This is what

abandonment looks like.

So Long, Farewell...

...I'll see you in a month!

The time is upon us. I'm packing my Nikes and Garnier Fructis eagerly awaiting tomorrow morning. I leave at 8 A.M. and return on August 2nd. AAAHH. I'm anxious to see what God has in store for me. To those of you who I'll be writing home to, I apologize if my writing starts to begin looking that of a 5 year old's. I'm almost certain I'll get carpel tunnel from writing so much. There will be plenty of pictures to be seen, no worries about that. So, until then, have a lovely month of July! B.G.G.

Gene Shalit Would be Proud

This movie makes me appreciate British comedy. So subtle, yet so hilarious. They understand that you don't have to be obnoxious and break stuff to be funny. If you don't like bad language and crude humor, then I don't recommend it. But if you do, get to Blockbuster or on Netflix right now. They've got some great actors over there in the UK. "You talk like you're from London!"


Next is The Big Lebowski. Again, if you can get past the bad language, it's not half bad. Craig picked it out at Blockbuster and made us watch it. I laughed out loud at a lot of stuff, but some of it made me go, "wait, what?" Otherwise, it was great. John Goodman's right when he says he thinks it's his best role yet. "Shut the f*** up, Donny."


Last up is Hot Rod. Tonight was my third time seeing it, and that's not a complaint. This movie is freaking hilarious. Aryan introduced me to it the first time I ever hung out at his house. The second was at his barbecue on the last day of school. Andy Samberg's attempt to be Will Ferrell is not too shabby, he's just no Will Ferrell. I'm going to marry Jorma Taccone one day. I don't care if he has a wife now, he won't once I get through with her. "It's bouncing around the Web like a beachball at a Nickelback concert."

Well, that pretty sums up my Father's Day. Not if you count the amazing pancakes I made this morning and the delicious lasagna my aunt made for us tonight. Thank God my Dad was born so we could party this hard. Just kidding, I actually appreciate my Dad more than a lot of people think. I leave for Workcrew in 12 (well, 11 now) days. I need to start packing! Hope you guys had a great Father's Day. I know I did.

Moustaches and Apples to Apples

That's Aryan. He's the boyfriend. His nickname is Amazing.

Ressurection

This sums up all I've cared about lately. Oh, and this boy that makes my heart beat faster.

I can smell summer. It smells like moustaches and watermelon.

The Garment District

It looked vintage, so of course I fell in love.


Gia Inferrera referred to them as the "death dogs". Needless to say, we stayed away.


They're too good for the Roadium. Yo agree tambien.


The bells on their carts reminded me of Vegas when all the immigrants handed out stripper trading cards. That's what I liked to think they were, anyway. Maybe there's one in the center of each Fudgsicle.



It took two pictures to express my happiness. Like my outfit? The hat came in handy against the bipolar sun. And wearing my little leather pouch came in handy across my shoulder, 'cause I literally forgot it was there, so all the walking wasn't hindered by a big old purse.


Hi, traffic!


There's Mama scopin' out some goodies for our next trip. We're gonna be smart little shoppers and go on a weekday next time. Smart thinkin', huh?


This was on the roof of the huge parking structure. We were squished in the very back like Rosa Parks on the back of the bus. The traffic and crowded sidewalks felt so New York. It made me happy.

I'll have pictures later of all my new threads and what not. All in all I dropped a little over $200. Not bad for my first time! I scored some tight threads. Happy Easter! I hope you all have a splendid Sunday. B.G.G.

Good Friday

I fell asleep before I could go to church and feel really guilty. Woops. Spring break is going by way too fast. It seems like every other day all I do is sit at home all day and do nothing but eat and sleep. It's not too fun. On the days I do get to do stuff, it's really fun. Wednesday was Disneyland with Craig, yesterday was nothing until I went to Molly's house and spent the night. We ate nothing but Chex Mix and Cadbury Eggs. And if that wasn't bad enough, this morning the three of us went through a dozen doughnuts. What? They were only 6 bucks. We thought we did a good job of working 'em off with some Sweatin' to the Oldies. I really have no idea how I'm gonna get down to 115 by Wednesday. Maybe I'll just do nothing but drink water and do Richard Simmons tapes until then. Sounds good.

I really hope we can get to the Garment District tomorrow, 'cause I really need to go shopping. This is kind of ridiculous. I think I'm gonna order a new bathing suit off of Forever 21's website. It's getting close to "bikini season". Gag.

Hope everyone has a splendid Easter. Don't die of a ham overdose! B.G.G.