Baby, talk is cheap!

Today I've accomplished quite a lot! I took out the trash, I washed some clothes, I packed one HUGE bag(just clothes..clothes that I had forgotten already), went through all my plastic bags (I'm a finn after all. And thats what finns do. hah! And showing off with my grocery store bags in F-land. And if someone doesnt know, in F-land we need to pack our own groceries in our own bags/buy them),unpacked my roadtrip bags( and I unpacked them properly!!), went to take some letters and cards to the mailbox for the mailman to pick them up, I transfered almost all of my files to a external harddrive, worked a full 9hrs shift, went to the pool.. ecc ecc
I'm a supernatural humanbeing!

And btw, Sex and the City is just AWESOME. Love it. Even though I've seen all the episodes like ten times.

I should never let me heart near you.

I'm untouchable, sittin' in the rain, so comfortable.
Nothing on my feet, got some weed that I'm puffin on
Aint nothing wrong..

I have no idea, who you are.
Despite that I care.
You don't care who cares.
I guess we're gonna keep it that way.
Everyone's happy.
Except for me.
Luckily I'll always have my rain.



Life's such a great place to live the only life we've got!

you, me and the lies.

I came back home from my minitrip a couple of hours ago. (Some pics and text coming any day now..)
And realized that I was kind of a homeless person the last 8days. It felt good for a while. For a short while actually. So I guess I'm kinda happy to be home again. But it's not that easy really.
Because this is not going to be my home for long. Yep, I'm moving. For a few weeks to another room, and then to another continental. And thats whats fucked up right now! It doesn't make any sense. I feel more home here than I've felt in most of my official homes ever. Maybe it's just that here I can do almost whatever I want(Okay, not really, I still need to mind my manners and I'm not really doing everything I dream of). Or maybe it's just that I like to be here.. and that I can be more myself here. Or maybe it's just that I like to express my opinions(some people might call this activity 'complaining').
Some people might wonder: "Why in hell it's easier to be more myself here than it was in F-land?" Well, here I have met some new people and I need to be me with them, and let them know who I am. I don't need to worry about things they have heard from other people who know/"know" me. When I go back to F-land, a lot of people will ask me questions but a lot of people will just stay quiet and let the others ask the questions. Or then, they don't even care, but I will end up telling them anyways. And that's not a good thing, I don't like forcing people to talk to me or to listen to my talk. Maybe I should write a short book about my experiences and let everyone interested read it. There it would be: the truth.


Telling the truth isn't that easy really. Or letting everyone know it. So I guess 4 different books would be a better idea. Not everyone needs to know everything, right? But people talk to each other, so the truth would come up eventually. Telling the truth would be pretty impossible really. Because I dont know whats the truth. And which things are lies? Who really cares and what really happened?
Does the truth really matter? Does it really? When we say and ask things, EVERY-FUCKING-ONE has an idea what they would like to hear. Like when people say 'I love you'. Do people really say it just because they wanna hear it? Not because they wanna hear 'I love you too'/ 'I love you more' or smt. And when people small-talk to each other "How are you?"..Do those persons really care? I think 99,99% of them DONT. I wish I was wrong. That vast majority just wants to say something to show the other that he/she has been noticed. That question's got only one acceptable answer: Telling that you are fine/good/well/whateverthatmeansthatyouareok. Once again, it might be just my idiotic cultural background,that tells me that 'you talk only when you have something to say'. So if you ask something, it means you really wanna hear. There's nothing wrong with that really. That's logical, isn't it?
Still it seems so impossible for me to let go and just go with the local "It"-thing: not caring. It's not my fault that I don't believe in faking. I sure fake things and lie too, but when it comes to interacting with people I _care_ about: faking isn't really the "It"-thing. This makes me wonder, do other people think like this too? So the people who clearly fake things when talking to me, they don't really care? Or are they just local people? But there are different locals too. Some talk normally, some of them have to be forced to talk and some don't talk at all. This is pretty black-n-white-thinking, there's not really any rules like these. Maybe it's just that the people who care, say it. And whatever is the outcome, they stand straight behind their words. They care, even when the other says nothing, obviously lies or something else. But those who care as well, say it. Since the most of us can talk. 99,99% may not care of random people, but everyone's got at least one person they care!
Sometimes, that one person is yourself. And those are the persons who seem to care only about themselves. Is that a surprise really? Haha, no! Selfish, self-centered people like themselves! And everyone around them should notice it. It, the truth. So, the selfish people are the most honest people really.(Or maybe they are the loneliest people and they have no one else to focus on.) They don't need to think what kind of truth they should tell the others. They just answer the questions asked if they want or have time. And if they don't.. well, you get the picture. Don't you?
To mess up things a little, sometimes some people lie to protect the people they care.
But when a person doesn't even bother to lie? It can't be a good thing.
What about those small-talk 'how are you's then? Well, at least they talk. And they lie as they ask. But would it be nicer to say "hello, i dont really care how are you but sure, tell me!" I think it would be. Sometimes. Maybe sometimes just for a change. Lucky me, the change is coming. Soon no one will ask me how am I doing. No one will lie to me and say it's really nice to see me. No one will ignore me in an evil way. Everyone around me will notice me. But they will either talk to me because they care, or they will let me be because they wanna let me be.
Very rarely,( once in the last 20years to be exact) I seem to force people to talk to me, lie to me and ignore me. It feels like a thousand knives stabbed through my heart and lungs. A lot worse, probably. That's just an estimate.
So please, let me hear your lies one more time.

we, bags and a car

tomorrow is the day everyone's been waiting for! THE OFFICIAL TUKSU TOUR 2009, JONNA AND MARKE ON THE ROAD!
I got my bags packed in about an hour! Way to go me!
I'm so excited and afraid.
Wish me/us luck!
BYE. FOR NOW.

All you need is..

Everyone loves food. Right? Well, I do! I liked eating before, but these last 12months have shown me how good food can be when a really talented person prepares it! Maybe that's the reason why I don't really eat out. Why pay for some mediocre food, when you can have seriously (guaranteedly) good food? But in Beverly Hills, I had to eat out. Okay, it was take-out-food to be exact. And some were delivered. One meal was at the restaurant though.. At the Houston's. Had Griller Chicken salad. Just like the last time I ate there.
I'm gonna post some food pictures to show you what I had..
SUBWAY:

9grain bread, turkey breast, lettuce, cucumber, cheese and ranch sauce. Loved it!
Quiznos:

Meatball sub. Not too good, not too bad. Edible for sure though!
Domino's:

Pineapple, chicken, cheese pizza in a box and choco-lava-crunch-cake.

That was a piece of heaven: Chocolate lava-crunch cake!

I ordered the pizza and the cakes online. It was seriosly hilarious(in my opinion at least) to see how my pizza was doing and where it was going!
The Beverly Hilton:

Didn't taste a bit of this one though, but it smelled good! But the smell wasn't worth of the money paid for it! (about 32$..)

Another thing I've always loved, is animals. Even spiders can be cute to me!
At the Rodeo Drive I saw millions of cute dogs, but I was too busy pushing the stroller and sighing and drooling at the bags and dresses at the windows of all the stores there.. And okay, the owners of those hilariously dressed pets seemed so arrogant that I decided to let them be.. I have committed that "crime" too.. Kinda. I have bought dresses and jackets and shirts for my dog:

She totally hated the rainjacket! She didn't even dare to exit the house wearing that! My poor girl! :D
The hotel, The Beverly Hilton, had some animals too..



The next one is my absolute favourite one of the bunch:

This one wasn't really cute, to be honest. Or maybe in some so-ugly-that-it's-cute way. I named him Edgar.

Stuck in the doorway of great life.

That's how it really was in the Beverly Hills.
So close, but so far away.
Everything would have been so perfect without those tiny spaces for walking people and strollers.. And tiny doorways, which were clearly designed only for tiny people with big fashionable bags(or alternatively bodyguards that move sideways). I knew that the doorways were very small, but that didn't stop me from trying! And as you can guess already: I got stuck. Felt pretty embarrassed there..moving back and forth (with the stroller) in vain in the doorway of Neiman Marcus. Anyway, we got in. But the escalators inside were the same mini width so I didn't even try to fit in there with the stroller! Later we managed to get inside GAP. But I came out empty-handed. I decided to go there when I have more money to spend.. I really need new jeans, a scarf(a long one) and a jacket and some basic-t-shirt and a button-down.

I'm not really sure how interested some rare people who end up reading these things, are to know about my time @ Beverly Hills.. So I'm gonna make it really easy for myself and you. I'll just post some photos!

And it just keeps going..

I'm in Beverly Hills now. Loving it.
Kinda. Moving around w/ the stroller in the city that's dominated by cars isn't really the most sensibliest thing to do.
I'm gonna post some pics later..Maybe wednesday night when I'm at home. Or tonight.
I have 24hrs to use the Internet here. And it cost like $10. That's just too much..I've gotten used to the free Internet access. In that sense, I'm kinda spoiled.
Those shops at Rodeo Drive are A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Too bad I'm not a rich bastard, so I can't really afford to go crazy there. Almost cried as I passed the windows of Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus..and Louis Vuitton, Dolce& Gabbana, Hugo Boss, Etro, GUCCI, Prada, Dior, Michael Kors, Miu Miu..etc Kids totally loved those windows too! "OOH, WHATTA NICE PURSE!", "LOOK JONNA! That's just like the handbag you have!", "I want that one!!", "Let's buy that one for Mom!"
Okay, anyways..
This hotel, The Beverly Hilton( google please ;)) should have bigger doors.. The stroller doesn't fit in and out of it. But the hotel itsself is amazing. The pool is pretty big. The staff has been impeccable. The bed is very sleepable! Hah hah.. and the most awesome thing: they have iHome at the room!! Aaw<3 My iPod Touch smiles and says:"Thank yoooou!"

I'm not crying over a guy, I'm crying over a jerk!

I've been neglecting my blog a little..
13th day(Thursday) I went to get the newspaper from the frontyard and found it. But I also found a balloon!!

He was so lost.. and nicely a week before my Birthday!
On Thursday and Friday I spent a lot of time with the kids here:

And later I rewarded myself with this piece of heaven:

On Friday night I watched I love you, man! It's just suchhhh a great movie! I need to buy it. Then I watch I love you, man + Confessions of a Shopaholic + He's just not that into you -movies IN A ROW. AAaww. Confessions of a shopaholic isn't a great movie but it's entertaining and cute. He's just not that into you is just 100% awesome. My favourite<3

This weekend was kinda fun.
On Saturday I had a meeting in Imperial Beach. Never been that close to Mexico! Ha. After the meeting I just sunbathed at the beach. Result: sunburn tummy, upper legs and butt. Übersuperbe! I had to pig out a little.. I bought a Kellog's mealbar, Blueberry-cream-danish (from 7-eleven), chocolate-covered pretzels and Smartwater. (Btw, I somehow love Smartwater's ad..maybe because there's Jennifer Aniston. Who is, btw, on the cover of the Elle-magazine's September issue, and she is looking goood!) First I dug my claws into the danish. MMMMMmmh. It was good. Then I ate the mealbar and took a sip out of my SmartWater. I decided to save the choco-pretzels for later.. I really shouldn't have done that!! Gosh, I really didn't think things. Chocolate-pretzels + heat= ? Well, melt chocolate and pretzels of course. Nice..

But at home I put it into the fridge and had chocolate-pretzels-cake! I'm such a cook!! I didn't eat it all so I'm having it today as well. Cool(..ish)
On the way back, at the San Diego- Coronado Bay-bridge, we had a little accident. It was totally NOT our fault! We were standing there behind the line as we waited the other cars move(yes, i <3 traffic)..but then suddenly I heard the brakes screeching behind us..and then a second later: A big bang! Of course the traffic started moving then, so the cars moved too..But we didn't. The guy from the car behind us, ran next to us and asked are we all alright? We said yep.. Then he said something like: "This's such a bad place here! Let's drive off the bridge and stop there when the bridge ends.. I'll meet you there!" We drove there, but he never showed up.. Or then he stopped somewhere else.. The car suffered only minor damages. Thank God for that!

(The hit on the corner is an old one.. )
In the evening I watched American Pie Presents: Band Camp. It was mm.. pretty bad really. But better than nothing. I was pretty bored. But in a good way. You know, like calm saturday night. No worries, no hurries. Love it.
Today I went to see G.I Joe. It wasn't really as good as I thought. Sure there was action but I felt it was like..too done. It wasn't like effortless. Just so planned and so "movie", not so much like a story. And the romance-part was just ridiculous! I was just rolling my eyes when they came back together. At least the girl was thrown into the jail. Some sense at least! But I'd still give it 2 ½ stars. And who knew that William Turner's father-in-law(Jonathan Pryce) would become THE PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES. And then get killed by Habib Marwan/Imhotep (Arnold Vosloo)! Great.
And wow, I almost didn't recognize Joseph Gordon-Levitt! He made me wanna see 500 days of summer again.. and again. I really need to see it again. And YOU have to see it..If you like GOOD movies.

Candies.

Once again not so irrelevant title, since I'm gonna dedicate this post for the candies!
I love them. I love all sorts of candies.
The candies I've bought in Estonia,France,Monaco, Singapore, Malaysia and Italy were pretty ok. Like normal american brand candies, like KitKat, M&M, Snickers and Mars. But here, in the womb of M&M's.. the candies just suck! Twizzlers are pretty okay usually. Most chocolates taste, well, just bad or they don't have a taste of any kind!! Making bad candies should be against the law! I've a pretty strong relationship with Sweet Factory though.. There I can at least decide what kind of bad candies I want, and how much. Usually I go with pineapple jelly beans, black licorice, sour gummi poppers, Haribo-like gummi frogs, chocolate buttons, tiny bananas and Good and Plenty's.
(those who don't know what Sweet Factory is: http://www.sweetfactory.com/)



Not exactly the cheapest candies on the market..But not my fault that it's right next to my movie theatre!
So, the candies here suck. BUT. Not in F-land! That's maybe the ONLY thing that's (probably) permanently better there than it's here! Fazer forever. And it's not just that I haven't gotten any finnish candies for almost a year. Oh no, my dears.. I've gotten plenty of them! Thanks to the traditional mail. And Mom. And Xmas trip to F-land. So I had have chances to compare.
I used to eat candies in F-land quite a lot actually. Hah-hah, that explains a lot really.. Thank god, I had to ride my bicycle to school and back 5days a week! So about 13kms everyday. Oooh, how I miss my bicycle. I really hope no one has touched it..Like my stereos. Mom promised that I'll get them back though..But if something bad has happened to them while my sister had them, I'll just flip I think. Like when I let my lil sis and bro use my laptop. They had it for 40minutes and when I got it back, there was a HUUUUGE scratch on it!! But back to candies.
I sometimes had these crazy phases: like Fazer Lontoon rae-chocolate-phase, when I ate it EVERY FUCKING DAY! And not just one bite. More like one hundred bites. And Pätkis-phase. Or Sisu-phase. Or gummibear-phase. Or Lontoon rae-phase. Or salmiakki-phase. To honor those phases, I'm gonna post one pic of those phases. It dates back to 22/06/07. So over 2 years ago:

Here, I don't have anything like Pätkis-phase..or Fazer's Lontoon rae-chocolate phase! I can't have any candy phases here! There's no candy that is so good that I could eat it every day!!
Okay.. actually..There's ONE candy I could eat every single minute of my life though. And that's eyecandy! And here..is plenty of that! For those who are not here in San Diego. What do you see when you look out of window? Nothing special? You can hate me now: I see palmtrees, mountains(in finnish standards they are mountains ;)),the sun(or the moon/stars if I look out during the nighttime..)..and eyecandies. Yeah, shirtless guys prancing around with their skateboards. So I guess this makes the situation pretty even, or maybe 2-1 for the USA. Unfortunately I won't post any pictures of those candies. But believe me when I say: I don't need to go to Sweet Factory so often, because I have a window with a view straight into the Candy Shop..

She had an earthquake on her mind

I realized I did something very stupid about a week ago. And I cant take it back. I _almost_ regret it. I almost wanna beg for forgiveness. Almost. No. I want to. But I can't. But this is not what I'm gonna write about today..
"

"This feeling never leaves you alone
You pull the trigger on your own
You're hiding in your safe place
Hiding with your eyes shut tightly
on the way to the hospital"

Ok, so today I went to Mast Park. With "my" kids. They played with millions(I may be exaggerating..)of kids and I just watched. But not for too long: I got a friend too! Don't please ask what her name was, because I didn't bother to ask. It's a shame really that I didnt ask.. Turned out that she was there at the park with her granddaughter Autumn. She was very interested in chatting with me. I just hoped she would let me be and listen to my music.(Lol, I'm such a finn..dammit) I gave in eventually and started to talk with her. (Okay, I'll call her Patricia from now on Patricia asked which kid is mine. I showed her my little girl and told that actually I have two, and showed the boy too. She started praising them: "AAw, they are the cutest kids! Like little angels!" Soon the boy bumped his head and came over to me..talking finnish. After the bump in his head was "healed", Patricia said: "Wow, what kind of language is that?" I told her that it's finnish. "Oh, that's interesting. Never thought it would be finnish.. sounds weird." I agreed with her. And luckily controled myself and didn't start to complain about F-land.. Then came the usual questions: How long youve been here? Do you like living here? Do you miss home? Are you trying to get the citizenship? ecc. But then came a new one: Is your husband finnish as well? I was pretty surprised and just said "I don't think so..". That was clearly not the answer she was expecting to hear. She looked at me with her big, old granny eyes for a long time, obviously thinking very hard what she had just learnt.It wasn't a long time really, a couple of seconds actually. I soon realized what I had told her and started to correct my answer: I mean, I'm not married yet so I don't know..I.. don't think..I'll marry.. a finnish.. guy.." I felt pretty damn stupid at that moment. But she didn't seem to care, or she hid it very well. Who knows. So she started interviewing me more. I rushed to tell her that I'm JUST an aupair. I told her some other facts too. She thought it must be very nice for me to spend a year abroad..and asked if I'm going to stay here or go back home. (Again I managed to control myself and not starting with "I don't really know where my home is anymore.."-thing) I was very embarrassed to admit that I'm going back to F-land and I'm not too excited about it. Even more embarrassed after what she responded to that:" Oh, yeah..Finland. There's not much to do, is there?" And her face when she said it, it was like pity combined with compassion and maliciousness.(Okay, I may have imagined the maliciousness, but the pity and compassion were there for sure! But after all, who knows about these americans..)

"Paralyzed by the same old antics
Back and forth like some walking spastic "

Anyway, Patricia was so right.. I don't know what I'll do with myself! I am just so stupid. I have no school or job over there. I don't think that I wanna study something right now, and working..meh. The first week will be just upacking my bag, crying my heart and eyes out, regretting things I didn't do or say, maybe meeting human-beings, hugging my Nappi and other hairy creatures, stuffing myself with delicous finnish candies (HAH, there! You got it American candies! YOU SUCK!) and maybe sitting in a sauna for a day trying to sweat out the calories from the candies.. The next week I'll maybe ride my bicycle( I hope it's still there where I left it..or at least in one piece..or fixable..) everyday to the library. And watch how senior citizens pass me by..glancing at me furiously, maybe whispering:"When I was young, I didn't have spare time to just sit around doing nothing! I worked my ass off and studied hard on my free time. Nowadays young people are so lazy!" And like that wouldn't be enough, they will remind me of Patricia. And the thing she said: "There's not much to do, is there?"

"'Cause baby I'm not alright when you go I'm not fine
please be all mine
I never want you to go
because I am all yours, so please be all mine "

Or am I being too picky? Should I put my dreams aside and stay in F-land suffering every minute? And no, I'm not dramatic! Or exaggerating! Have you been in F-land? No,didnt think so.. You have? Oh, so you HAVE BEEN there? Why did you leave? HAH. But if you are still there: I'm sorry for you. In case you dont feel like suffering(not every minute at least), please, enlighten me!

ps. The picture is a dying Napoleon. By Steuben.

Even the squirrels run away from me..

I'm feeling so efficient: Watching TV, listening to the music and writing my blog.

Yesterday's concert in Chula Vista was AMAZING! There are no words to describe it. Gwen Stefani is a goddess. Her body is a killer! And it really felt like she was having fun as well! And connected to the fans.. I was sitting too far to get good pictures, but I'm gonna post some pics anyway.
The doors opened at 6.30. The seats were easy to find. I hadn't eaten much that day, so I needed something to eat or drink. Luckily I saw a guy selling drinks, so I got a coke:

My first and the last 5dollar 0,5L coke!
The first band to play was The Sounds. They were pretty ok. I guess I'll give them another try some day this week. They played only a couple of songs, maybe 6 or 7. I don't have any even ok pics of them. But you can google them!
The next one was Panic! at the Disco. This was the second time I saw them. I saw them preforming at SingFest-festival in Singpore. I didn't even try to take any excellent photos of them(yeah excusesexcuses):

But then.. They came. They walked behind a white sheet, so the audience saw only their black figures.. But when the sheet rolled up, the show begun! The Show.
Her first outfit was white pants, black boots and white short top to show off her phenomenal abs!


Her second outfit was chessboard-patterned long top/dress with black leggins or pants(cant be sure coz I was so far away, crap.)
But I guess you can google/youtube No Doubt Chula Vista 8/8/09 and see it. I was going to post some videos but it takes too long. And I'm too tired and lazy to cut them!
It was super hilarious when she let some guys to come up to the stage and signed some posters and one guy's tattoo(of her!!). But things got even funnier when she asked all the San Diego guys to sing with her:I'm just a girl! HAHA it was funny. And they sang! But we girls sang it better..and louder and more proudly! :D Too bad I don't have any video of that.. Too soon, they left the stage. And the audience(me totally included) didn't like it. But..We got them back after clapping our hands and yelling. She had changed into jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. These guys really know how to entertain..

I had soooo much fun..I almost regret not buying those over-prized t-shirts. I screamed, yelled, sang and jumped!! And now I have blisters all over my feet. Awfully nice. And my throat hurts. Last night, after the concert I was too resteless to sleep, so I just smiled and yawned on my bed..And the yawning hurt sooo bad! Gosh. But fell asleep eventually.
Can't wait to get to the next concert 16/9. I have no idea how Ill get there though. OR BACK! Guess I'll become a homeless Chula Vista resident! Or spend all my money on a cab to drop me home..

Today I did nothing really, just woke up. Did some things I needed to do. And got one more to do: buy nail stickers for my lil sis and send them for her to F-land. So I had to go to a couple of shops and look for them. I found some, but they were either ugly or expensive. So guess I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe after work. I'll try to get myself out there and run/"run". Yeah, got inspired by Gwen;)
I was about to go to see G.I Joe, but the 2.10pm show was sold out and I didnt wanna see the 4.40pm one.(Btw, I think I need to google G.I Joe and find out what it's about. Originally.) so I came back home and worked on my art-wall. It's not a real wall actually. Not yet at least! It will be. It will consist of pictures of inspiring persons(including celebrities) and items. There will be for example Gwen Stefani (of course), Scarlet Johansson (i used to hate her, but I guess she is ok after all), Jessica Alba, Megan Fox, Marilyn Monroe,Isla Fisher..
This is how my "work-shop" looked like:

And when I was finished with the ELLEs I threw them and Harper's Bazaars AWAY. It felt pretty weird to be honest. Don't know why. But I can't take them to F-land. Too heavy and what would I do with old magazines? Sure reading them would be one thing to do before I give up and let the boredom kill me.

and I'm just a girl. And you are The Boy.

My "do-not-spend-a-dime" is not working. Not at all.
Yesterday I bought strawberries and Panda-licorice from Henry's.

It was kinda stupid thing to do. Because I had just told myself to NOT buy stuff. And because one box of that licorice costs like $3 here and in F-land(where I'll be sooner than I realize) it costs like 1€.. But I had to get it.
So then I walked home, happily with my snacks.
For dinner I had maybe the only good red meat, I've ever tasted! Gotta get more of it! Or at least the name of it so I can try to find it in Europe. We also had corn. It's so delicious! Like a year ago I wasnt really a big fan of corn. Not ever popcorn. But now, I've had corn for dinner for the last 3 or 4 days! (Yesterday it was just corn,the previous 2 or 3days I've had popcorn for dinner)
I also finished How I met Your Mother-DVD box. Now I need the next season of it. But I shouldn't buy it. But I have to get it! I also watched the Sex and the City-movie. It wasn't any better than it was in the theatre.
Today I went here:

And of course I had to buy something to complete my birthday present. So now my birthday present it complete. And I'm überhappy! One of the best birthday gifts!!

So as you can see, my birthday present consist of 2 things: Tiffany &Co.-pendant/charm and ticket to an AMAAAAAZING concert in CV: Blink182, Weezer, Taking Back Sunday and Asher Roth! I'm so stoked about it!! It's gonna be one of the best days of my life..if I get a ride there and back. Or at least there. I wouldn't mind getting stuck in Chula Vista. I guess.