the slo life.

IN STOCKHOLM.

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My Dreams..

• Graduate High School Valedictorian  (Lemoore Union High School)
  
• Go to a great school (Cal Poly SLO whattup)
• Find my future bridesmaids&friends to last a lifetime (Cal Poly Chi Delta Theta<3)
• Fall in love (In love, out of love, back in love?  What is love? Baby don’t hurt me. haha)
• Study Abroad (KTH Royal Institute of Technology in Sweden 8/17/11-12/20/11)
• Get into Grad School (Meeting with Department Head today saying he should have something for me when I get back.. meaning a pretty good chance of getting in)
• Get into Law School?
•  …
•  …
• …

 Are coming true.

It’s … scary.

You have to get hurt. That’s how you learn. The strongest people out there, the ones who laugh the hardest with a genuine smile, those are the people who have fought the toughest battles. Because they’ve decided that they’re not going to let anything hold them down, they’re showing the world who’s boss.

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Best of Autocorrect

allysontran:

whomadeyoukingofanything:

literally crying from laughter. my stomach hurts hahaha

 OMFG FUNNIEST SHIT EVERRRRRRRRRRR

This shit never gets old.

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What is this?!

Summer after freshmen year all over again?  Where I’d pour my heart out onto tumblr because it comforted me that my frustrations were concretely jotted down somewhere.

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Your life.. it’s like a beach.  And every person that comes through your life walks on it.  Sometimes the people walk close enough to the waters edge that their impact on you.. their footprints.. they seem to wash away so easily into the ocean that is all of your memorable and not so memorable experiences.

Every so often you meet people that play on your beach.  That set up lawn chairs on your beach, pop open a beer and slo- tan on your beach.. hell.. GRAFFITI the back wall and pier of your mother fucking beach.  Sometimes the people even draw hearts in the sand on your beach and build sand castles.. far enough away from the waters edge that they don’t really ever get washed or swept away (forbidding a Tsunami from cascading you into amnesia)..

And my beach right now?  It’s pretty clean.  It’s filled with hearts and sand castles that Chi Delts has permanently placed there.. back wall graffiti murals of family portrait after family portrait.  It’s got a little dirt on it though, sea weed that used to be alive and basking under the beach’s sun.. floating around carefree and providing life to the ocean’s critters.. now washed up.. dry.. dark brown.  And for some reason that sea weed is really.  really. bothering me.  It’s getting in my eyes and the their salt content makes them want to water. 

And it’s unfortunate.  Because a hottie young surfer just floated onto my beach and for a split second the seaweed didn’t bother me.  I think he ran past me a little too fast because I got sand in my eye and the burning sensation from the sand reminds me of the salty sea weed.

Solution?  Somebody make some sushi on my beach so my eyes turn out just fine.