So this is a picture of the Google Map of where the 3rd Street spaghetti place is, but it reminded me of how one time at Pan Pacific park when I was like 9 someone accidentally hit my forehead with a baseball bat (really hard might I add) while we were playing baseball and I was the catcher. STORY OF MY LIFE. I’m fine now.
I'm a Senior at UC San Diego who loves the city of San Francisco--I want to live there someday, but, for now, I use every excuse to visit when I can. (I'm also obsessed with Paris, France, but I've never been there before. Thank you, Mary-Kate and Ashley for that one.)
When I'm not acting foolish or rotting my life (and my eye vision) away in front of my Steve Jobs-emblazoned laptop, I intern for MySpace and tweet as the voice of Becky Bones.
Some of my favorite things to do are: Writing in short sentences like Ernest Hemmingway, pretending that my knowledge on gadgets is quite extensive, and obsessively keeping my email count at 0.
