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Frustrations:

• Parents!! Like ohmygosh they're SOOO annoying y'all!!%^^# (ps. make sure you read that in a bratty teenager voice) Of all things to complain about, complaining about my parents is my absolute least favorite. Not only do I sound like a middle schooler whose only dream in life is to stay at the movies until 12 (puhhleassse Mom PLEASE), but on top of that, no one takes your complaints seriously. It's always just a phase. If I had a dollar for every time I heard, "I hated my mom when I was in high school/college, but now she's my best friend!!" I would have about $3.00. Maybe. But you get my point
• Headaches and stress- Sometimes I think I'm a real manly man who seriously kicks butt when it comes to dealing with pain. "I've never been carried off the soccer field, like come on, suck it up everyone" But if I sit still for longer than 22 seconds, I turn into the biggest hypochondriac you will ever meet. I've already diagnosed myself with a variety of diseases/disorders, just to let you know. The fact that I have considered buying the new DSM-V seriously concerns me. But to be honest, the fact that I have diagnosed myself as a hypochondriac should be a red flag to even begin with
• My lack of a job of course- Mental side note: Get a job.
• Ben & Jerry's Greek Frozen Yogurt- I bought this pint yesterday and was stoked because I had tried this kind before and loved it. After ranting and raving about it to the 'rents I began take scoop after scoop and quickly realized that it tastes horrid. Just plain awful. It's that detestable, fake banana flavor that makes me want to throw away my love of bananas forever. Makes me wonder what was so crappy that made this taste so j'amazing...

My personal victories:

• 3.48 GPA!!! Yes it's not my goal GPA of 4.0 but it's still quite the accomplishment that I'm actually SO freaking proud of
• Driving- I don't think I'll be able to live in a city forever. I mean don't get me wrong- I love my college life in the city times a hundred million. Walking everywhere is pretty magical for the buns and thighs. But good lord I love that feeling of going anywhere at any time which comes along with a car. And it's not just the promise of freedom! It's the feeling of driving, hugging the corners and moving along with the motion of the road. Second mental side note: research NASCAR. Next Danica Patrick anyone? anyone?
• This song. Again, magical. Mumford's most recent CD, Babel, wasn't as perfect as I was hoping. Maybe it's just because I should have picked a better car CD. Nevertheless, "Beneath my Feet" gets me nearly every stinkin time
• 100 degree weather- The nice warm embrace of sunny California has welcomed me home. There's nothing like burning your bare feet on the way to your car and rolling down the windows as you gasp for air. Maybe it makes me think of my soccer days or just childhood in general, but I love the heat. Goodbye sweaters, hello tanks