- What? Where? When? - Wednesday, October 27, 2004

That's going to be the extent of my vocabulary until December.

I love designing websites. I love helping people. I wish I had four arms, three laptops, and another brain wouldn't hurt either.

I find myself having three priorities at the top of my list, and I don't care how much I have to scramble - I want to see them do well.

I recently got an email that surprised me. This person is looking to open an online shop for short track merchandise (blades, equipments, etc.) in Germany that will be connected to it's ST website. They're interested in purchasing ST Gear for promotion of the sport during their competitions, as well as getting publicity for the sport (which was my vision for this company to begin with). I've been doing some research on shipping overseas, and it's not as pricey as previously thought, since I won't be sending any parcels or large packages. Now that I'm cleared on what it cost to send a handful of items at a time, I'm going to offer ST Gear globally. After all, I don't want this to be strictly for the US, but for the whole sport of Short Track.

I'm in the middle of a re-design, something more edgy, more sporty, and goes along with the new direction and new affiliates. While shooting for aquiring Adidas as an affiliate, I think everything would benefit by having a more sleek design to represent the excitement of short track and what it has to offer.

Getting back to the email, reading it really humbled me...

At the end of the day, I'm just happy to help. Plain and simple. Nothing that I've done will make me rich, and never did I go into any of it with that mentality. If I wanted to be rich, I should invest in Starbucks stock. With the little knowledge of web site design that I have, and my willingness to offer my efforts, my mission is the same: I'll give you my best. Olympic athletes work so hard, I believe they deserve to have someone work hard for them. I also take pride in being asked to take projects, and never having to pursue anyone. Not only is it not my personality to 'round up clients, per se, I want to just let my hard work speak for itself.

The speedskating community is a tight-knit one, that has repeatedly made known that 'outsiders' may appear to be just that. There's a major trust factor that I've come to greatly respect and understand, and I'm honored when asked to do anything for these athletes. I'm not the best - hell, far from it. I'm not afraid to show my excitement, my fun side, or get a little crazy for something that I love. I think this is what attracts - people genuinely having a good time. Yet, I have to believe that these wonderful people will see through all the giggles, cheers, and playful moments and see someone that is sincere and intentionally pure. It's funny when they, in turn, inspire you to be a better version of yourself. If that's the only 'profit' that is gained from all this, it's well worth it - even through the misunderstandings and gossip.

I only want to be known for being there when I'm needed most. Keeping my friends close, and my enemies closer because it benefits no one in the end to burn bridges. I want to keep falling in love with short track and the rush it gives me whenever I see it live. I want to keep supporting the athlete that gave me a new outlook on life, no matter cheesy that sounds.

Don't know where this schpeal came from - but I guess it needed to be said.

- Rain, rain, go away - Tuesday, October 26, 2004

...and come again when I'm smart enough to bring a jacket to work, just in case.

Pffft.

Pretty dismal weather for Northern Cali right now, and it's making me sluggish and sleepy this week.

I did get a very good laugh from one of my preschooler's today:

Student: "Miss April, are you married?"
Me: "Um, actually, no I'm not."
Student: "Oh. You haven't found anyone to be in love with?"
Me: *What are you, writing a book?* "No, sweets - haven't found anyone that I would like to marry quite yet...maybe someday."
Student: "You mean you haven't gone to college and seen any boy that's cute?"

Now, mind you this girl is 4 years old. FOUR! I'm standing in line waiting to help the kids get their lunch, and she proceeds to grill me about my love life. So, I knealed down and said:

Me: "You know, honey, as soon as I found someone to marry, I will let you know."
Student: "When you're all grown up?"
Me: "Uh, yes. When I'm all grown up. You'll be all grown up, too, very soon."
Student: "I don't want to grow up - it hurts to have babies!"

They're manufacturing these 4 year olds a little too smart for their own good these days.


- It's official... - Sunday, October 24, 2004

...Apolo is not human.

God, he's amazing.

that is all.

- Short Track Bliss and a new toy - Saturday, October 23, 2004

Sooo....

How 'bout them short trackers?

Holy Crap!

It's been the craziest weekend ever, phone is ringing off the hook with friends joining in the victory dance for Apolo's gold x 2! Of course, this would be the weekend that I've had a ton to do, so I haven't been able to get to the lap top that much. Therefore, when getting calls like, "Girl, did you hear? Apolo got 2 golds!", I nearly fell from my chair.

phone rings again.

"OMG! Rusty got bronze!" WHA? Really?

phone rings yet again.

"Did you get the email? Guess what? Bridie set a new American record in the 1500! Allison placed 6th and made it to her final!"

This is half the fun of short track. Not only being happy for your team doing well, but being able to get on my horn and shout it to the roof tops to your fellow ST freaks, lol. I've never received so much good news in 2 nights ever! I'm so proud of our short track team, the World Cup team as well as our US team competiting in Calgary.

Bridie, Mike, and Cherise have been doing so well, I wish there was a way to be present at two competitions at once! We got the chance to know Cherise a little better recently, and she's an amazing chick. She's the sweetest thing, especially to those that she's met for the first time, and truly humble and appreciative of the fans that follow her sport.

Allison - girl, you're kickin' some major ass. After all that she's gone through in the month before the China cups, it's even more incredible. Tough, that's the word that comes to mind.

Speaking of tough, psh - Bridie, don't get me started! Her first competitions since her knee surgery, and she goes and places 1st overall AND sets a record. In the words of AAO - "No words..."

So, yeah, I may be a TAD pumped for Madison. ;)

Well, the new toy is here.

*looks shocked* NO! Not THAT kind of toy...I just jumped in and purchased a new cell phone. I've been waiting 56,000 years for a phone like this - it does everything but cook your meals.



Motorola V220


I will finally be able to access the net from my lap top anywhere, with the handy USB data port. When I was picking it out, I asked the sales associate that all I wanted was something with a data port - turns out this sucker has a camera with a 4X zoom. Whoa. You mean this thing has a 'sneaky cam'? Hmmm....

It's also nice to be able to check my email from anywhere.

Shows you how long I've been in the ice age, these phones blow my mind! Forever, I've had the bottom of the line, free Nokia that I got when I turned my phone on 2 years ago. You know those phones that proceed to dial every person in your addy book, leave a message of "pffhhhhh, foefhhhhhopppowoihhhh.." and all the while you don't have a frickin' clue. UGH! My phone was so old, it didn't even have a key lock.

Another fun added bonus is that I went from AT&T to Cingular (which will soon be bought out by AT&T), and I knew what that meant. I can prank call a certain Visalian, who is also a Cingular customer, all damn day and it doesn't touch my minutes. Muahahaha. Oh.

- WTF Wednesday - Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I'm ready for Wednesday to be over.

I'm ready to, when no ones looking, drop kick wednesday in the nearby trash can.

Wednesday can kiss my irish/puertorican ass.

Will someone tell me when Wednesday decided to be a smartass and prance around wearing a Monday suit?

Uh?

Hmm?

Ok, yeah - I'm going to starbucks to study. Maybe I'll calm down when I'm reciting my order...

- The Fetish and the Foe - Monday, October 18, 2004

Section 1: Autos

I love cars.

My father didn’t have any boys, so thanks to you, Dad, for passing on your love of all things automotive to me and my younger sister.

Hot rods, vintage, custom-built, tricked out, souped up, you name it – I dig it. I find amusing the stories that my dad tells me, and he has plenty since managing car stereo/accessory dealerships for the better part of 20 years. One thing my dad always clues me in on which are the best cars to purchase, and which are the best cars to use as your next beach bonfire bin.

Story 1:

“So, my co-worker comes in from doing an install. ‘What car do we have in there?’ I ask. ‘A Black 2003 Daewoo’ he says with a slight sarcasm. Daewoo, uh? My co-worker goes through the diagnostics and attempts to check the alarm sensor by smacking the top of the car. Now, no objects are used in the ‘smacking’, just a good hand pop will do to see if the alarm is properly working.

He smacks the hood. A look of horror falls on his face. ‘What’s wrong?’ I ask. ‘Uh, Joe – I just put a dent in the hood.’”

A dent?!?

The moral of this torrid tale: Someone tells you to buy a Daewoo, poke them in the eye. As the now infamous movie “Taxi” has pointed out, Daewoo’s are at the bottom of the car food chain and apparently made with “Fisher Price” durability and some type of 12-gauge metal.

Do you know how thick 12-gauge metal is?

We’re talking a step above tin foil, here.

I mean, getting from point A to B doesn’t have to cost you a small fortune, but do you really think it’s worth it to drive around in a Pepsi can?

Unless you’re hip to the idea of a car that you can recycle on your way home from work, I think you’re bit smarter than that.

Section 2: Starbucks

Now, there's nothing more fulfilling than ordering at Starbucks; a tad to the effect of announcing your personality in a cup to the less than caring partons nearby.

They're cranky, they want their coffee.

However, as much as I enjoy learning what it is that I do enjoy ordering, writing down the 'coffee lingo' in sequence and reciting it to myself before I come to the counter, I've noticed that my list of beverage adjectives is - well - getting longer. Frankly, I have a short term memory that is equal to a large field rodent, so I'm starting to become concerned about how much of a retard I sound like now. My nerves break down, my pretencious Italian is slacking, and I find myself approaching the counter saying, "I'll have a mocha-grande-venti-peppermint-non-fat-shot. And make that unleaded"

WTF?

For the LOVE of Colombia, I just had this s--- down a second ago!

What the hell did I just order? Am I losing my edge?

I almost want to liberate my coffee-loving soul and blurt out, "I'll take a BIG ASS cup of caffeine!"

With all the other million things I have to list, sort, and file in my daily life, trying to get a cup of coffee should be the easy part of the day.

Man, it must be Monday.

- Saturday Night from Sac town - Sunday, October 17, 2004

I just came home from a crazy night out with the girls and guys, so before I fall asleep - here's the quick version.

Went downtown and had dinner at Mikuni Midtown sushi bar and later went down to Old Town Sacramento to Laughs Unlimited Comedy club to watch Kirk Noland.

Mikuni had the Red Sox/Cardinals game on 5 different hanging plasma TV's (which kept the guys happy) and a very industrial-type theme with a bar in the center. All this time, I had no idea this was here in downtown! Oh man, and the comedian we saw tonight - wow. This guy is nuts. As part of his act, he does crank phone calls from the stage and uses a synthesizer to change his voice to sound like a midget! And get this, he was getting ideas of who to call from the audience, and someone (who clearly had too many jack daniels) told him to call Governor Arnold Schwarzengger since apparently he was staying at the Hyatt Regency. This crazy-ass called information, asked for the Hyatt's number, and tried to book a room next to the Governor as a very disgruntled midget. We were rolling!

Ah, I'm so bushed. That's my glorious recap for now.

The sushi was super, the company was great, kirk was hilarious, and rum leaves a funky taste in your mouth. :P



- WTF Friday: Is that snow? - Friday, October 15, 2004

Heh.

Snow in Sacramento? Don't make me laugh. Snow is only for those that live in climates that have all four seasons. Although Sac-town's unpredictable weather wouldn't make me bat an eyelash if you told me that there was a combination hurricane AND earthquake - a hurriquake - coming by the end of the week, the idea of snow is utterly ridiculous.

I was running arrands the other day, and saw this white flakey stuff on my car. What was odd was the sky was almost an amber color, overcast, and HAZY as hell.

*blink* whoa?

But really, I discovered it wasn't snow.

The air was thick and it smelt like the day after the bonfire at a camping trip. Uh, yeah, something's wrong here.

Apparently Northern Cali is having unplanned wildfires and it's causing us to have this post-cookout weather. It's doing a number on my sinuses, and a ton of kids in near by schools went home because the haze was making them sick. Hey, if I can handle 3 hours in a casino next to an extremely large human frantically smoking on a cigar as if sucking the life outta that thing would give him super powers and a girlfriend named Pamela, then I think I can deal with a bit of smokey valley haze.

While I'm not ready to find a bright side to this, or bust out the marshmallows on a stick, at least it's kept us from the blazing post-summer aftershock heat. See? I really am an optimist.

- The Real Dreamweaver - Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Not too long ago I purchased a book called, "The Complete Book on Dreams and Dreaming" by Pamela J. Ball. I've always been intrigued by the interpretation of dreams, and what role that vivid dreams play in one's real existance.

Reading more into its contents, I've come to find that this book will either fascinate you or completely freak you out. It is a detailed breakdown of what your dreams consist of, all the components and people involved, where you're positioned, the colors that you see - or lack thereof.

Maybe the reason it captivates more than it scares me is because I've always been on a mission to understand what dreams do or what they're meant to be in our lives. When I was young, under the age of 10, I suffered from what I learned not too long ago to be "Night Terrors". This is a dream state in which the person has such vivid, sometimes violent dreams, that it causes them to physically get up and move about the house in a dream-like coma. I remember my mother telling me the things that would happen, and it would shock me since I couldn't remember any of it. Running downstairs in the middle of the night to grab pots and pans to bang against the counters, wake up the next morning to find bruises on my leg; only to be told that I was hitting the wall in my sleep.

Some dreams were scary, I would even yell or scream out loud. My mother told me that I would at times stand on my bed, point to something or someone that I thought was there, and had this look of fright or desperation on my face. At night, I could have swore that I could feel bugs on me in dreams, or feel hands pushing me down. Don't get me wrong, I had fun at the local sleepovers with friends; it never seemed to happen anywhere but home. And both my parents felt horrible for me, at that time, not realizing what was wrong with me. Mom said she would dread having to attempt to wake me out of my 'state', and she said my eyes would be wide open, albeit glassed over, and I would talk to her.

I wouldn't remember a thing.

There was one time I'll never forget, only thanks to my mother telling me - my dad was sick one night, and he always does better sleeping upright in a lounge chair in this case. He was out in the living room, and at about 3am, he was barely awake when he saw a figure move passed him and head for the front door. My dad is a light sleeper, so it woke him. When he turned around, he saw me at the door, opening it, and proceeding to walk out the door.

He ran after me, stopped me, and led me back to bed, but I would think of that moment and couldn't help but get a little nervous. If he would have not seen me, I could have went out the door, down the street, who knows where! Well, after years of thinking that my 'Night Terrors' were just a results of mixing pizza and watching Thundercats each night, an emotional time in my family was predicted by my dreams. I won't get into specifics, but the dreams I would tell my parents about proved later on to be a foretelling of what our family was to go through.

Yeah, even now it's eerie. Because after this family issue had passed, I didn't grow out of my Night Terrors, they just simply stopped.

And I've heard, even from good friends, that some people don't dream in color. Most images are in black and white, or in shadows or shapes, not really having much clarity. My dreams have always been vivid, bright, and often times confusing me on whether it was real or not. Dreams also say a lot about someone's personality that they may not even realize. I know that most of us have had dreams of flying at one point or another. I, too, have dreamt of flying - however my version has differed from most I know. In your dreams, you should be able to do anything, conquer the most impossible task. Flying would be no exception, since it's a symbol of nothing holding you back but your own imagination. With me, though, it was a struggle - flying, that is. When I would get ready to fly, I would only go so far above the ground and to reach higher - it would be painful - i.e. moving my arms, thinking so much that my head would hurt.

Dude, there's something wrong when even in my HEAD I couldn't even flying above the trees. It said something about my outlook on life, what I thought about the gifts I had or didn't. For some, amazing things just happen; others have to work harder for it.

I would highly recommend this book, since it ties in the mental with also the spiritual aspects of dreams and their interpretations. I want to end this with a little interpreting of my own.

Lupes - this is for you. -------------

1. Color plays a vital part in all symbolism. This is partly to do with the vibratory frequency which each individual color has. In working with the colors of the rainbow, we discover that the warm, lively colors - which give back light - are yellow, orange, and red.

2. Orange: This is an essentially cheerful uplifting color. Its associated qualities are happiness and independence.

3. White: This color contains within it all colors. It suggests innocence, spiritual purity, and wisdom.

4. Clothes: The color of clothing is often significant. Clothes being worn by someone to whom they do not belong is confusion in the dreamer's mind as to which roles are approriate for each character.
a). Clothes belonging to a particular person: we are being reminded of that person, even though we are aware that they cannot necessarily be with us.
b). A hat: a symbol of wisdom and the intellect and also of protection. It can signify both spirituality or sexuality, depending on the other aspects of the dream.



- Misc Tuesday - Tuesday, October 12, 2004

I have a ton of things to accomplish today; finishing up my final project for school being one of them. Plus a bunch of domestic stuff that I don't need to mention, for fear of boring myself.

I do want to say a congrats to our girl, Neets, for FINALLY announcing her move to PA about, oh, 4 months late. You East Coasters are not only sneaky, but you're getting sneakier - if that's even a word.

I've been, for a while now, mourning the fact that there is no IKEA in Sacramento, and the nearest one is Emeryville, CA (near San Fran). But I was knocked off my rocker to find that come Fall 2005, my beloved West Sacramento area will receive one! It's about TIME the Capital of California gets the love it deserves.

I can't believe it's not going to cool off til this saturday. The high today is suppose to be 94.

94? Last time I breezed by the calender it read OCTOBER. Ugh. I'm moving to Alaska, and don't expect me to tell you until 4 months later *wink*

- WTF Friday: Um, you want to eat where? - Friday, October 08, 2004

Ok, so it's a bit late.

And I know Friday is nearly over, but since it's techincally still good for a few more hours, here we go:

Exhibit A: The Burrito Place


The lovely, the wonderful, the incredible speedskater that shall remain nameless (but his initials are Apolo Anton Ohno) got into a discussion with Lupes and I while in CO about Mexican food after practice that day. Now, if you know Lupes like I know Lupes, you will know that this girl is Hard Core Mexican and when it comes to suggestions of what mexican food to check out (i.e. anything not coming straight from a mexican family's kitchen), it must first have the Pita Baby Stamp Of Approval. The P.B.S.O.A, if you will. Oh, and if you venture to eat at such an establishment without this Stamp present, you will thus be beaten down or at the very least - profusely mocked.

Well, poor Apolo - he doesn't know this rule. Yet, he learned quite swiftly when he suggested that we all check out the above pictured restaurant. Lupe, I'm sure, was delighted to lead him in the right direction and down the path of Mexican cuisine righteousness. Let's just say that now Apolo knows where he can go to get 'the real deal', but our curiousity still led us to drive by and snap a pic of this place - and yes, that IS a running burrito on the sign, ROFL.

- Up in the Trees - Thursday, October 07, 2004

Ok, I don't know where Molls discovered this little diddy, but it apparently shows you what tree you are.

I read what I am (an Ash Tree), and I'm not quite sure what to make of it.

May 25 - Ash Tree (Ambition) -- extremely attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with fate, can be very egotistic, reliable, restless lover, sometimes money rules over the heart, demands attention, needs love and much emotional support.

So yeah, go over to Molls' and check out what Tree you should be livin' in, and ponder along with me....

- Midweek Madness - Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Yeah, I'm clearly ready for Friday to get here.

Tomorrow my preschool class will be visiting the pumpkin patch in Citrus Heights, and I know that day has 'ciaos' written all over it. A hundred 3-5 year olds, a 5 acre pumpkin patch, and a bunch of teachers that will forget to have their prozac and wheaties that morning - I think I feel a fake cold coming on.

Today was a bit hectic, but I'm glad this week my days are cut in half and I'm home by 12:30.

Nothing too exciting going for the duration of the week; I have a CISA quiz to take tomorrow, and finish my final project, which will be creating expense worksheets and graphing charts. Ugh, that sentence totally reeks of boredom. Just cleaning up my chicken soft tacos and quacamole and chips from Chipotle. I know, Lupes, I have sinned the greatest sin of blasphemy.

The only thing keeping me secretly happy as a clam would be my fall break from work next week. The whole week, people. I have some website ventures to finish, this one will be finished before next season starts, and this one will get a face lift and a new plan for the upcoming season. Her excitement about this project makes everything worth while, and if you read this, thanks for your call - we'll get you rollin' for this new year!

It's amazing, I was talking to my friend Jimmy and he says that he has a client that needs a website for his construction business. He said he really wanted my business card and was interested in having me do the project. I was shocked. It's still in consideration right now, but apparently my name has been spread around without me knowing! I'm still not quite as confident in my website skills and ability to really take myself seriously to, say, do this as a side business. I, of course, would absolutely love to do that for a living, but I'm taking it a step at a time for now.

Totally Random 3:
1. I have some items from GapBody on my wishlist - I want this from the supersoft collection SO bad.

2. Added some new Sacramento Links to my side panel - check 'em out!

3. Have any of you heard the new song by R.Kelly called You Saved Me? Omg, I heard it on my way to Fresno last week and started balling in the car! That song is crazy...

3 1/2. How excited am I that almost a month from now, we'll be visiting one of the hipest, too-kool-for-schoolest Polaks in the U.S. of A...? On a scale from 1-10 I'd say about a 45.

- Come on baby, light my fire - Monday, October 04, 2004

It was somewhat of a 'hot' theme for this past weekend.

It started Saturday morning, driving to 'yes-it's-October-but-it-still-burns-like-July' Fresno, CA. The krazy kali freaks all had nothing to do this weekend, and you know what that means. Well, it means - yeah, we had nothing to do.

After meeting up with the krazies in question, we ended up at the almighty Yoshino's sushi bar and just nearly escaped a 'death by damn good sushi'. This is the ONLY place to eat when in Fresno - no, serious, it almost IS the only place, but it's now my favorite.

The Salmon & Cream Cheese, and the Wat Special (tempura shrimp, salmon, and avocado sushi) was a virtual orgy of the taste buds. Whoa, that's a visual. With some soy sauce, a bit of wasabi, and a Shirley Temple w/ 79 cherries, it is the vegas side show of this middle of farmland town. I just love to see the girls faces after they've realized that sushi is quite filling.

"This [sushi]'s tasty, but it's quite filling..." - scary Anchorman reference.

Thanks Molls for, once again, making me laugh til I pee - just a little bit. And thanks Lupes for being smack dap right in the middle of California. Without you, the sushi rendevous would not be possible. The weekend is never complete without a trip near Yosemite for a little gambling...or what I like to call, "Watch people lose their money". I admit, I'm not by any means an avid gambler - ok, I'm not even a slight gambler, I was just hunting for quarters at the bottom of my purse to make some lights go off on the 25 cent slots. The real fun is watching Lupe in action. This is one woman passionate about her Roulette games, and she can hem-haw with the best of them. Whatever the hell 'hem-haw' means.

FYI - sprint to your local movie previewing establishment to see Ladder 49. Someone's gonna win somethin' for this movie, I wish it was it me, but no. Go see it, it's excellent. If the Fresno heat doesn't kill you, Joaquin Phoenix's heat in this movie will. *phew*

And people wonder why we live for the weekends?

- God I love this Man - Saturday, October 02, 2004

You simply must read the latest by my new Muse...
Dave Barry of the Washington Post.

Muscle-Mass Hysteria
A weightlifting novice learns how to do the clean and jerk -- or at least half of it


Getting back to my exercise and weights routine made this article even funnier. This guy, I tell ya, makes my sides hurt I laugh so much.



- Livin' la vida mocha - Friday, October 01, 2004

I swear, if I were to die, donate my body to UC Davis for the sake of science, they would open me up to find 2 things:

1. Starbucks Peppermint Caffe Mocha
2. Red Vines

I could live off of those two items alone.

It's been a steady diet of coffee this past week. I mean, hook me up to the IV and shoot it through my veins - saves on paper cups.

Take the Starbucks convo:

Nate: "Whatillitbe, April?"
Me: "I'll take a extra-hot, non-fat, 2-pump peppermint caffe mocha, nix the cup and straight up my artery, thanks."
Nate: "Homework tonight, eh?"
Me: "You got it. Now get to shootin'."
Nate: "With whip?"
Me: "Erm, I'm not much into S&M, but.."
Nate: "I mean on your MOCHA, do you want wh -"
Me: "YES...of course...that's what you meant...since that's what I meant..."
*crawls from the counter*

I remember in CO springs last month, someone offered Apolo one of those Starbucks Double Shots, which he declined. I think he mumbled something about the high sugar/caffeine content or something like that, and I stated that it was simply "crack in a can". He may have laughed at that, but I'm dead serious - if you have a thesis paper due the next day, and you have to stay up til 3 am, avoid the painful task of keeping your eyes open with toothpicks and drink one of those babies. WHOA! You'll be awake; problem is you will stay awake for the next 5 1/2 weeks.

The weekend is here. Let's see what mischief this Ape can get herself into.

*insert innocent puppy eyes*

Short Track season is almost here, people. It's going to be great to see everybody again. And those of you that I love that are not going to Madison - thanks for making me cry, lol. In the words of the immortal Beach Boys, I sing; "I wish they all could be California Fans..."

Don't gimme that look - that's what you were thinkin', too.

WHO ARE YOU

Name: April
Location: Sacramento, CA.
Age: 24
Birthday: May 25th
Color: Royal Blue
Hobbies: Drawing, Sketching, Painting
Photography, Web Design, Graphic Design
Piano, Guitar, Drums, Art Museums, EddieBear

Friends

Molla
Lupes
Beats
...more to come.

Travel

Next Stops:

Seattle, WA - August 2006
New York City - Dec 2006


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