Hangover Queen
Saturday: two words explain that night "open bar." I just couldn't contain myself, an empty stomach wasn't going to hold me back. Lots of fun. Got to know a lot of people. If it wasn't for natalie i wouldn't have ever made it home. But i did and the roommate helped me get ready for bed. Ha... I am a crazy drunk.
Sunday: hungover explains that day. So freaking hungover! Horrible. I haven't felt like that since the dorms. Unable to handle it, i searched for hangover cures and low and behold there is a site called,
hangover.net. I have to say that shit worked. I felt a lot better.
Than i studied at school for a few hours with Alma. Before, we stopped at starbucks, and ran into cha. Small fucking world man. Chit-chatted and had some del taco. I couldn't sleep for the life of me that night.
Monday: slept in. I didn't go to my classes. Studied all day. Went to AMA meeting. Just finished studying. I'm tired and have two fucking tests and one quiz tomorrow. By golly i will prevail over that shit! If i don't i'll give someone permission to punch my lights out.
Looking forward to:
- the price is right this thursday
- halloween
- vegas
-sharky's
- free greenday concert (if anyone wants to help usher the concert and get in for free just let me know. It's Tues Nov 22nd at 7pm)
-end of the semester black&white celebration
Do you want to buy some cookies?
Welcome to the world's most notorious slum: Rio De Janeiro's 'City of God.' A place where combat photographers fear to tread, where police rearely go, and residents are lucky if they live to the age of 20. This is the true story of a young man who grew up on these streets and whose ambition as a photographer is our window in and ultimately may be his only way out.
I cannot describe the intesnsity of this film. This true story is a mix of the book Lord of the flies and the movie Casino. It's hardcore violence rooted from a poverty stricken city that knows only how to survive. In short, what I'm saying is, watch this film.
AMA's zombie ball is tonight. Due to being a cheap ass, I was pretty sure that i was going to borrow Cynthia's wonder woman costume. I guess when we were discussing the terms of the costume i missed the part when she said "all pieces not included." It was missing the cape, belt, crown, and shoes. All she left me was with some stared blue boyshorts and a itty bitty red halter top. Unless i wanted to be a all-american hooker this halloween it just wasn't going to work. Than willis gave me an idea to be a hooter's girl, but i checked online and the shirt cost 25 and the shorts were also 25, i'm sorry 50 bucks for pretty much a one time use wasn't gonna happen. Tight wad over here perused through the good ol' closet and I found my own girl scouts brownie uniform. Low and behold with some minor tweakage i am going back to my childhood roots of selling cookies this halloween. My sister Tyre called it "slutscouts." it's not that bad, but it really isn't an outfit that you should be wearing while helping grandma across the street. This should be fun.
Track 4
well your just across the street
looks a mile to my feet
i wanna go to you
funny how i'm nervous still
i've always been the easy kill
i guess i always will
could it be that everything goes round a chance?
or only one way that it was always meant to be.
you kill me always know the perfect thing to say.
hey hey, know what i should do, but i just cant walk away.
i can picture your face well
from the bar in my hotel.
i wish id go to you.
i pick up put down the phone like your favorite hemasus song goes.
its just like being alone.
oh god please don't tell me this has been in vain.
i need answers for what all the waiting ive done means.
you kill me youve got some nerve but i cant face your mistakes.
hey hey, hey hey. i know what i should do but i just cant turn away. away. away.
so go on love, leave all the still hope for escape.
gotta take what ya can these days.
theres so much i had, and so much regret.
i know what you wanna say, i know it but cant help feeling differently.
i loved you, and i should said it.
but tell me what has it ever meant?
i cant help it baby this is who i am.
and i'm sorry but i cant just go turn off how i feel.
you kill me, you build me up but just to watch me break.
hey hey, hey hey. i know what i should do but just cant walk away...
-Jimmy Eat World
Man even the gay guys on the real world are getting play!!! What's a girl got to do to get some bootay? Ha. No just kidding. I'm interested in a couple of guys tho in my AMA organization, but it's nothing worth persuing, just something to look at- besides it's healthy to have a a crush.
Speaking people of the opposite sex, sometimes it's weird how you're attracted to someone. Especially when you get that smile that overwhelms your face, the one you can't hide, not even on the phone because even just thinking about them makes you childishly happy and you just can't explain it. You see this person and your whole body is drawn towards them, and the world gets all cliche' on your ass like the world starts moving in slow motion, the colors seem to brighten, and you can almost hear the angels singing. The only thing that matters is how happy this person makes you. Yeah that's a good feeling. So that was random...
What's even more random is the dream i had two nights ago where i was pregnant and the baby's daddy and i were just friends and i had a boyfriend. I was so pregnant... fucking crazy. I tripped. I woke up in a sweat.
I just want it to fucking rain and "rain hard." It's the only way swimming and jogging will be cancelled tomorrow. It's just the fucking weather, it's too cold to be hard core exercising. Okay yeah i have to stop being lazy! I hope it it doesn't rain tomorrow. i want to work out! Working out is my life!
"if my heart could sing, it would sing songs like these"
"You can take me anywhere"
I had an awesome weekend!!!!! My Godson is 2 years old officially, although he looks like a pre-schooler. My sister announced the sex of the baby, it's a girl! I had a great time with my family cuz of course they bought this starving college student stuff. I had fun at broomball with AMA. I took a dive on my knee and have a big ass bruise but it's all good. To top it off it rained and i got a free car wash so Kudos to that. good stuff all weekend long.
On recent news, It was like 10pm last night, i was all ready to get go to bed and i received a call. I answer it and there's this crazy guy talking nonsense, about "hey i'm a sexy guy with a picture" which mubled into what i presume was laughing. Anywho I was soo confused like a crazy bitch, and than i thought to myself, "sexy + guy??" it had to be Dizon. Apparently he was getting a kick from my last post. So we caught up talked about halloween, his old roommates, boxy objects we can use to baracade a door in case of an emergency, yano the ususal. It's been awhile since i've seen that guy so in a true friendly manner he ended the conversation by calling me biotch and i ended it with a "fuck you bitch." Nothing but lurrve!!
Here are some pics of the weekend
it's the lilo
pimpin the chuck taylors.. oh yeah!
Hey Biotch!
When i was still in high school, my brothers and me were pretty much always in constant battle. They put it upon themselves to torture me in any possible way that they could and they sure as hell succeded. One day, while my mom was taking us somewhere, my mother calls out my name and says "you're a biotch." I pretty much went into a state of shock. My mother, the small curly haired mexican woman with a spanish accent called me a Biotch... actually she said it "bee-och."
Apparently, the spawns of satan convinced her that Biotch were carinos -terms of indearment. Those bastards. Anywho, they got a kick out of it, and so did my sister Cynthia. She randomly left me a message on my phone saying "hey Biotch." Nice... first i was Gorby (the russian pres), now i am a biotch. It just never ends.
P.S. must remind myself to buy a pack of chonies for my locker room because i had to go camando in jogging again. And boy was it breezy today.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Would it change anything?
family can be brutally honest
I burndt my forehead on the curling iron a few days ago. When i saw my sister today, she called me Mikael Gorbachov a russian president who is known for the crazy moles on his balding head, very similar to the burn on my forhead. Thanks sis! Ya always know how to make your little sister feel good. ;)
Excuse me, can you put your butt in my crotch?
There are some things you should leave in the past. One, for instance, are clubs that you used to go to when you were 18. the Boogie is a club i went to in my senior year of high school. I knew I wasn't going to have fun, but since i haven't seen my "mee-too," in such a long time, I went despite my many doubts.
It was exactly as i remembered it: full of skanks, horny guys, and chunti ugly old men. The instant i walked on the dance floor, i had felt at least 4 or 5 third legs on my butt. The guys there weren't even curteous enough to ask to put their dicks on me, they just put it on themselves to put IT on me. Gosh even a stupid cheasy pick up line would have sufficed!
There was this one retard who didn't understand the phrase "get the fuck off of me!" i had to push his bitch ass away from me and hanako. So gross! i felt so violated! There was another guy who came up to one of the girls in my group and started pointing at me. How unnattractive is that? It's like i was a piece of ass for sale and he was the lucky guy to choose me. I'm sorry, but if you want to talk to me, be man enough to introduce yourself. Don't get some girl to do your bidding. She's not my pimp! So like he's dancing next to me, not with me, and he whispers in my ear if he could put his dick on my butt. Not necessarily in those words, but that's what he should have just said. Faggot. "you're so beautiful blah blah blah, by the way my penis likes you too, can he show you?"
what's even more degrading are the females who just let the guys demean them so easily. They arleady had thier asses out for penises everywhere. I wanted to slap them and say, you're getting him off and he didn't even buy you dinner! It's sad.
I'm never going back to that shit hole where the skanks and horny boys dwell.
who's joe?
today i ditched class because i was way too freaking tired to do anything. I managed to reach in for some energy and drive my ass to my sister's house. We got take out at this chinese food place, and while we were waiting we went into a nearby vintage shop. The owner explained where the lower priced crap stuff was and the "stylish" jeans were in this corner blah blah blah. so my sister and i start browsing through the "in style" section and my sister comes across these cute pair of jeans. She looks at the price and they were $80 bucks. I was like "oh, its cuz they are joe jeans." My sister than says, "who the fuck is joe?" I had no clue, but my sister continued to say "who'se joe?" "who the fuck is joe?" I just thought it was funny because it reminded me of the move "two weeks notice," when hugh grant assumes this heavy lady is pregnant and hugh says, "congratulations on the baby." The heavy lady is like "what baby?" LOL comedy. so yeah, that's my story and i'm sticking to it.
I saw someone who i once had my eyes on today. he was at my sister's house today. I also got my passport today and HE took a look at my passport and says i was beautiful. I have to concur with his observation. If i saw that picture of someone i would totally do me. hahaha. Too bad i don't always look so gosh damn gorgeous, i'm usually just beautiful. Hey, you can only work with what you got.
by the way, "whot the fuck is joe?"
do whatever dingles your berries
This past weekend was something i really needed. My body was in some major need of a jolly good time. SD has always been a place to get that perscription filled.
i must refrain from going to frat parties called "I ate a pie" hahaha! Especially when they are filled with people who cannot dance. I, unfortunately, was a witness to two very unattractive rhythemically challanged people having dry sex on the so-called dance floor. My eyes were than tainted by a girl wearing a one inch mini skirt flashing her ass to anyone. I was than pushed aside by drunk ugly guys trying to take pictures of this naked ass with their camera phones. As i was leaving i became a victim of a drunk girl grabbing my boobs because she liked my shirt that says "everyone loves an italian girl." Frat parties dont' you love 'em?
FYI to anyone who goes to an expensive dinner: drink before or after the restaurant experience, drinks alone can put a big dent in the cash flow. Now add up the cost of the drinks with the cost of the food... it's like selling your big toe. Mucho dinero.
As always i had another successful trip down south thanks to the roomie.
