Yay me...

Dear blog,

I'm up and dressed, I've showered and eaten. I've even done my homework and gone to the library. So why do I feel so guilty?

MEH.

Dear diary,

I am sitting at my desk knitting and watching Grey's Anatomy. I'm knitting even though I told myself that I would finish my HW today so that I wouldn't have to think about it during the rest of my four day 'holiday'. I'm 50 words into this 150 word self-introduction I'm supposed to be writing in arabic, and it's not as if I can't think of anything to say or that I don't have the right vocab to say it, because I do. It's just that I'm so not into it right now. I'm tired and I just want to rest and not think about anything.

This week was rough. I broke my TV fast and stayed up until at least 1am every night on netflix, and obviously I couldn't focus in class. I gave myself caffeine poisoning by drinking five cups of coffee before lunch, so then I had to switch to soda this week and it really isn't the same thing at all. I'm finally losing all ability to eat the food at the kiosk, and now just the sight of it makes me want to throw up. So yes, I'm enjoying my long weekend and knitting and not writing arabic essays.

On friday night Tabby and I went to California Pizza kitchen. We've started this thing where we are going to try every pizza on the menu, and since this past Friday makes our 3rd such visit, I feel the time is right to finally blog about it.

Our first pizza was the BBQ Chicken Pizza, and it was amazing. I must admit I was a little skeptical, after all I've always thought that BBQ sauce on pizza was an abomination before god, but it was amazing. After that we had The Greek. I picked it mostly because it said 'feta cheese' on the menu and I love feta cheese, plus I was kinda craving salad and this pizza had fresh tomatoes and cucumbers that were put on it AFTER it was cooked. It was soooo good. The cheese, the combination of the hot pizza and the cold veggies, and the combination of the soft crust and the crunchy cucumber. It was so so good. Of course, it was also drizzled with greek yogurt which I'm not really a fan of, but on this pizza it worked.

And this friday we had the chipotle chicken. Mildly spicy, with beans and salsa that left your tongue numb.... it was SO good.

Of course, as much as I like the pizza, there are other good things there too. For instance when we went on friday, the first thing we noticed was that the menu had been changed. I ordered a shrimp appetizer that was crunchy and spicy and brand new.

I also am testing out the drinks menu but thats a completely different story. When Tabby ordered dessert the waitress asked if I wanted a second drink, I hesitated for a split second and decided that instead of a second mojito, what I really wanted was an irish coffee. OMG. Was that ever the right decision. I felt GREAT after that. Went home and the next morning I did two loads of laundry, saw how gray and foggy it was outside, and decided to go back to bed. I made flash cards and watched TV in bed all day.

Today, Tabby and I went out. We walked all over, we walked down franklin street, we shopped in cannery row and got ice cream at fishermen's wharf. We sat on the beach, stuck our feet in the icy cold water, and found super cheap flip flops at wallgreens. Then, after months of deliberation, I walked into a music store and put a deposit down on a violin. It's a little more expensive than the ones that I was looking at on-line, and I'm not 100% sure that it's better, but I liked the store. It had a nice vibe, and Brian was super friendly. Buying it from the store felt right, it means I have a place to go if I need repairs or have questions, and they do violin lessons on sundays. They have multiple violin teachers. How great is that? They had to order my violin because they didn't have adult sized ones in stock, but I'm super excited, and I've been walking around in the sun all day and I'm tired, and stiff, and so yes, I'm not doing my homework. All I want to do is sit here and watch TV and knit, and you know what? I can't even bring myself to feel guilty about it.