I just finished Mindy Kaling's book in 2 days. I want to write a hilarious memoir similar to Kaling or Fey. Although, reading their gross childhood stories, awkward college years stories, and  success stories, makes me feel like mine is irrelavnt. They already covered all my secrets that would be so book worthy. Plus, who cares about me? I don't even care. ( just kidding I reread this blog everyday, laughing with myself) I could do so much for memoir readers of earth, like who wouldn't want to read about a jewish-california-suburbs girl making Barbie magazines for her crushes? Who wouldn't want to read about a fatty 11 year old putting together a production of Grease 2, so her crushes would like her? Noone you say? I don't believe you. One of these days I'll do it.  In the mean time I guess I will start writing these amazing soon-to-be chapters down in my brain/diary/blog.

In other news, I found out I am teaching my very own sociology class in the fall. ALONE. All me. Its mine. They count on me for sociology knowledge. I am so excited. I am so excited that I spent my day off making up my class syllabus. I am fun.  I am especially excited that these are freshman kids, because I get to teach them about the meaning of life, about gender! and race! and everything else that will open their mind. They will love me like the teacher from Summerschool. I am going to be the cool teacher that changes their life forever. They will spend their nights googling me to find my facebook or anything to know me a little better. I know future students, I am great. I hope.

Also, I am singing tonight with Scott. What a life I live! Playing shows, teaching college, doing MY research, living in my own house, kissing the boy of my dreams. What did I do to deserve this? Maybe all that stress and hardwork actually does pay off.

I know I seem really amazing right now, but you should know, I did actually have a shitty day, kind of. Scott and I went to the beach yesterday ( not shitty) We went thrifting, drank a milkshake, swam, read, kissed, got sun burned. But then, as we were wading through high tide to get to stairs ( that were underwater...the tide was high!) I tripped and cute my foot open!!! It was gushy and bloody and sad. It hurt so bad! I thought it was the end my life. Scott cleaned it up and I was fine, but as I walked to my car with my bloody foot, all I could say in my head was " may this be the worst of it." Of course this was in my yiddish fiddler on the roof voice. Please God! let that be the worst of it. I don't want my fun life to end.

that is all.