i had no idea

i went to the beach on saturday. we went to monterey. it was everything i could've hoped it to be, which isn't saying much since i had no prior expectations and had no idea what hte fuck was going on but nooo matter;

we rented a hilarious pt cruiser convertible that was the yuppiest thing i have ever seen in my entire life and also the most hilarious. i mean i can't even describe. i would look aat the thing parked in the parking lot and crack up. it looked so insouciant and cute. and hilarious.

anyway. ahem.

so we went to the beach and we fell asleep on the beach for like an hour and we thought it would be fine since it was sunny but breezy and not that warm.

we thought wrong.
greg and i were fried to a crisp. we then proceeded to eat gross food in carmel by the sea, and then drink good beer at the most amazing bar i've ever been in in santa cruz with kenny kahn, my crush from senior year of high school. then, in a delirious fog of aloe vera gel and sun exposure, we made it home in record time: 3 hours when the trip should've taken 1.5.

gooood times.

bay to breakers is this weekend. we will try to faithfully reproduce the carefree spirit of public drunkenness and good times that is marathon monday. as i look at the weather widget for san francisco, it tells me that it will rain on sunday. the exact day we have plans to be drinking heavily on greg's front stoop having a block party and watching naked elvises jog past.

bummer man.

ew i'm so cali it hurts.

ew i just said cali.

sarah: for you

i somehow managed to delete my entire ipod in the midst of reorganizing and getting ready to copy my whole ipod to my computer.

i thought i was cclearing the library but the ipod was really selected and silly fucking me i didn't look and then poof they were all gone. all. fucking gone. almost 3000 songs gone.

i thought i was going to cry but now i'm just really really mind numbingly angry at myself.

thankfully all my indie rock etc and shit i can get from greg. the rest i can scrape together from my old ipod which rests at my mother's house, out of batteries, but still containing all of my other musicc that greg wouldn't have.

thank fuccking god, but onloy a little bit.

i am so stupid. i am going to try and pass out and pretend like i didnt do this. in fact, i'll probably wake up and it will seem like i didn't do it.

the whole reason this happened is because the headphone jack broke on my ipod, they wanted me to send it in, and i was like, wait i need to get my music and they were like ok, and then that was it. the fuccking end.

and then this shit.

what an awesome week.