chocolate withdrawals, just a bit when I feel particularly cabin feverish.

Who wants to spend this much on Hawaii only to watch tv 70% of the time?! Aaaaah they’re so boring!!!!!!!!!! Yes, Mr. Pratchett those were multiple exclamation points because I have nothing better to do. Please shoot me. I’m not getting much of a tan, it’s weird not being blonde, I can’t wait for my hair to grow out, my mother thinks I’m a lesbian (and hey Scott, she thinks Karen’s my girlfriend :), and my sister has had a lot more sex than I thought, even a threesome with two other girls. And I learned those two family tidbits right before coming here, thanks for that, Kristin.

I need my own damn vacation. Psychopaths everyone of them. I can only imagine what my mom is doing to our cats. And there’s some weird pinkish red spots on my wonderful black skirt! It better bloody come out.

Shoot me.

My head is hurting more than it has since Tuesday. Coughing makes it worse, yay!

So the whole story of my lovely week. Sunday and Monday my throat is feeling a little sore. I enjoy cornmeal pancakes, Jon Cusack, and Ang Lee at Karen’s Monday night. I planned to get stuff done on Tuesday: cleaning house, grocery shopping, running errands. I wake up at 8 something and my head hurts like hell. I get headaches rather often (my grandma always pities me, she’s never experienced one in her life) but this was the kind that hits you with dizziness after laying down too much (which I didn’t). The area behind my ears, under my ears, my lymph nodes, and my temple are all sore. I of course fall back asleep, anything to ignore the pain.

Super laziness, I don’t get ready for the outside world until 4, shop at Safeway for the first time (freaky), and go to the last Adobe Photoshop class of the semester to enjoy loads of cookies, carrot cake, and vegetarian pizza (I only eat cheese pizza, but this was pretty good though it was Round Table). Leave after 8 instead of 9 as I’m still ehhh. Go to work on Wednesday, not too bad. Ahh but Wednesday night?

My final is at 1pm on Thursday. The doors to Popscene open at 10pm and we were gonna leave town at 7. I go to bed Wednesday night at 11, set my alarm for 9:30. I don’t actually fall asleep until after 1am, oh joy. Ten minutes til 3am my sister wakes me up. She’s talking so loud that from the other side of the house in my mother’s room it sounds like she’s standing right next to me. It takes me 4 tries to yell “shut up”. She’s saying “it’s 7:15″ and I proceed to go to her room and say “it’s not fucking 7:15! it’s 3 in the morning!!”. She yells back drunk as hell that her car wouldn’t start and she had to walk home from Downtown Joe’s. I shouldn’t even be bitching because she has to get up earlier than me (at 7:15 apparently). Ugh.

I don’t fall back asleep until after 4 and I wake up again 3 times. Ok, so come to the final within a few minutes of being handed the test some workers on the roof started banging around and making all sorts of noise. Ah but it gets better! Being in a nice lovely stale and stifling classroom, my throat tickles. I had to step outside before I interrupted everyone else. Of course it started back up once I went back inside. So I spent a good 10 minutes just staring at my desk trying not to cough or choke. Not fun.

But the piece prize is yet to come. Thankfully, my date with Louis XIV was the same night as the christmas party for my mom’s work. Oh darn.

I apparently never finished writing this post. But what the hell, I’ll publish what’s there.

Of all the luck. This has been a very weird week.

My throat wants to choke me, my ears are ringing, my head is tight, my tummy is having hunger pains, and I now have to deal with a fucking shredded tire tomorrow. And tomorrow it will be because screw this, I need food and sleep.

But Louis XIV was still worth it even if they only played for 30 something minutes and tall people blocked our view of oooooh everything. Argh.