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It is amazing to me that I will be graduating college in a year or so. It seems like just yesterday that I started in this crazy place. Now, I'm graduating and going off into the big, bad, real world. I DON'T WANNA!!! Okay, well not the actual real world, but close enough -- law school.

I'm looking at all sorts of places; Las Vegas, San Francisco, New York, Los Angeles. I'd love not to have to live in a cardboard box and go to school, but that may not be an option. I really am trying to avoid Vegas because 1) it's a state law school and not necessarily prestigious enough to get me into decent work after graduation and 2) Vegas is not conducive to learning. However, it is nearly 1/3 the price to go to law school there compared with the law school in San Francisco that are ranked similar. So, I am in a quandry. I think I will apply to the variety of options and see which is the best deal. I really want to get out of Nevada.

So, I am a huge school nerd (as if it wasn't already obvious) and am taking a condensed 3-credit class over my winter break. It is a class on serial killers that I am using to substitute for another class. It is REALLY interesting, but, I swear, is going to make me the most paranoid person ever. I was sitting in my house the other morning, by myself of course, and was working on some of my homework for that class and of course start freaking myself out. I truly am my own worst enemy sometimes. It doesn't help that it's a night class either and I have to walk to my car in the dark. I swear I'm not crazy, not yet anyway.

I need to get back to studying. Did you know most serial killers are sociopaths and not psychopaths (like is commonly believed)? Well now you do. The more you know ....

 

I went through the entire semester, through finals and stress and everything, without getting sick. I am just sitting around relaxing on my vacation and BAM, the sickness from hell. On Christmas day even. So, now I look like rudolph and have been hacking for the past 4 days. Made the plane ride home SUPER fun.

I am sitting here on my uncle's couch on Christmas Eve with a LARGE glass of wine. DELICIOUS. Only 4 hours until Christmas and presents. 

I may be the worst blogger ever. EVER. I don't know when the last time I updated this thing. Too long I'm sure. I've just been too busy with school to make time for internet fun. Now that the semester is over I hope to get back to being the amazing internet star that I am.

Anyway, the fall semester ended for me yesterday. I'm not sure what my grades are, but I'm not too worried about it. I don't think I got anything less than a B in any of my classes. Yes, I am an over-achiever -- shut up. I pride myself on my amazing geeky-ness. And you can't get into law school with a GPA below a 3.5; not any law school I'd be interested in going to anyway.

With that said, I've figured out that I have about a year left until I can graduate. That is so surreal to me. It seems like just yesterday I was graduating high school and now I'm going to be a college graduate? Wow. It's going to require doing a little bit of extra work, but who cares as long as I can get out of Reno. BLAH.

It's almost 11; I have to be up at 2am to get ready; I'm going on vacation. Okay, not so much a vacation as forced family time, but they call that vacation too. Should be interesting. I haven't seen a majority of my mom's side of the family since I was like 11. I just hope it doesn't snow the entire time I am there. I also hope I can get out of here without spending hours on the tarmac . . . damn snoow. Why tomorrow? Wait until I leave and then snow all you like. After 6:30, I don't care what the weather is like in Reno.

I guess I should get to bed before it gets too late. I do not do well on an hour or two of sleep, but that looks like that is where I am headed.

Do you have a green thumb?

No. Not hardly. I either over-water them or under-water them, but can never seem to find the middle ground. I've been having a lucky streak with my plants at home and at work lately, but it's only a matter of time before I kill them all off.

I swear. Anything bad that happens in my life is huge in comparison to the good things that happen. If I found a $5 bill, I would probably have my credit cards stolen minutes later. It just seems to work that way. Anyway, there is a reason for this post.

I came home from work/school yesterday, pulling into my garage to park when I notice the ceiling of my garage is buckling and water is pour out of it. I immediately start freaking out. I kept thinking of the million things that could have happened; a pipe broke, I left water running, etc. I open the door to go upstairs into my house, half expecting water to be cascading down the stairs, to find a HUGE puddle in my kitchen coming from the refrigerator. I rush and pull out the refrigerator to find the filter to the waterline had cracked and was spraying water EVERYWHERE and had been doing so for hours. I turned off the valve and got all the water to stop and soaked up all the water on the floor. So now, half of the ceiling in my garage is pretty much water-logged and ruined (most of it has fallen down at this point), the wood floors in my kitchen and hallway a warped (I hope once they dry out they will just go back to normal) and my garage is a swimming pool (and all the stuff stored in there is probably ruined). GREAT. I guess I should probably also add that this is not my house, it's a rental. So we're going to have to shell out a lot of money to fix a house that isn't ours. AHHHHHHHHHH. So frustrated.

And I didn't sleep last night, so now I have to head off to school and work with 3 hours sleep. I hope nothing else happens while we are gone.

But I love the shopping.

I guess since I am back from my trip and settled I can sit down and write about it. I'm absolutely exhausted, but I had the best time. I haven't taken a real vacation (minus the trip to Spokane last summer which was horrible) in a long time.

We left Reno early Wednesday morning (around 6:30) and arrived in San Francisco, Union Square specifically, around 10:45. Of course, we get all turned around trying to find the parking garage. It happens everytime. Who would have guessed 333 Post Street was UNDER Union Square? We were looking for a building, not a hole in the ground.

We spent about 4 hours walking around Union Square shopping. We didn't buy anything, but I handled the Jimmy Choo's at Neiman Marcus and can now die a happy woman. Most of the clothing/handbags/shoes were more than my average paycheck so I couldn't justify buying anything. Damn. We checked into our hotel in Fisherman's Wharf. We then spent the rest of the day/night wandering around Fisherman's Wharf. There is so much going on and not enough time to do it. We went to Buba Gump Shrimp Co. for dinner, which may have been the highlight of my trip.
The next day we went out to Alcatraz and did the tour through the prison. This is when the Crim J nerd came out. It was so fun and interesting. It's actually kind of a creepy place. I went during the day. I can't imagine what it is like at night. No thank you. Audra is too chicken for that.

Then we spent the rest of the day doing the other touristy stuff, including going to the Aquarium and the Wax Museum. And these places just proved how much of a nerd I am. I got to pet stingrays and baby sharks. I was as giddy, maybe more, as the 4 year olds that were there. And at the Wax Museum I took the most random picture.
Friday before we left, I made my mom hike the hill up to Lombard Street to take pictures because ... hello, you're in San Francisco. It's like THE tourist stop.
Now I need to get back into the swing of things. School starts next week and I really don't want to go back. I bought books yesterday and paid for tuition today, so I have to go I guess.

So instead of doing laundry or cleaning or doing the various other things I need to do before I leave on Wednesday, I am on the internet. There's really no reason to be; no one is on AIM, nothing cool is happening. However, I have wasted 2 hours on my computer. Good job.

Just when I think I've done the DUMBEST thing ever my friends one-up me. Thanks friends for being bigger dumbasses than I am.

That sounds mean, but it's true.