Yesterday was the Big Game against Stanford. Long story short, we lost. And the big fat raindrops signified how sad the world is about the fact that we lost the game. AXE GONE! (what's the axe you ask? CLICK!) Depressing huh? Yeah, totally. The half time performance totally made up for the fact that the weather was a bitch. The theme was "DANCE!" And the marching band played "Bad Romance," "Break Your Heart," and all these dance evoking music that the crowd ate up! Our band was WAY better than Stanford's, so HA!




Love my school no matter what, repping them blue and gold for life!
On another note, today is my floor's 3 months monthiversary. WE'VE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER FOR A WHOLE 3 MONTHS! Wow, what a feat, that's longer than my longest relationship (Sad, yes, pathetic, eh maybe, do I care? Not in the slightest). It's such a weird feeling. I feel like time flew the fuck by and I can't remember how we even spent it. Yet, looking back we have nothing but funny, hilarious, embarrassing, pathetic, sad, teary, adorable, perfect, imperfect, angry, annoying, giggly, memories together. It's hard to believe that 3 months ago we were nothing but a floor of strangers, scared to make any sorts of mistake that would anger/offend anyone on the floor. But now, it's like we're a family. Of course, we fight, we get mad, we yell, we say things we don't mean, but at the end of the day, I wouldn't want to come back to any other floor. When someone's puking their guts out, everyone bands together to make them feel better. No questions, no judgement, just help. When someone's crying, we're here to comfort them and give them a bunch of shoulders to lean on. When someone's happy, we're here to celebrate and be happy for them. When someone's too drunk to walk home, someone's here to make sure they get the fuck home and into bed. And if someone happen to fall, someone's always there to literally pick them up. It's such an incredible support system above all else. I totally lucked out and have the best floor a girl could possibly ask for. They make CAL a little more bearable (HAHA, GET IT? BEAR-able??!! HAHA!) each and every day. I love my floormates soo much, probably too much. I honestly have no idea what I would do without them.

September 2010: The first month.






























