Screw you guys, I'm going home

So much has happened this past week....well, it's been more than a week, but I'm pretty time deficient. I shall make up for it by my usual comical, egotistical rants and maybe a pretty picture or two *ooohs and ahhhs*.

Z and L have officially left as of last Saturday. It's quiet, V is hiding in her cave and has managed to remain vigilantly creepy. The truth is, without their normal buzzing chatter and the smell of their cooking all day long, I have spiraled into a depression (note: this could also be due to a certain monthly visitor, but I shall blame it on being abandoned instead of my genes). There's no one here to talk to, my friends live 5 miles or more away and I can't talk to my mom because she's a needy bitch. Z and L, if you read this: hurry. Or you may find me three weeks later, half eaten by wild dogs.

In 58 days I will be 21. This is not an occasion to cheer. Well, I guess it would be if I were a wino--which may eventually come into being. However, this burgeoning day has brought into sharp realization all the things I missed out on in life by being so mature and goal oriented. 1) I never partied...nope, never got sloshed with a group of underage youngsters I couldn't stand unless inebriated. 2) I've never done a single illegal substance. No weed, no coke, no e. Then again, I never really wanted to, so why I'm complaining about this, I have no idea. 3) I've never had crazy drunken sex, which would refer back to number 1. I guess, however, there's still plenty of time for this. After all, I'm still a college student.

So last Saturday I went to the Cal vs. Tennessee game. Want to know a secret: it was my first collegiate football game. And it was fricken awesome. I don't even like football, but something about being amongst my fellow school mates, rooting to see Tennessee get their asses handed to them, I realized what I've been missing out on. Next year, I'm going for the season passes.

Then before that on last Tuesday--at least I think it was Tuesday--I went to see Sweeney Todd. If you aren't familiar with the musical, let me tell you a bit about it. It's set in turn of the century London. Sweeney Todd was sent to prison by the Judge of the town because the Judge wanted his wife, so Sweeney escapes from a prison years later and returns hoping to find his wife and child are safe and haven't fallen prey to the Judge. Well, he finds out his wife has died and decided to exact his revenge by killing the Judge and his minion by posing as a barber and cutting their throats with his sheers. I won't tell you the rest, because you must see it. Anyways, Angela Lansbury was in the original cast as Mrs. Lovett--the women who owns the shop below the room Sweeney is renting. The woman playing Mrs. Lovett at ACT in SF sounds JUST LIKE her!! It was uncanny. But, yes, the production was amazing and they did so much without a moving set. It was brilliant. If you live in the bay area, I encourage you to see it. If not, well, Tim Burton's movie version is coming out this Christmas staring Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter. It's my favorite dramatic musical, so you can bet I'll see the movie at least 10 times in theaters. Oh an Alan Rickman in is it too...amazing casting.

Oh, did I mention, to get to Sweeney Todd, I had to drive over the Bay Bridge--for the first time. I am officially an Easy Bay-er now. I still don't know if it was worth the $4, but I'll definitely do it again, because I want to roam around Treasure Island some weekend. Though, next time I will not drive through SF...I couldn't find the theatre for the life of me. Driving in such a busy city sucks. I shall park by Ghirardelli Square and walk or take the trolley.

I have a Calculus test on Monday. It could be interesting. (Define interesting....Oh god, oh god, we're all going to die.) So I've been studying, well, trying to study, while watching South Park S1 & 2 and movies like Se7en and Serenity--because I had to go out and buy the collector's edition...yeah. I buy it once for $21 then I spend another $21 for the extra bonus feature. What can I say, Joss Whedon is my master now.

You want another pretty picture, don't you? Ok, here's one of the best pizza ever made--well, second best because the one I made after this was even better. It's a caramelized onion and portabella mushroom pizza with sun dried tomato alfredo sauce. The better one had hummus mixed in with the sauce and had bellpeppers too. I should totally drop out of school and open a gourmet pizza parlor. (Excuse the blurriness, my camera is crap-tastic).