Thursdays are my "hell days," meaning I have three classes, spread out, from 9:55 am - 10:10 pm. Fun stuff, I know. I'm saying this because I am used to Thursdays being hectic, but not as hectic as today. Here is a little excerpt from my day... (the fun part, that included llamas.)

I was sitting at home, I had just finished my lunch and was relaxing and watching an episode of Desperate Housewives when Erika, my roommate, texted me a selfie of her with a llama. Here was my response:

I threw my flats on, stuffed my notebook in my bag, and ran out the door. I had no idea where I was running. She just told me "all around campus." Okay, mission let me find a llama is a go.

As I was running to campus (I ran because I only had ten minutes to find the llama, take a picture with the llama, and go to class) I ran into my friend Erin(who texted me the insta caption "me llama Kathryn" aka pure geniusness) and as she was about to stop to talk to me, I blurted out "HI I'M LOOKING FOR THE LLAMA I CAN'T TALK" and she smiled and said "Oh! They're right over there!" GODSEND. AWESOME. I NOW KNOW THE LOCATION OF THE LLAMAS. It should be easy from this point right? WRONG.

As I am walking, power walking I might add, this guy, a very attractive, well dressed guy, comes up to me and is like "want a part time job that pays $16 an hour?" He was cute, and I didn't want to be rude to a stranger, so I was like oh well I already have a job. "But does it pay $16 an hour?! Its very convenient and great for students!" And he keeps talking about this job and how I should apply because I look like I'd be a great candidate and I interrupted him and said you know what, this sounds like a great opportunity, but I have to go take a picture with a llama and go to class. He laughed and told me to have a nice day. Thanks, dude. 

So I turn around and see two of my other friends and yell. YELL! "THERE'S LLAMAS AND I'M GOING TO TAKE A PICTURE" to which they rightfully asked me why, and I just said that I didn't know I just wanted a picture with a llama.

So, I speed walk down the pathway and see not one, not two BUT THREE LLAMAS! Yeah, three. I know. It's insane. So there is a huge crowd surrounding one llama, a line to take pictures with another llama, and then one llama just chilling out with the trainer. So obviously I go to that llama, because I don't have time for the other two and I get my phone ready to take a selfie and the trainer goes "oh, no selfies or hugs for this llama.. he's aggressive." WHY WOULD YOU BRING AN AGGRESSIVE LLAMA TO A COLLEGE CAMPUS!? So I go to the other llama where the line has dispersed, and went up to a girl standing alone and offered to take her picture with the llama as long as she took mine, and we became friends and took pictures of each other and the llama and then I ran past the job offering man and went to class. 

I think these pictures are worth it.

Disclaimer: NO the llama did not spit on me. Why would they bring spitting llamas to a college campus?! And why would I aggravate a llama?! IT'S A LLAMA!

Senioritis: A Little Elle Woods Motivation

The time has come. I am a senior in college. And I have senioritis.
I love my school, I really do. I love all my classes, my professors are all really cool, for being professors, and the work isn't too crazy. Loljk I almost had a panic attack earlier this week because I was so overwhelmed. But as a whole, I don't have very many complaints.
With all of that being said, it is crazy to think that in less than a year I will be a college graduate. It is crazy that with every event for my sorority, or my job, or anything on campus, I have to say "well, this is my last one so I really have to go and I really have to make an effort."

I see senioritis as two things:
1.) The "I'm graduating in May and am going to have a real people, grown up girl job hopefully, or will be looking for one, and I need to put my best foot forward and prove to everyone how much I can do, oh and on top of that I need to finalize my resume but I also need to build upon it, and I need to go to work to make money and I need to spend time with my friends, oh yeah and I need to go to class and get good grades because what would any of this be with a bad GPA" approach.

2.) The "I'm a senior in college and I'm 21 and this is the last time Ihave to have fun before real life" approach.

The 2nd approach hasn't hit me, might not until the last month of next semester, who knows. For the mean time, I'll be freaking out about everything I have to do and haven't yet done all while keeping calm and keeping up my hair care to make Elle Woods proud.

Twenty One | Twenty Fun

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...

I survived my twenty-first birthday. Barely. But I did it. Actually, I am convinced that I died and came back to life, and suffered the entire week following August 31. I went out Saturday night at midnight, got bottle service with some of my friends and then the infamous "friends of friends" group who I have never met before and probably will never meet again, but hey, thanks for the free drinks for a few hours. I went home and slept, woke up the next morning and did it all again... this time, with brunch. Not just any brunch I might add, bottomless mimosa brunch. I remember the first half of brunch, and that is about it. And oddly I remember everything from the night before, just the time between brunch and dinner is all a blur, but don't worry, my friends love me and took lots of pictures to remind me the next day what happened... Lots of singing and dancing was involved.

Dinner involved me, "the boy," Erika, Angie, my parents, and my aunt and uncle, and the worst waiter on the face of the planet. Like he made us all very anxious. 

Overall my birthday week was successful )if we are counting success as not remembering the majority of your 21st birthday)!

Now here is my birthday weekend in pictures:

Mini golf, dinner, and the movies, oh my

Date night at it's finest: mini golfing, dinner, grocery shopping, a mini road trip and a movie.
This was my Friday night. Well, afternoon/night. I went to work until 1, had a little Starbucks trip/Theta meeting, and the boy came over. We went to UrbanPutt which is an indoor mini golf place in the mission and I realized how terrible I am at mini golfing. Like I am actually terrible. Like the boy tried letting me win, he tried to help me, he did the cute wrap your arms around me help me hit the ball; none of them worked. I am just a terrible terrible mini golfer. Plus it was indoor and I felt super rushed because there were people behind us and it's all so close together and it was super stressful. We finished mini golfing within like an hour, and decided we were hungry. OH, this all happened after the parking fiasco where I realized that he can't parallel park and I was trying to navigate him and he just wasn't having it and he wanted me to park his car and like lol no 1) I don't think we're at the level where I should be driving his car and 2) I suck at parking like I'm not about to be embarrassed, I was embarrassed enough an hour later when I lost at mini golf.

We were walking back to the car to go get food and he kind of rushed me into to be car. I was confused because I thought I would have to direct him out of the parking spot but he saw a guy on the street and he knows how much I hate the mission and didn't want me to freak out and wanted me to feel safe. And I have never felt more secure in a guy before. I felt so safe and protected and I don't know it was a great feeling. So then we decided to go to Panda Express because we're so romantic, loljk. But he paid, oh and he also paid for mini golf, and opened like ALL doors for me. It was great.

Then I needed to go to SafeWay because it is that time in San Francisco again in which all houses and apartments are new homes to fruit flies. It is gross and I hate it but they leave when it gets cold out so it's okay. There were an excessive amount though so I needed to get apple cider vinegar to get rid of some of them. Yay DIY traps.
We went to SafeWay and then back to my apartment to drop that off and get a jacket and off to the movies we went... IN SANTA CLARA. So like an hour drive, south. Which is fine and all but like I wasn't prepared for a mini road trip. I talked the whole time.Surprise surprise. We met up with his brother and his brother's girlfriend at a sushi restaurant and watched them eat because we like to be awkward and then went to the movies. We saw guardians of the galaxy, second time for me, third time for the boy, first time for the brother and brother's girlfriend. We saw it in 3D which I usually hate, but it wasn't terrible! I paid for the movie tickets because 1) I lost at mini golf and thought he deserved a prize and 2) he was going to have to drive me back home after midnight, an hour away.

The night couldn't have gone any better, well I could have been better at mini golf but that is besides the point. It was perfect and it made me happy.

Friday seems like ages ago and my weekend was filled with filming for my sorority, babysitting, brunch, stealing kites, and my sorority meeting. My birthday is less than a week away (this upcoming Sunday, hollerrr) but I am on antibiotics and am kinda upset about my birthday now. Don't worry, I am going off of them on Saturday because I am turning the big 2-1 and I will be consuming alcohol, but that's besides the point. Everything for my birthday has been planned for a few weeks now, but I am not looking forward to it as much as I was last week or I have in previous years. I blame the antibiotics but it is just another thing that I have to worry about this week, pushing aside the excitement. It also doesn't help that the boy is at Disneyland sending me snap chats every two seconds and I am in class and at work.... Boys are dumb. Hopefully all my excitement will come back soon enough and then everything will be great and fun and I will be the birthday princess! Until then, I will be trying to take as many naps and trying to watch as much Desperate Housewives as my schedule allows.

Monday Night Lights

If you follow me on Twitter, sorry for my live tweets but like how else am I supposed to remember what happens...

Last night I went to "the boy's" (I feel like I should stop referring to him as this now that we're official, but I've already started calling him that so it's fine) softball game. Now, this isn't just a random team he plays on. His brother, who I've met, his father, and uncle, both of whom I have not met, also play on this team. But lucky for me, it is only like a 10 minute drive away. After waiting for "they boy" to tell me where his game was, he snap chatted me a picture of the field, and I responded with a picture of my bed, and I got the reaction I wanted. (Boys are dumb sometimes... they don't think.) Turns our that he never hit send on the text telling me where and when his game was, so he thought I was just avoiding him, meanwhile I thought he was passively telling me not to come. Miscommunication at its finest.

Yes, he sent me this snapchat. Because I called him a princess. Because he is. 

I got to the game right on time, after bonding with my sidecar driver, and kept making awkward eye contact with his dad. When they came in from the outfield, "the boy" came over and said hi. I was actually paying attention to the game, and he yelled my name, and his brother was so excited to see me. After the game, I realized that they were all going out, and I didn't know if it was a team only thing or what. (They lost by a few points, and I was the only one there cheering for them. This is important information.)

I introduced myself to his dad, and after that everything was smooth. Well I shook hands with his brother and I was totally gonna go in for the hug, but I guess he isn't that comfortable with me but like I would give anyone a hug because it's me. Anyways, they invited me to go out with them and we went to a saloon/bar thing down the street, but I'm still a baby for 2 more weeks, and thought I would get carded. I didn't and his dad offered to buy me a drink. Seeing as today is the first day of classes and I wanted to make an okay impression on his dad, I kindly said no. I then heard someone shout "Hey the boy's name here what's your girlfriend drinking? Does she want anything?" And a few of the other guys also offered to buy me a drink. Let me tell ya, being the only girl with like 10 guys in a bar isn't the worst place to be. But again, hi, I'm a child for 2 more weeks, and school, and it just didn't feel right. So I got to talking to the dad who told me dating stories about him and "the boy's" mom which was so super adorable, and then "the boy" decided it was time for me to leave (I guess I yawned/checked my phone... oops, whatever) and I said goodbye.

When he dropped me off I tried to figure out what he is getting me for my birthday. It didn't work. The conversation went like this:

Me: So have you figured out what you're getting me for my birthday?
The Boy: I have a few things in mind...
Me: Oh yeah? Like what?!
The Boy: Well if I told you, that'd be cheating wouldn't it?
Me: No...
The Boy: *Silence*

Mind you I haven't told him what to get me, and he knows I wanted Nike free runs and lululemons but he also knows I might be already getting those from family... So let's hope he doesn't take my "flowers and champagne" comment seriously, and just get me that. I have no idea what to expect. I'm so new at this. So scary. And I just got off the phone with my mom and I guess she has been talking to him?! And so has my little?! What is going on...