San Diego was a blast. Always a blast. But on the third day, I was ready to go home. Home as in Santa Clara. NOT San Diego. Such a trip. Never thought I would ever say that! I can't even believe we booked our vacation for an entire week. A week at my parents house. Eating rice and listening to my dad watch the Filipino Channel 24/7. I can only handle my parents in small doses. Honestly, I haven't spent that much time with them since I was in high school. Now I can see why I never really went back home. I love them to death. Especially my dad. But he needs to find a new past-time that doesn't involve watching Filipino's dance and sing. Oh, and my mom was trying to tell me that I am not attractive and that I should fix myself up with make-up. She basically told me I was ugly in an attempt to be subtle. Really, mom? This is breaking news to you? Because dude, you seriously need to get a MySpace account so you can keep up with the news.
Anyhow, yesterday I finally figured out how to blog with my iPhone. Now if only if can motivate myself to blog more often now that I have a phone capable of doing so, that would be great. But motivation is just half the battle. I've been angry at myself lately for lots of things. Something always comes up and I never get to do what I need to do. I just want to shoot myself. What the hell is wrong with me? Not sure. But I'll figure it out... eventually.
Time to get pretty.
Just don't know how or where to begin.
I'm going to start by drinking 8 glasses of water.
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