hawaii...i hate you.

so for my 30th bday, my sis and my bf thought it would be a fab idea to take me to hawaii since i've never been there...and at the time, i was like, yeah, sure, that sounds like fun...i didn't know that i would actually be descending into my own personal nightmare...
okay...i really should start this from the beginning:

thursday, feb. 12: i need to get my ass up at 5 am in order to catch my 8 am flight onto delta to fly into hawaii...that in itself was the beginning of a bad idea...i never wake up before 8 am...so i get my booty up and we manage to get to our flight on time...i'm in a daze...on the flight, i attempt to watch night in rodanthe with richard gere and diane lane which quickly makes me fall asleep which in turn pisses me the fuck off cause i totally want to see some james franco action but can't seem to stay awake for that...i then get up and manage to watch ghost town in its entirety which in turn upsets me cause that movie also royally sucks...i then spend most of my time playing inflight trivia...and also make my bf get me a sandwich on the plane cause i'm starving cause it's about 11 pm by this time...we finally get to hawaii in like 5 hours...i think...head to our hotel in which i decide to sleep...i hate flying...i sleep and sleep...

friday, feb. 13: i get up sometime in the morning...my bf and i decide to walk around waikiki which apparently is a tourist attraction...we take lots of pictures in which he informs me that i shoot like a "child" which in turn enrages me so i decide to ignore him for the rest of the trip...i then tell him that he deserves to be punished for belittling my "art." i tell him he can pick his own punishment and give him a chance to come up with three punishments on his own and i'll pick one and if he can't come up with a good one, i'll decide on my own punishment for him...of course, he can't come up with one...i then tell him that his punishment would be that he is not allowed to hang out with me on this trip...he cries...okay, he really doesn't cry cause he knows i'm actually bad at doing what i say i'm gonna do...at about this time, my sister calls cause she wants to hit the beach...so i hit the beach with my bf, my sister and her friends...little did i know this would be my descent into hell...so i'm in my bikini at the beach, prancing around, playing in the water for a good 15 minutes and then cover up cause i know i'm allergic to the sun so i try not to stay out too long...we then head back after grabbing lunch at zippy's and head to the hotel's pool...at the pool, i head to the jacuzzi and await for my bf to come join me...when he comes back, i wanna try the water slide but as soon as i'm on top of the water slide, i'm afraid to actually slide down...the little kids are like, "you can do it...it's really fun." and i'm like, "i don't know...it's kinda scary...will i die?" after standing there for like 5 minutes, i decide to go for it...i get on the water slide and instantly regret my decision...water gets up my nose and i'm flailing around...this little girl at the bottom of the slide asks, "wasn't that fun?" and i'm like, "no...that sucked...big time." i manage to make my way out of the kiddie pool...at this point, i'm over it and head back into the hotel room...5 minutes in, i knew something was wrong...my body begins to get really itchy and about 30 minutes later, my entire body breaks out into this nasty rash...i'm like, wtf??? i'm hoping it will just go away....several hours later, i have to meet a friend for dinner and i'm just completely miserable...that nite, i start hating life and want to book a flight back home to LA...

saturday, feb. 14: i wake up and the rash has gotten worse...my bf gets me benadryl and i spend most of my day sleeping...i force him to cancel our v-day dinner reservations cause there was no way i was gonna go out in this condition...i'm constantly scratching myself like a crack whore and on the verge of tears...for dinner, all i could force myself to eat was two hawaiian bread rolls and an iced tea...my bf has to order himself a pizza...most romantic v-day ever...

sunday, feb. 15: i had to go to northshore in which i spend most of the trip in the car cause i was afraid of having a second outbreak of dermatitis...i was just completely hating my life and hating hawaii...couldn't wait to come back to LA...i managed to eat some shrimp at some shrimp shack and was excited to just be back in the hotel room where i could scratch myself into oblivion...my bf then forces me to hit rum fire to get dinner...he tries to get me to eat a lettuce wrap in which i spend most of the evening pouting and giving him dirty looks...i finally give in and have one lettuce wrap...at this point, food disgusts me...

monday, feb. 16: my last day was spent walking around waikiki and getting souvenirs for my co-workers...i also got the cutest hawaiian shirt for my bf's nephew...i seriously can't wait to give it to him...we also grabbed dinner at sidewalk street inn...i swear, best food in hawaii...hands down...we had yakisoba, chicken cutlet, and some salad with shrimp, capers, avocado...delish...i also spent a lot of time playing big 2 in which we would wager for coffee bean drinks...oh yeah...during all this time, i made a billion phone calls to my personal doctor and crying...he told me i should take prednisone which freaked me out cause it's a steroid so i figured i'd take it once i got back to LA...we then take the red eye flight back to LA...i spend the nite sleeping on my bf's lap...

tuesday, feb. 17: we get back to LA at 8 am...i'm in a complete daze and unable to make it back to work...i finally get up at 2 pm and get my prescription for prednisone...and wow, it tastes like death...like RAID, if i had ever tasted raid...my bf is like, "does it taste like a wet donkey?" and i'm like, "i'm sure a wet donkey would prolly taste better." so now i have to take this steroid for the next 5 days...lucky me...

wednesday, feb. 18: it's my bday!!! i am now officially 30...whoppee dee doo...my bf meets me up at my work for lunch and i get a chipotle bbq bacon angus burger...the first bite was delish...the rest of it makes me wanna puke...he also made me a bday card in which i'm completely enamored with...now, i'm finally home...and trying to figure out where i wanna go for my bday dinner with my sister...i know...life gets insanely tough for me sometimes...

side note: i fucking love LA!!! it's the best city ever...home sweet home!!! xoxo...