I just read that Radiohead released the cities they will hit on their tour and San Francisco is on the list. I will see Radiohead. A dream I have wanted to fulfill since I was 9. I will mostly cry and fall to pieces when it happens. I don't believe in much of anything, but I believe in Thom Yorke.

There is a hurricane going on in San Francisco. The winds have been clocked at 70 mph in my neighborhood. There is an inch of rain falling per hour. Garbage and trees are everywhere. Trucks are being blown over by the wind. The house is shaking. And I just had to move my car because of street sweeping. Awesome.

When I was in Redding this past weekend for my own little Thanksgiving with my parents I saw a bear! I lived in Redding for 15 years in the middle of nowhere and I never saw a bear. Usually when I get out of my car at night at my parent's house I am scared a mountain lion is going to be around to eat me, but now I have to be afraid of bears! Plus, I had just watched Grizzly Man so I was not feeling very secure when the bear ran in front of my car and up the hill towards my parent's house! I survived, but I will now be parking my car at my parent's front door when I go home.

In other news...at work the other day I got onto the subject of Arrested Development with one of my coworkers which then lead to a conversation about how great Michael Cera is. She then told me about this amazing show on the internet with him called Clark and Michael. It is wonderful. I watched all 10 episodes today. It is sorta kinda an early version of Superbad. It's about two best friends that are trying to sell their Pilot in Hollywood. I highly recommend checking it out if you're in need of a laugh.

These are my new boots. I am poor, which implies that I have no money, but these are my new boots and I love them.

I have not bought a pair of shoes since this summer which is both scary and impressive for me. One of my most enjoyable moments is when I get to wear my new pair of shoes out on the town and show them off. Shoes may be the one really girly thing that I am into. So since this week is going to be a lonely week with everyone out of town for Thanksgiving except me, I will be dying in anticipation for next week when I can go out on the town with my new boots!

In the four years that I lived in Southern California I did not feel a single earthquake. I have now been living in San Francisco for 2 and 1/2 months and I have felt my first SF earthquake! It was a 5.6.

My first reaction was, "Oh the Muni is going by." Then the house just kept shaking and it kept getting stronger and I realized it was a earthquake.

So now I get to wait out the aftershocks. Awesome!

This post is dedicated to my sister because she has been there for me through everything. I am so glad to have her in my life because if she wasn't, I would have lost my sanity a long time ago. She is easily the greatest person I know.

Here are my top 10 favorite Jen moments.

1) My third birthday was at McDonald's in Sacramento. She was 11 and she was determined to read every single card to me. I was 3 and I couldn't really read and I didn't really care, but she just kept reading every card to me.

2) When I was 13 I went to visit her in New York City and she took me to the Nsync concert in Jones Beach. I remember riding the train with her to the concert and being so excited to be in New York, with my sister, going to see Justin TImberlake, decked out in baby blue.

3) When I moved off to college down in Long Beach, I didn't know a single soul and I was pretty scared even though I may not have told anyone that. So after my parents moved me in and left me alone in my dorm room Jen hung out with me for a couple hours to help me get settled.

4) Our first Giants and Dodgers game together. We had drunken bachelors hit on us.

5) Sushi Roku. Eating amazing sushi and the most amazing vanilla ice cream dessert ever.

6) Our weekend routine of going to the Grove, eating at Marmalade and then going to the Beverly Center.

7) Thanksgiving last year. Making dinner in her kitchen and hanging out with the family.

8) Seeing Winona Ryder in Victoria's Secret at the Grove.

9) The night that we went to the Tapas bar and drank way too much wine. And the above picture occurred.

10) My 21st birthday. Because even though I ended up in a drunken stupor, Jen planned that entire weekend for me and that meant so much. It just showed how awesome of a sister she really is.

Love you, sis. Can't wait or you to be up here so we can conquer San Francisco the way we conquered LA.

I cannot tell you how insulted I am by pink baseball gear. I am insulted as a baseball fan and I am insulted as a woman. The entire point of wearing baseball gear is to represent your team and a big part of that is by sporting the team's colors. For example, Giants and Dodgers games. If a person is wearing black and orange. Giants fan. Blue, Dodgers fan. Pink? Who is the dumbass wearing pink to a Giants and Dodgers game?

I am insulted as a woman because it is just such a stereotype for a woman to like pink. Why fall into that stereotype? Why even perpetuate this horrible stereotype? Do they realize they are helping men justify their reasons for being chauvinistic pigs?

When I see a woman wearing pink I automatically think, "There is some dumb girl who is here with her boyfriend and doesn't know a thing about baseball." The thing is 9 times out of 10 I'm right with that assessment.

I've asked some girls why do they wear these hideous pieces of clothing and they reply with, "It's cute. Black and orange aren't that cute." Because yes, you go to a baseball game to look cute, not enjoy the game right? Once again you have proven that you are a dumbass and are perpetuating the stereotype that women don't like sports. I hate you for this. But then it is almost a good thing for me because when a guy sees that I know more about baseball than he does, I am usually proposed to.


So if you consider yourself a feminist in any way shape or form, enough with the pink shit. You are only hurting your fellow women and we're already paid only 75 cents on the dollar.