Summer school is finally over and after three weeks of pure insanity I was finally able to clean my apartment. I feel so much better. I highly recommend taking a three week summer school class because those three weeks will be insane, but at least by the time you feel like you're going to die it's half way over! I only recommend that to people who can live for three weeks with the fact that the only time you will have to clean up your apartment are the weekends and well since my weekends have been insane lately, I had to live with the fact that my apartment was going to be a disaster until summer school was over. I feel a lot more sane that my apartment is clean as well. So I will now provide you with the before and after results:

Before:





After:







I think my mom would be so proud of me!!


It's strange, lately I've been getting a real sense of how much I have grown up in the past two years and it's things like cleaning my apartment that make it allt he more clear. Before I wouldn't clean my room or anything, mostly out of spite for my mother, but also because I just didn't care. Now I realize that living in a pig stye is disgusting and your guests really don't want to be coming over to visit one either.

When I was younger all I wanted to do was grow up and now that I'm here I'm glad I did. It's a good feeling. I think, also, in the past few weeks I have realized that even though I might not have any idea what I want to do in life, it's okay. My entire life I have had a plan. I felt like if I had no idea what direction I was going in I was going to fail, but now I know that's not true. I think I've finally gotten a sense of who I am and that I am going to do just fine in whatever I do. I've also noticed that since giving up on trying to find the answers to everything I'm a lot happier. Life is great right now and even though it may all come crashing down one day, at least I know what it felt like to be truly happy at some point in my life.

I've added a ton of pictures, as well as, some other stuff so feel free to check it out and let me know what you think! It's over on the sidebar under different categories! Enjoy!

Top 10 Reasons I Feel Badly if a Guy Ever Gets Me Pregnant

1) I'm not pregnant right now and my cravings are so bad that I HAVE to HAVE it immediately or I think I'm going to die. I can't imagine what they'll be like when I'm pregnant.

For example: Yesterday, I did the whole falling asleep on the floor thing again and when I woke up I had this insane craving for either brownies and vanilla ice cream or cookie dough ice cream. I still had a bunch of lines all over my face and arms from falling asleep on the floor, but I got up, still half asleep, and drove to the store to get cookie dough ice cream and shrimp...I am a freak.

2) I already eat too much and I'm eating for one person, I can't imagine how much I'll eat when I'm eating for two.

3)When I'm not pregnant and I'm hungry and have no food I turn into mega bitch, when I'm pregnant I think I'll turn into super mega bitch x 20.

4) When the guy complains I will remind him that he can't complain because he's the one that did this to me so all his problems are his own fault.

5) If we ever fight over the TV or what to do I will always win because my vote counts for two.

6) I will only refer to the guy that got me pregnant as "My Bitch."

7) He will always drive because I will say that my feet are too fat for the pedals.

8) He better pray that the baby comes out right at the 9 month mark and not a day later.

9) Every day I have morning sickness I will make him have morning sickness.

10) I will never cook and I will remind him it's not my job since I have to live with a bulge the size of a basketball protruding from my body for 9 months because of him.

Last night while watching baseball, cooking, and then watching "Cat on the Hot Tin Roof" I realized some things...

3 1/3 cups = 3/4 cup apparently my cooking and my math skills are not so good

Debbie, oh excuse me, Debrah Gibson is still famous?

Moises Alou is the only man I've ever seen swing at a pitch on a 3-0 count.

Omar Vizquel is a base stealing machine.

Tapatio should have its own food group.

Trying to survive on $126 until the 11th of August is going to be damn near impossible.

Trying to learn 42 pages of notes from a 3 week summer school class is going to be really fucking hard.

Barry Zito needs to cut his hair.

The scariest moments of my life are when the Giants are up by 1 run and the bullpen is pitching.

I don't care how good you are, C. C. Sabathia, you look stupid! Straighten your cap out!!

When the fuck is Felipe going to learn that he can't put Tyler Walker in when they only have a 1 run lead?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want Felipe fired right about now and if I ever see Tyler Walker with his ugly blonde eyebrows, I will punch him in the face.

Paul Newman is gorgeous. He was once the hottest man that walked the planet.

Christian Bale has now taken his place.

So the picture thing on Blogger is finally working so I decided to put up some pictures! (Click on them for bigger versions)

That is Huntington Beach, which is where I live!

That is the cutest kitty in the world! That is my son, Frodo, who is almost 3!

That is the most beautiful thing in the world!

Jen and me at the Giants and Dodgers game a couple weeks ago! Like her knitter guy t-shirt? That's hott!!

That is me modeling my first scarf I ever knitted!

The greatest first baseman to ever play the game!! OOOOooooo!!! JT Snow!

Rachel, my roommate!

Jen(my sister), Jeff(my brother), Jen (my soon to be sister!)

Eizelle, me, and Juliette! Two of my favorite ladies!

Anissa, Dana, Annie, Eizelle, and me...some more of my favorite ladies!

That is Jeff and me when we were little tykes. We're tough! (Why am I wearing a backpack?)

Lately I've started to become very concerned with the way I think of men. Dealing with men for the past 20 years of my life has caused me to become bitter and angry with them and all of that emotion has made it so that I now think of them as objects. Basically I am turning into a guy and I only see men as a piece of ass. Maybe that is why I think my non-English speaking husband is an excellent theory. Honestly though, men are pigs. I went down to San Diego to see some friends on Saturday night and as soon as I get to my friend's party this guy looks right at me and starts making humping motions...Hmmmmm. Is that okay to do in public? Is that acceptable behavior and I was never imformed?

Every last one of them are assholes. My last boyfriend was supposed to be a "good one." He was the sensitive, caring, do anything for you boyfriend. He is that guy that you become friends with and go, "Wow, he is a really great guy. Any girl who dates him is so lucky! He will treat her great!" WRONG!!!! He is the type of guy that you call him crying and tell him that your grandpa has liver cancer and your dad is getting heart surgery, he'll act like he's sorry and that he'll be there for you, but then when you show up back home he's evil and makes you cry all because you broke up with him two years ago!

It's just sad because I know this sounds so incredibly angry and bitter, but I just don't understand how men think it's okay for them to treat women the way they do. I know that women can do horrible things to men too, but I am not the type of girl to do those sorts of things. I'm not going to go out of my way to hurt a guy just because I can. I'm 20 and I'm already hating men. I am doomed.

I was knitting today and watching some baseball and I got to thinking about how I really don't think marriage is a good thing for me because I have major problems when it comes to committing. The second things get tough in a relationship I just end it rather than deal with it. People say it's because I just haven't found a guy that really fits me yet, but I don't think that's true at all. My last boyfriend was my first love and I did the same thing to him. I guess maybe I am one of those women. But seriously, at the age of 20 I have still not had a relationship that has lasted past 5 months and that is by choice. I have been single for two years now and I have no problem with it. I admit last year when it hit the one year mark I was wanting to date, but that only lasted about a month and then I realized that life is a lot easier and more fun when you're single. So after a lot of thinking about things today I have concluded that I am putting off dating indefinitely and I am going to become one of those awesome career women that have cats instead of kids and do whatever I want to do for the rest of my life and not have to deal with someone else and have to compromise when I decide what I want to do. Who needs a man in your life when you have money, cats, baseball and beer(in my case bitch beer or vodka)?

I lived in a town in Northern California named Redding for 15 years of my life. When I say Northern California, I don't mean the Bay Area, I mean NORTHERN California, like two hours from the Oregon border Northern California. Redding has the most amazing winters. It's not so cold you feel like you're going to die the moment you stick a toe out the door, but it usually snows once a year and it is in the 40's during the day and 30's at night. The summers on the other hand are the most miserable things ever!!! Almost every day it is over 100 degrees and if it is in the mid to low 90's it is a cool day. I am telling you this because after growing up in that weather for 15 years I thought I would be so used to hot weather I could handle anything, but this is not the case. LA is going through it's "heatwave" right now which means in Huntington Beach it gets up to around 76-80 degrees. I don't have air conditioning in my apartment and a fair share of my afternoons are spent with me laying on my floor in my underwear moaning about how I can't handle this heat. When I was in Redding for a few weeks earlier this summer it would get up to around 86 and I was complaining to everyone about how I was going to die of a heat stroke. They all thought I was crazy. I am slowly turning into a Southern Californian.

I am also starting to feel like either an alcoholic or a crackhead and not because I'm drinking too much or I am doing crack, but because I fall asleep on my floor every afternoon. Not on my bed or a chair or sofa(that might also be because at the moment I don't have a sofa), but the floor. It's not even like I just pass out for a quick 15 minute cat nap, it is for at least a good hour or more. I'm taking a summer school class and it's 4 days a week for 4 hours a day for three weeks so it is kicking my ass between having to get up at 7 every morning, sitting in class for four hours learning about court cases, and then having to come home and do the insane amounts of reading the rest of the afternoon. It's not the easiest thing in the world to learn an entire semester of court cases in three weeks, let me tell you. This class is killing me so as soon as I get home I fall asleep on the floor in this insane heat in my underwear. I am losing my sanity.

The end of my first week at summer school lead to an awesome weekend. Friday night I drove to LA to take in some good ol American fun, baseball. It wasn't just baseball; it was baseball at its greatest. Rivalry week. Giants vs Dodgers. One of the oldestand greatest rivalries in the league. At the last game my sister and I attended we had to leave early because we sat in the nose bleeds and well, let's just say sitting up that high isn't good for the brain. It allows people to say and do things that are not normally accepted in public. This time Jen and I were sitting field level on the third baseline side. It turned out to be one of the best games I've been to. The Giants won. Lowry(hottness) threw an amazing game and my sister and I met some cool people. On our left side we had some timid Giants fans. They weren't decked out in Giants apparel, but the dad that was sitting next to me knew his stuff. Then on our right side we had two Dodgers fan from the Bay Area if that makes any sense, but they turned out to be decent guys. LA fans are usually morons that show up in the 3rd and leave in the 7th, but since these guys are from the Bay Area they have the example of Giants and A's fans to get there early and stick out for the entire game. When the Giants finished shutting out the Dodgers 6-0, my sister and I left and as we were walking out of the stadium we heard a typical Dodger fan say "Wow Giants fan are good, if we had won I would have been shoving it in their face." My sister overheard this and replied angerly to me "Yeah no shit! That's because we're not assholes like you!" I found this funny because at the beginning of the season she was debating whether or not she was going to become a Dodgers fan since she plans on living here for a long time. I told her the family would disown her and now I think she has another reason not to be a Dodgers fan, she's not an asshole.


Then after the game we went back to her place and had a couple drinks, did some drunken knitting and took in the Stone Family Classic, Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead. Saturday afternoon we rolled out of bed and made our way over to The Grove. To celebrate last summer we decided that we would go to Marmalade which is a restaurant at The Grove that we used to go to all the time. While waiting for our food we experienced quite the celebrity sighting! Lindsay Lohan! I was fascinated because I have been obsessed with her rapid weight loss and her crazy antics because of her supposed cocaine and diet pill problem.Well, all I can say is that she definitely needs to dye her hair red again, needs a little bit of a tan, and is definitely a little strange. We also saw Shawn Ashmore, Iceman, from Xmen. He is short and scrubby in person.


Then on Saturday evening I finally was able to go pick up my copy of Harry Potter! I got home at 5:30 and I didn't put it down until 1:00 AM. Then I woke up at 10:30 and started reading it at 11 and finished at 4ish this afternoon. It was amazing. AMAZING! I have never cried like that over a book and it felt kind of silly, but my god!! My poor dad called me in the midst of my bawling. I don't think he really knew what to do. When I answered my phone with my crying voice I could tell it wasn't what he was expecting and he got a little awkward. Usually he would hand the phone to my mom, but given the fact she hadn't read the book yet he had to put up with my blubbering to him on the phone.


I talked to Jen on the phone and was telling her about how the entire Stone family is a bunch of Harry Potter lovers and she thinks we're freaks, but I think things like baseball and Harry Potter are great things for humans. It brings us together and it makes it so you have something in common with a complete stranger.

Anyway, I also found out today that my high school Spanish teacher died.

R.I.P. Senor Smith

I just finished the new Harry Potter book and I am speechless. I'll write another post when I regain my composure.

"People will come, Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again, but baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that was once good and it could be again. Oh people will come, Ray...people will most definitely come." - Field of Dreams


I can't find a better quote that describes what baseball means to me. One of my first memories is at a baseball game. My dad raised me as a San Francisco Giants fan and that has stuck with me for the past 20 years and it will stick with me for the rest of my life. At times I wish I wasn't a Giants fan because times get tough with them, but then when I think about it I am so happy that was the team I was raised to support because they capture what it is that I love so much about baseball. Baseball is different than most sports because it isn't all about scoring, it's also about outsmarting the other team...strategy. Everything in baseball has some sort of strategic move to it; the other team is constantly having to change their way of playing to confuse the opposing team. The pitcher is trying to outsmart the batter with changing his pitches. The batter is trying to figure out whether or not they should go for the hit, go for the homer, or try a sacrifice bunt. The manager is trying to shift the defense to benefit what he's read on the hitters scouting report. There is more thought put into baseball than any other sport. Not only do I love the strategy, but there is so much history included in baseball because it has been around so long. There are bigger legends in baseball than any other sport as well. If you went around the world and asked people about Babe Ruth, arguablyone the greatest baseball player of all time or Jerry Rice, the greatest wide receiver of all time, you would get a lot more information about Babe Ruth. Every sport has its amazing moments, but with baseball they almost become myths. Did Babe Ruth really call his shot? How did Willie Mays make "the catch?" Is there really a "Curse of the Billy Goat?"

To me there is nothing better than going to a baseball park and having a hot dog and a Coke(in 7 months a beer) and taking in 9 innings of a game. You can meet some awesome people and yell at baseball players that you have watched for so long you feel like you actually know them. It doesn't get any better than that. Baseball was once America's favorite pastime for a reason. All the other sports seasons are too short for a person to really become that involved in a season and I would know because I used to follow every sport religiously. The NBA is for 82 games and the NFL is only for 16 games. A baseball season is 162 games. The regular season starts in April and goes until September. Then postseason goes until October and then spring training begins in February. That is four months that baseball fans don't have ways of watching recent baseball(Thank God for ESPN Classics). 8 months out of the year baseball fans are able to get to know their team and the players and learn to either love or hate them. It can be exhausting and painful, but if that team shows one sign of hope to regain ground, you can bet that person is there to see it through. I would know because being a Giants fan, I have experienced painful times, like this season or the 2002 season or when I saw them lose to the A's 16-0, in person, a couple weeks ago.


I will elaborate on why the Giants capture the essence of baseball. Baseball is all about legends and the greats and throughout the Giants franchise they have acquired many of those legends. Willie Mays, Willie McCovey, Will "The Thrill" Clark, Barry Bonds, the Alou Brothers, and even though he may never will be a legend to most people, he will be in my heart, JT Snow. The Giants are one win away from 10,000 wins in the franchise history. No other team is even close to that!

JT Snow is my all-time favorite player. He is a great guy and an amazing first baseman. He incapsulates everything that I love about baseball. My friend, Chris, is a Dodgers fan and so he HATES the Giants, but he always says that he respects JT Snow because 1) he just looks like a baseball player and 2) he's a great guy. Bill James is a baseball GOD!! and he includes JT in his book as one of the top players fighting for a spot for his list of 100 greatest first basemen. He has 6 Gold Gloves, two in the AL and 4 in the NL and what's sad about all this, he most likely won't be voted into the Hall of Fame.

I don't know if I'm a masochist or what, but every season I find myself crawling back to the Giants. 2002 almost killed me. It, literally, almost killed me. I don't think I could talk for two days after we lost Game 7 of the World Series. I still can't speak about it in great detail without my eyes welling up with tears. Everytime I think of the names Shawn Duston, David Bell, Kenny Lofton, Rich Aurillia, Reggie Sanders, Jeff Kent, and Benito Santiago a lump rises up in my throat. Thinking about it all right now is making my stomach turn and I feel kind of empty inside. There are also times like this season where the season is a great failure for another reason. Even though this season has been a disaster and I want to mow down Alex Sanchez, everytime we win there is something in the back of my head that thinks, "Maybe this is the game that sparks a 20 game win streak and we can come back and Barry will be back and we can finally win a World Series." My life will be a little bit more complete when I see the Giants win a World Series.


Everytime I go to a Giants game, I try to take in as much as I possibly can because it might be my last time I ever get to see them. Baseball is a part of me and it's not just a game. "The one constant through all the years...has been baseball," and that's a fact.

I've decided that the man I am going to marry isn't going to speak English and, therefore, we will be problem- free.

WARNING: If you are not a crazy liberal, you might not want to read this post. Given the warning, please, don't waste your time with nasty comments about how I'm not American enough and what not because this is my blog and I can say whatever I please. Moving on...

When I woke up this morning I do what I do every morning...I check my email, then if anyone I know has done a blog, then I read some sports and then I move onto the news. Even though I hate CNN, I always tend to check the news there first so when I did this this morning, I saw the words "LONDON TERROR" sprawled out across the page. As I read on I learned that London had been bombed and many were injured and 37 were dead and then I learned that al qaeda was claiming responsibility for the attacks and I started to find myself becoming extremely angry and I wasn't angry at the people who did it, I was angry at President George W. Bush. I don't blame Bush for what happened on September 11th in the least, but I do blame him for how he dealt with the situation. This terrorist attack makes it all the more clear why we shouldn't be in Iraq. Yes, Saddam is an evil man who deserves to be punished, but he was not the one that attacked America on September 11th and murdered 3,000 innocent people. That man would be Osama Bin Laden and have we pulled him out of a hole? No, but apparently we have a good idea of where his is....hmm...then why haven't we captured him almost 4 years later? Why are we focusing all our attention, as well as, funds on a country that has never attacked us? Why aren't we focusing our attention on the terrorist group that has attacked America at least 3 times in the past 10 years? America is not the only country being affected by this so are England and Spain and who knows who else will feel this in the future.

What else is sad about this whole event is the fact that many Americans don't know that London was even attacked. I spoke to one of my friends at 11 o'clock tonight and she had no idea that London had been attacked and there is no way she is the only person in America that has no idea what happened. Every American should be mourning for England. If Californians could feel the aftermath of what happened in New York City and at the Pentagon then we as Americans should be able to feel some of the aftermath of what happened over in England. We understand what it feels like to have your country shaken up after something so horrible and evil. This should also wake us up the fact that al qaeda is still very much a threat throughout the world and they were our enemy in the beginning. It should show us that Bush isn't doing all he can to protect the American people because if he was, all his attention would be focused on the men that attacked us in the first place and not on a bullshit war in Iraq to finish what his father couldn't do. Bush isn't tough on terrorism; he's good at trying to do what his daddy couldn't do when he wasn't reelected.

I just hope England can't get through all this as easily as possible.

Last Wednesday I moved into my new apartment in Huntington Beach, California. My last apartment was a total disaster. It had bugs, the walls were paper thin, the carpet was the nastiest thing ever, and one of my roommates was the biggest pig in the world. With this apartment it has brand new carpet and a new fridge, as well as, a new roommate.

Anyway, so I took pictures of the apartment. Enjoy!

I figured since both of my siblings have a blog I may as well join the blogger world. My older sister has been bugging me to make one recently and tonight I was just about sit myself down and start some early reading for my upcoming summer school coarse when I decided it would be the perfect time to start my blog.

So here's the thing about my blog: It probably won't be consistent and it will most likely not be very interesting. I believe the main reason my sister even wants me to make a blog is so that she will have some sort of way to be updated on my life because even though we live only 40 miles away from eachother we never hang out and we don't speak very often on the phone. We're both students(she's in law school and I'm an undergrad) so we both carry hectic lives that don't allow us to do sisterly things as often as we like.

I guess I'll move onto giving a few details about myself. I have the greatest and quirkiest family in the world. My family is the most important aspect in my life. I have two amazing parents. I also have the best brother and sister a girl can find. Not to mention, my brother just became engaged and the girl he is going to marry is one of the coolest people I know so given all of that that is why I say I have the greatest family in the world. Now why do I say they're quirky? Well, my mom is on her own level for quirkiness, but if one pairs her up with my dad they become one quirky couple. My mom is what you call "hard of hearing" and so if you are at my house you realize that much of my parent's conversations with each other consists of them yelling at each other from different rooms. Why don't they go into the same room when they want to speak to each other you ask? Now that is just too simple for the Stone family way! My brother is quirky because he is somewhat anal, but anal in a good way and by anal I mean he must alphabetize EVERYTHING! His fiance is quirky because she gets very angry over the misuse of the English language. I don't even know if angry is the right word...livid, irate, furious...pick one. Then there is my sister, she just might take the cake for quirkiness, but in a good way! 1) she calls her cats bunnies 2) she doesn't understand that I am sarcastic 99.9% of the time, which usually turns into her yelling at me or calling me a "bitch" 3) she calls me, the girl who can't hold a relationship past 5 months, for guy advice! So those are some of the quirks of my family and, trust me, I have mine, but I will share those another time.