Since When Is This A Holiday?

Cesar Chavez day has become a real holiday in California, they're even giving us a day off school. One of my teachers referred to the holiday as "Cesar Get Drunk Day"; and that's pretty much what it is. The people outside my window have been celebrating since 3pm YESTERDAY and are still at it now... Keep it up for three more hours and it will have been a 24 hour long party, and Im sure it will go all night.

Anyway, I'm not concerned about my neighbors; you can't fault people for having fun. (Nor am I sayin I don't like to have just as much fun...) I just think the holiday seems a little over rated. Most people would probably tell me not to complain about a day off school, and yes it is nice (especially considering Thursday's my longest day). But I guess when your not rich and paying for college it seems like I'm paying for a day of doing nothing. Does that make sense?

Anyway, this holiday just doesn't seem that important to me. Rather, it seems like an excuse to get drunk.

Someone seems to have lost their vodka in our parking lot...

On Another Note...
Earlier I mentioned that we were planting a "garden" on our balcony. Well, my radishes and carrots seem to be actually growing. Radishes are one of those things that taste good if you grew them, other wise you wouldn't want to eat them plain (although I am a picky eater...) and I love carrots either way. Amanda planted tomatoes, snap peas, and strawberries while Ashley planted a watermelon. I'm not sure about how you grow watermelon on your balcony along with the tomatoes but I guess we'll see...

Wow! My radishes and carrots are growing a lot!
Left to Right: Suicide Radishes, White Asian Radishes, Short Carrots

Can't You Keep Your Plans?

So I use the word awesome way to much, but at least I realize that right?

I had a fun week starting on Tuesday I drove to the state capitol for the  CCA (California Cattlemen's Association, a cattle rights activist group)   legislative breakfast on Wednesday. CCA does a lot of cool stuff but we got to listen to the governor speak about current issues and meet with legislatures which is cool to do even if it sounds incredibly lame and boring.
Thursday is my longest day at school and I had an accounting test that I didn't do well on, but I always seem to do well on tests either way so I'm hopeful. By Thursday we were all more than exhausted though and canceled our plans for that night. 

Last night seemed like a very long night.. Amanda left to go to dinner with Clint and they came back after getting in a car accident, both upset. We then all went to dinner as a group, but Clint was mad about his car getting smashed and that made the rest of the night awkward. We came back and after Amanda finished her homework we met Ashley and Nicole (her best friend) at the hookah bar. I think we all like going there more to hang out than really smoke, but we always have fun. Ashley bet me $5 that I would go dance with some guy who was dancing by himself, but I got up the courage and she owes me five dollars now. I don't care so much about the money, rather I just wanted to prove that I could... Do you ever do that? We came back and hung out and watched an episode of the first season of Grey's Anatomy but I was to tired to stay up past 2 and went to sleep about hour before them.

This morning I woke up to them getting ready to leave to go to their moms house. They left later than they expected but they still left around 12 and told me theyd be back in a few hours. We made plans to do a little shopping and find something fun to do tonight. Now its 9 here and they still aren't back... So about an hour and a half ago I made plans to go to my freinds house and hang out, but Amanda just sent me a text asking me if I wanted to stay and hang out with her. Which I do, and I'd probably have more fun if I stayed and did so, but I'm also a little angry that she can't make solid plans and keep them and that she also always expects me to drop my plans so she can make her own. She also was the one who convinced me to stay here and not go home for the weekend, she assured me she would be here all weekend. Oh and did I mention, shes leaving all day tomorrow too?

Maybe some day Amanda will learn to be a little more reliable, but most likely not. Oh well, I guess everyone has thier downfalls, and either way we're still best friends. Well, I believe I am off to Sam's house soon.

Boring Nights Can Turn Epic

Epic - adjective - heroic; majestic; impressively great 
As a word not commonly used where I grew up, epic was a word I learned after going to college where it seemed to be a word everyone used.

Whether people say epic where you live or not, last night was epic. 

We (Amanda and I) took a trip to Walmart where we bought some plants to grow, mostly vegetables. Then we headed off the the grocery store and came home with a lot of junk food and chips & dip.  After planting our plants we sat around reading magazines and eating until Ashley showed up, back from her parents house.

High off sugar, we danced  for hours until we were to tired to stand up any more when Amanda got a text from her (very hot!) cousin. Off we went to the bowling alley to hang out with Paul and his friends. Unfortunately, they weren't incredibly hot like him! On the other hand, they were all very nice and fun to hang out with. After after only three beers Amanda was slizzard (we've adopted this from her favorite song, like a G6) and loosing pretty bad considering shed beat us by a lot the game before. 

It was a fun night and we made some new friends that we may or my not meet again... 

Spring Break

Our school has moved spring break to March in hopes of getting people to leave for St. Patrick's Day (which is a huge event here). Amanda convinced me I needed to stay and hang out for break although I'm not sure why; I just seem to be very bored. Had I gone home I could have been feeding cows and galloping through the fields with Hank, but I'm stuck here updating the software on my phone and trying to make the choice what ten songs not to sync so I can fit my new music. And yesterday, well, I watched tv downstairs all day with Jason and Nate.

My plans for the rest of the week aren't all that exciting either. Prepare for my two interviews at the end of the week and just hang out. My aunt is coming up Wednesday to get breakfast, but that doesn't really count... It seems like everyone is gone for break and the four of us here are all tired of drinking. So that leaves not much to do... What do other people do on their spring breaks or when they have time off?

I make myself sound like I have a miserable life; I guess its not all that bad. There are alot more boring things to do. On the other hand, it doesn't leave me much to write about.  Anyway, today were off to make a garden on our patio!

Shhh, don't tell him he's not a dog!

My Bed Is A Racetrack

 I remember mentioning to Ashley the other day that she should just leave Rhoda in my bedroom when she leaves for class in the morning; she has class at 8 and I don't have class till 11. I always feel horrible when they leave and I later get out of bed to find out they've locked the dog up all morning while ive been home. However, it didn't prepare me to get jumped on at 7:30 in the morning by a hyperactive border collie who wants to play when your sound asleep. After she used my bedroom (including my bed) as a racetrack she finally decided she wouldn't really mind curling up at the foot of the bed and going back to sleep.

Our Crazily Insane Dog, Rhoda

On another note, I just checked my email and got an interview for an internship this summer! It would be working for our state fair (California) in the livestock rings this summer. Any job this summer would be awesome, way better than spending all summer hanging out with my family! On the other hand, that would mean very little horse riding time, and how sad would that be?

You know what I really hate? People that lie.
But worse than that, people that lie and do it all the time.
Worse than even that, people that lie all the time and don't realize how obvious their lies  are.
Maybe I'm just a little to paranoid?

Hoofprints and Footprints: Who's left them on my heart?

Sometimes, living in the city makes me feel trapped inside a very small box. All I want to do is open my door and see fields of green grass and my horses grazing on the side of the hill wishing I'd stop being so lazy and bring them some horse treats. Really, I just wish I could jump on the back of Hank (my horse) and gallop across a flat field and feel the wind against my face. Its been almost two months since I've gotten to ride and it feels like ages. Don't get my wrong, I like my life in the city (although its really not that large of a city, only 100,000 people. But hey, the town I came from had 3,000; its a huge change for me!) but sometimes I miss the grass, the echoing silence, and our happy California cows. But of course I miss my horses, they used to be my entire life.

Life is like a trying to follow a treasure map that has unclear pictures: sometimes it leads you astray to places you don't want to be and other times it will lead you to other treasures both small and large, but in the end  there will always be something good waiting for you at the end. I'm not sure where I am on this map of mine, but I'm sure time will tell.

Horses leave hoofprints and people leave footprints, some of these are ingrained into your heart forever others are temporary and fade with time.