Utterly Spontaneous.

Not really. This is not some crazy blog about how I experienced a burst of spontaneity. No. For I have not done anything exciting or interesting over the past few days. This is only a blog post named "Utterly Spontaneous" because this post is basically a spontaneous move on it's own, since I have nothing to really discuss.

But then again, all these posts have really been about nothing, so I'll just add to this collection. You know what? I'm going to just write about my entire day, even though it was rather lacking in events.

So at 1 am, I decided to just attack all the items within my pantry and refrigerator and consume them all within 10 minutes.

Let me tell you, that is not the best idea.

It took me about 5 minutes to realize that I was about to puke while I was laying down after all the consumption, so I had to sit upon my bed for 2 hours waiting for all the food to reach my stomach. If that's not one of those "TMI" moments, then I don't know what is.

7:00 a.m. That's right seven o'clock in the morning. The most wonderful person I know, my mother, decides to awaken me with my favorite greeting,
"ARIEEEEEELLLE BANGON KA NA !"
(translation: ARIELLE! GET UP NOW!)

After eating, changing, brushing some los dientes, & watching a bit of Jon & Kate Plus 8, we were out the door off to Brentwood-area around the UCLA campus, for those who don't know-so my mom can finish up some paperwork in order for her to go back to work in Long Beach.

Yeah, my dad works at the Union Station in downtown Los Angeles (that man is living the life) and my mom is going back to work in Long Beach. They are also still married and we all live in one house, here in the Inland Empire. What are we doing in Temecula? I honestly have no clue.

I am quite lazy to describe everything in the Brentwood area, but I'll just sum it up with
"It was damn cool."
Also, Los Angeles traffic is a real bitch. My mom is the ultimate road rager and when she hits the streets, she basically becomes the ultimate racist. I don't believe she means to spur out those harsh words, but she is just an easily angered woman.
She began to scream at me for falling asleep at the front seat because my head kept knocking into the dashboard of her new Prius.

Why must hybrid vehicles have dashboards that go out SO FAR? I feel like I'm in some sort of space pod of the future when I ride in that thing.

Hm, other than that I have nothing else to really go on about.

Oh wait, I watched Arthur for the first time in about. . .
a few months, haha.
That show has never failed me.
You go Arthur the aardvark, you go. :D