Como se dice.. PIZZA?

Thursday night I got to be reunited with my favorite female Dane, Ditte! Her and her beau Henrik were traveling California and finally decided to give me a little time in their schedule. We went to hear a friend's band play, then scooted off around the corner to actually talk. Shout out to Denmark!!

The big highlight came the next night. Friday night was pizza night. I personally think it should be a monthly occurrence, but I'm just a fat girl. What do I know??

S Berg and Katie joined me (new nickname Ting Ting...still confused about it though.) went to Safeway to buy only the freshest of ingredients. Meaning Kraft 'mozzarella' cheese in a 13 pound bag. The girls made some bomb dough from scratch while I watched tv and took photogs


(I might have eaten that entire bowl of cheese. Don't judge me.)

Then we were like ahhhhh omg like lets totally take a group photo!!

(fake laugh)

(Ugh I just want to eat that chez)

They were nasty little buggers that didn't want to get off the plate

And oddly shaped

But Kate made a shweet "artisan" margherita!


At long last, we got to grub on this deliciousness.. for days. Yum!

Back in action!

WHAT UP Triumphant return!

Maybe not. But I still feel it's necessary to fill ya'll in on my wee little life. 2 weeks ago Katie came up to me with a proposition- going to a Christian musical event. Aka Tyrone Wells. Bald white guy with a beautiful soulful voice! So I was like HOT DAMN, I'll be there!

We met up in the coldest most hoodrat part of SF (Union Sqaure) and booked it over to Slim's to see this radiant beauty:

Then after a couple of drinks Katie and I looked fab...except she was Matsu-ing it...


After we went to this sweet place called Butter to groove the night away. They serve 40's of MGD in brown paper bags to girls in cute outfits such as myself...nothing to hate about that!

Anyhooter, following that semi-uneventful weekend it was WEDNESDAY! Do you know what that means?

HORA DE FELICE!

Quite possibly my favorite time of day. Sarah Berg and Van and I decided every Wednesday it would be somewhere new, and we intend to keep it that way.

This week we wanted to hit up Tortilla Heights on Divis, but they don't even have a happy hour! So we headed up the street to find Frankie's Bohemian Cafe. Pretty good, giant $4 beer. And the icing on the cake? The Gilroy Burger, of course! Check it:


The girls were like "noooo we're on 'diets'!" or some shit so we got nachos and fried zucchini?!? Samesies...



Pretty bird


At one point during the meal I looked up and saw this little treasure


All in all it's been a good week, with good weather. Only complaint is the stupid plastic that keeps falling off my keyboard! Wtf Apple, wtf.

Never fear, I'll leave you with a little gem..that I think is completely frightening and I pass by frequently


Dont go there!

November

Is time for finding a beau to cuddle with!

And if he looks like this
all will be okay in the world. Except, minus the cigarette because thats icky poo.

Anyhooter, November is also good for taking fun photos:

Also good for the sun to FINALLY start shining in SF. It was a cold summer...

Not to say that October wasn't the shiz, because it was.
First it was dinner with (some of) my lovely roomies:



Then off to Oktoberfest, a shitshow of ultimate proportions that may or may not have ended up with a pair of ripped pants:



We had LOVEVOLUTION the first weekend, resulting in tons of tulle and 10 minute tutu's:




And watching tons of people on E "dance" to the same crappy electronic music all day.

Some time around the middle of the month it was Fleet Week and there were a bunch of these walking around. But more importantly, PATTY came to visit!

I love him. And Van looking like a 12 year old pre-pubescent boy.

Time flies, and all of a sudden twas Halloween! Sarah and I were peacocks

I learned some "cool" dance "moves"

We went to Ms. Doubtfire's (I mean Jeff?) house... heeeeelllooooooooo!

Then...it was the end. And it was good.


And the end it is. So I will leave you with this, just because my cam is outta control awesome

FAILed education system

Ok, maybe its just a huge pet peeve of mine, but when grown-ass adults can't differentiate between there, their, and they're, we have a BIG problem.

Livin' in the great big city

You would THINK you could have a decent night's rest on a Monday. But on 22nd avenue, that just ain't true. (Other side affects may include rhyming.)

So Monday was nothing but ordinary- work. homework. nap. class. TV and nonsense for a couple hours until I climbed into heaven, aka my bed. I read about 4.5 paragraphs and fell asleep, only to be woken up 20 or so minutes later by something horrible. Terrible. Ear piercing. It was like a banshee in Mandarin. 

I'm a stalker and live in the front of the house, which gives me the authority to stare out the window and leer at people. This lady deserved it. She was making all this racket yelling, and then was moving all this stuff around in front of a house across the street.  I thought she was homeless and being obnoxious, and eventually her antics ended, until...

Around 3am, when the homie who lived next door came home blasting music in his really sweet car that looks something like this,

Which is not cool at all.  Anyway, he parks and proceeds to exclaim, at the top of this lungs, F**K! F**K! F**K! F**K! I was terrified. So again, I poked my nosey ass head out the window, saw him patting the front of his car, kick the truck parked outside, and go into this house. I figured all was right in the world, and drifted off back to sleep. (Mind you, the cops had to come a few weeks ago because this kid was shooting a GUN in our backyards, and then got busted for having a ton of pot. No need to be worried Sarah, no need.)

So in the midst of having the weirdest dreams, one being Nikki opening her mouth to show me her hideously grotesque wisdom tooth coming in, I was abruptly woken up again at 4! If you know me, you know I HATE being woken up for a nonsense reason. I love sleeping, more than most things. I've been known to hold the title of a professional napper. But when I am woken up because of LOUD NOISES, drunk people or other things of the sort, my veins pump with anger. And rage. (Usually only for 13 seconds, but still. Hatred.)

What was I woken up to? CHINESE BANSHEE!!! Doing her same nonsense. A girl next door yelled to her to be quiet, but the lady asked her to call the police. It was obvious something wasn't right, and after 5 minutes on the phone with non -emergency, not 1,2,3, or 4 cop cars came, but FIVE! On a Monday. Guess their weren't enough stabbings in the T-loin.

Me, Katie downstairs, and the girl next door kept our heads poked out the windows to see what was going down, and apparently it was her brothers house, and she was trying to move out. At 2 am. And instead of him opening his own door for her (there is NO way he didn't hear her antics) we had to call the cops and suffer our beauty sleep-not like I need it, I know. 

We watched her get cuffed and the cops said they were taking her to a hospital, because she has a history of mental illness. Really wasn't apparent at the time, eh? Either way, sleep at 5am sucks...when you're sober.

missing

Not like any body reads this anymore, but get ready for an emo post.

Sunday I worked a couple of crazy hours and then went down to SJ to see my homegirl Kayleigh. It's only been a little over a year, but it feels like much to long. I mean, I've known this girl since 4th grade!! I need her in my life. 

So we had a grand old time at her grandparents catered party with an open bar. I emphasize the openness of the bar here. Margaritas were flowing, and for some reason it seemed like a good idea. Long story short Barbie came to pick me up and we went to visit a few friends, but I was definitely not "able to drive."

So Monday I felt like boo boo. I had to drive back to SF, and all of a sudden I got hid with this huge wave of sadness. Not of the 'I want to kill myself' variety, but just sadness. Mostly because I thought of my dad. 

I know I have plenty of people that love me, but sometimes I just remember that there is always going to be a little empty place left for him in my heart. 

I hate that I can't remember his voice. I hate hearing motorcycles and hoping its him coming home. I hate that he isn't here.

And I love that two of my best friends offered their dads to walk me down the aisle (like that will ever happen) but I hate that I would need someone else to do that.

Debbie Downer, I know. But I feel like I've suppressed it for so long, and need to deal with shit sometime. I just wish he was here. I know my life would be completely different and I may have never met the amazing people I have or done the things I have, but to just have one hug from him... I wouldn't hate that.

Back home

Fudge. 

Can't believe its been just over 2 months since I graced this continent with my presence. 

It's so amazing to be back home, surrounded by familiarity and such great friends, but there is this constant nagging in the back of my mind, telling me its just not the same. 

Don't mean to sound all mopey, but its been the most difficult transition in my life. Going to Europe was easy- the excitement, self-reliance, new journeys at every turn. Coming home is different. It's everything it was before I left, but so much different at the same time.

I live with 8 of my best friends, but somehow I still feel outside of the group.

I live in a city with so much to offer, but thoughts of hoping on a train to Odense or catching a flight to Dublin consume my brain.

Seeing signs in Japanese isn't the same as attempting to read signs in Danish.

I picked up a Danish couple from the airport last week. Louise is my "buddy" through SFSU, and she brought her bf Eddie with her to study for the semester. I was so happy to be able to help them, but so incredibly jealous that they were about to embark on the greatest time of their lives, and I am stuck in the same place for now. 

My biggest fear is that despite photos and journal entries, it will all start slipping away. I don't want to forget how it felt to be across the world, on my own. So alive. I wonder what's next for me, what will make me feel the same...