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Dear Blog. Scratch my previous mushy love post 'cause I have a new obsession. His name starts with an M, and GOSH is he delicious.
He's better then icecream, and chocolate, and Panera salads, and koala yummies.
Mmmm. Koala yummies.
Why did they ever stop selling those at Publix anyway?
Aside from that, I just survived halloween weekend. I'm running on let's see like... 48 plus 24...mhmm carry the one, add it to 6... equals 0 HOURS of sleep in like 3 days but it was sooooo worth it.
Here is an extremely abridged version of what happened:
1. Went to the swamp with Matt and Noah on Wednesday night. I was dressed in an Alice in Wonderland outfit that was so short it should've been a crime. The temperature was also below zero. I froze off my choach. I then went to matt's friend Ashley's house where I hung out and let me choach defrost. Good night overall.
Total Hours of sleep that night: 2.
2. Thursday night I went clubbing. I forgot the name of the club. Was it plasma? Anyway, white girls can't dance. Ally and I showed everyone how it was done. ;-) I also convinced some guy dressed up as a clown to go up and scare Ally since she has a fear of clowns.
Matt then almost got eaten alice by this girl named Heather. She hates him and I can't figure out why.
Total Hours of sleep that night: 2.
3. Friday night was halloween. Went to a halloween party with Matt and Noah where everyone was plastered. Saw some guys dressed up as Steve-O and a Christmas tree. Noah drank his weight in liquor and started yapping my ears off. The hostess passed out. We left. Went to Ally's house just to deal with more drunkards. Ally was plastered too (what else is new?). Didn't stop us all from getting into the jacuzzi and drinking though. Well, except for me cause I'm uptight. I'm so uptight, you can shove a rock up my ass and I'll squeeze out diamonds.
After the jacuzzi, we went back to Ally's room abnd lit up the hookah. Smoke a bit, stained Ally's bed, and watched her have a panic attack over it. Thanks a lot Matt.
Total Hours of sleep that night: 6--give or take.
I'm falling alseep right now but figured I should update you guys.
Happy Halloween everyone. :-)
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| Daydreaming. |
[19 Oct 2008|12:30am] |
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So my friend Alexandra (also known as Aly, like myself) and I were speaking today and she confessed to me that she has this fantasy of her dream man one day showing up at her bedroom window and playing the guitar and singing a beatles song for her simultaneously.
It's genus. It's adorable. It's the cutest fantasy ever.
I too would like a boy to show up at my window and sing and play for me. Except, I would find it romantic for him to humor me and sing something completely irrelevant like "Vampire" by antsy pantsy while playing some outdated instrument simultaneously, like the harmonica, or the bag pipe or something. Is that weird? Maybe just a little?
Or maybe some flowers on my doorstep would be sufficient.
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[12 Oct 2008|11:24pm] |
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Dear Blog,
I have a crush and it royally sucks.
I didn't want to find myself in this position again but then he came along and he's so perfect. I can't resist. Sometimes I try very hard not to stare so hard. My mouth gets dry when I look at him too long and I feel dizzy. My body leans toward him of its own accord and my hands automatically reach out to touch him. It sounds so fucking dramatically real that I can't even take it sometimes.
I want him.
I always get what I want.
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| Men. |
[20 Sep 2008|01:21pm] |
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Men. They want to be called "men" not "boys" but they don't earn that kind of respect.
Boys are tricky little shits. They really are.
Maybe I should be a lesbo.
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| So Annie & I stole our bitchy room mates "Dream Diary" |
[20 Sep 2008|01:03pm] |
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...and here's what it says!
*Before I type this out, I'd just like to say that our room mate Dana is a real bitch. She's rich and from "plantation" so she's used to living a very "comfortable" life style and doesn't grasp the idea that electricity sholdn't be wasted. She therefore leaves all of the house lights on and really pisses us off. She also showers in the morning, showers in the evening (when she comes back from school), and she showers before bed. She remindes me of one of those rape victims who feels super dirty and is ALWAYS showering because they feel ashamed and dirty. Well anyway, her dream diaries show what a true psycho she really is so that you get an idea of what I have to live with. Lo and behold, Dana's dream diary:
9/15/2008
In a large room with lots of people, body of water. A baby is thrown in. I freak out but suddenly I realize the baby turned into the fat sin standing next to me and now she's pretty and thin. She said she believed the baby would be okay. "Things will happen if you believe they will." I'm comforted on the couch by Kenn Badsley. I watch funny videos made by students of other students with Dr. Moreen.
*So apparently Dana hates fat people? That explains why she doesn't eat meat. She munches on organic chips and humus dip all day long.
9/16/2008
Lots of water. Parents in it. Accusing my dad of molesting me but I don't remember it happening. Creepy dream. :-(
*I guess this is why she's always showering!
9/17/2008
Living on UF campus across from (sorority) house. Mom cooking in kitchen and scolding me for something. Pet alligator and Vicki. Lots of gators and lizards. Water. Phone call to me--wrong number or prank call.
*Why does Dana even have a phone? I can't believe anyone woukld even want to call her to talk, even if it is a prank call.
9/18/2008
Took huge bites of coffee cake and other pastries.
Water.
*Why does she have an obsession with water in every dream? And oh, she's human!? She eats something other then organic chips and humus dip!? Whoa.
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| What a fool! |
[05 Aug 2008|12:58am] |
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MyNutsAreLarge (12:54:21 AM): man ive had a headache for most of the day
MyNutsAreLarge (12:54:24 AM): its annoying
Your Yummy Buddy (12:54:30 AM): aw. :-/
Your Yummy Buddy (12:54:35 AM): okay
Your Yummy Buddy (12:54:39 AM): follow my instructions
MyNutsAreLarge (12:54:43 AM): lol
MyNutsAreLarge (12:54:46 AM): wait right there
Your Yummy Buddy (12:54:48 AM): raise both of your arms...
Your Yummy Buddy (12:54:52 AM): up to head level
MyNutsAreLarge (12:54:56 AM): ?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:54:57 AM): now pummel your head around
Your Yummy Buddy (12:55:00 AM): with both of your hands.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:55:04 AM): then tell me how you feel.
MyNutsAreLarge (12:55:11 AM): ok i haven't heard this one
MyNutsAreLarge (12:55:17 AM): lol ok hold on
Your Yummy Buddy (12:55:19 AM): it just might work.
MyNutsAreLarge (12:55:58 AM): ooook a bit better
MyNutsAreLarge (12:56:04 AM): in a strange way
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:05 AM): lmao
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:06 AM): LMFAO
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:08 AM): really?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:15 AM): if you actually did it, im gonna laugh in your fac
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:16 AM): face
MyNutsAreLarge (12:56:27 AM): lol
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:29 AM): ...
MyNutsAreLarge (12:56:30 AM): i did
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:33 AM): you did, didn't you?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:34 AM): LMFAOOOOOOOO
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:36 AM): LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Your Yummy Buddy (12:56:42 AM): Im posting this on livejournal, sorry.
MyNutsAreLarge (12:56:47 AM): lmao
MyNutsAreLarge (12:56:56 AM): but in a weired way it worked
Your Yummy Buddy (12:57:01 AM): LMAO!
MyNutsAreLarge (12:57:11 AM): like i dunno i sorta stoped thinking about the throbbing
Your Yummy Buddy (12:57:22 AM): I told you to pummel your head because it makes no sense to bash your head around when you have a headache!
MyNutsAreLarge (12:57:29 AM): like i raised my arms and patted my head with my hands
MyNutsAreLarge (12:57:46 AM): well i patted my head
Your Yummy Buddy (12:57:50 AM): lmfao!
MyNutsAreLarge (12:57:53 AM): lol
MyNutsAreLarge (12:57:55 AM):
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| Oopsie! |
[04 Aug 2008|10:48pm] |
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AnHonestFraud (9:52:49 PM): Knock knock
Your Yummy Buddy (9:53:25 PM): Hey.
AnHonestFraud (9:54:20 PM): What's new?
Your Yummy Buddy (9:57:54 PM): Not much.
Your Yummy Buddy (9:57:57 PM): Looking for college boobs.
Your Yummy Buddy (9:57:58 PM): You?
AnHonestFraud (9:58:36 PM): I just got interested in college boobs
AnHonestFraud (9:58:51 PM): And now I will go on the journey for college boobs
Your Yummy Buddy (9:59:56 PM): lmfao
Your Yummy Buddy (9:59:58 PM): Books. I meant college BOOKS.
Your Yummy Buddy (10:00:00 PM): roflmfao
AnHonestFraud (10:00:06 PM): And I have Adele playing along with Eliot's The Love Song of Alfred Prudrock
Your Yummy Buddy (10:00:07 PM): I'm posting this on my blog
Your Yummy Buddy (10:00:08 PM): lmao
AnHonestFraud (10:00:22 PM): Ding ding ding
AnHonestFraud (10:00:25 PM): We have a winner
AnHonestFraud (10:00:30 PM): This is deemed blog worthy
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| Rude Trout |
[04 Aug 2008|01:32am] |
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GothicTrout (1:26:19 AM): Use an IRC client (Mibbit!) to connect to irc.freenode.org and join the channel #concatenative!
Your Yummy Buddy (1:26:37 AM): hello?
GothicTrout (1:26:40 AM): This is dumb
GothicTrout (1:26:48 AM): Hello?
Your Yummy Buddy (1:26:48 AM): What kind of trout am I today?
GothicTrout (1:26:59 AM): I don't give a fuck
Your Yummy Buddy (1:27:13 AM): Why are you so rude? It's not my fault that live journal is malfunctioning.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:27:20 AM): I just want to know what kind of trout I am.
GothicTrout (1:27:24 AM): I don't really give a shit.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:27:25 AM): You're a gothic trout.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:27:32 AM): You should be Potty Mouth Trout.
GothicTrout (1:27:35 AM): A shitty one.
GothicTrout (1:27:38 AM): You're a fuck trout.
GothicTrout (1:27:47 AM): Good.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:27:54 AM): Rude!
Your Yummy Buddy (1:28:02 AM): I should kill you.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:28:04 AM): and eat you.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:28:06 AM): for dinner.
GothicTrout (1:28:23 AM): Alright.
GothicTrout (1:28:23 AM): Do it.
GothicTrout (1:28:24 AM): Faggot.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:28:35 AM): I'm a chick--bitch.
GothicTrout (1:28:47 AM): You're a fucker.
GothicTrout (1:28:54 AM): Go away.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:29:07 AM): Fuck you, you messaged me first, nigga!
Your Yummy Buddy (1:29:13 AM): Swim away you little shit.
GothicTrout (1:29:31 AM): You're weeeeeird.
GothicTrout (1:29:40 AM): And no I didn't.
GothicTrout (1:29:46 AM): You're a livejournal bot.
GothicTrout (1:29:51 AM): Get a life.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:29:51 AM): no i'm not.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:29:55 AM): what the hell
Your Yummy Buddy (1:29:58 AM): you're a fucking idiot.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:30:01 AM): Livejournal
Your Yummy Buddy (1:30:02 AM): links people
Your Yummy Buddy (1:30:05 AM): who just posted blogs.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:30:11 AM): I'm a real person, moron!
Your Yummy Buddy (1:30:13 AM): not a bot.
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| I want my very own little girl. |
[04 Aug 2008|01:01am] |
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Yeah, I know. You guys missed my blogs. :-)
Nothing interesting happened yesterday, hence, my blogging abscence. Nothing interesting happened today either, but well, I'm going to blog anyway.
The tenants next door officially moved out. They said they had cleaned the house before they left but when we went in to check everything, the place was upside down. I ended up having to vacuum and mop. Oh well. We had already rented the apartment to this other lady with 2 kids. For four days, she was on our backs nagging us. "Oh, when are you going to give me the keys to the place? I need them asap." We'd tell her "We'll give them to you on the 31st when the other people move out." She even asked if she could park her car in the driveway (which only fits one car) where my parents park their car. Who does this bitch think she is? She's not staying at a 5 star hotel, sorry. Anyway, she came to pick up the keys on the 31st. The morning of August 1st, she calls us to tell us that she's not moving in because her uncle had left her a condo at the beach which she "didn't know about until now." Yeah right, bull. She asks for her money back. Teachnically, the contract is binding so we're allowed to keep the money, but we're not bad people. The woman has two children and is a single mother. It would have been wrong not to give her the money back. I knew that chick was trouble right from the beginning though. I smelled it off of her. She can't even speak correctly. She's one of these Miami-Dade chonga refs. You know the kind, right? Well, that very same day, we posted the efficiency back online in hopes that someone would freakin' rent the place! A single mother contacts us to come and look at it, so she showed up that night.
She ended up liking the place, so she rented it. Her name is Julianna and she's a 25 yr old Colombian from New York City. She's been on her own since she was 16 and has lived in New York, Los Angeles, and now Miami. Her daughter is 4 and her dad lives in the projects in New York and therefore, isn't involved in his daughters life. Julianna is raising her daughter on her own and working full time. You can tell she really loves her daughter though and tries her best to be a good mother. I was speaking to her today and she seems to be a very genuine, friendly person. I like her a lot. She's a lonely, struggling, single mother and doesn't have any family or friends to rely on. She explained to me how she had to move out of the old efficiency she was living in because the tenant were total jerks and would constantly question her life. They would even stand outside and question her when she would arrive home late or bring people over. Total cocks, huh? I mean, they aren't even her parents! Who does that!?
She started moving in all of her stuff today. Her 4 yr old daughter, Julissa, got really attached to my 10 yr old brother (what little girl DOESN'T like my 10 yr old brother?) and she didn't want to go with her mom to move the stuff in. She looked really tired and plopped herself down on the couch. I felt so bad for her that I volunteered to babysit her today while her Julianna got everything settled. The little girl is ADORABLE! I mean, I've always loved little girls. I like being able to doll them up, and play with them, and all that jazz. You can't do that with nasty, annoying, sweaty little boys. So thats exactly what I spent my day doing. I played the piano with Julissa all day, watched Hannah Montanna, braided her hair, painted her nails, and fed her! She's way too cute for her own good. She knows a lot for being four too.
This was out convo:
Me: "So Julissa, do you like clubbing?"
Julissa: "OH, HELL YEAAAAAAAH!"
Me: *laughing* "Hey, who taught you how to say that!?"
Julissa: "My friends from school."
Me: "Are your friends from school nice? Do you like them?"
Julissa: "OH, HELL YEAAAAAAAH!"
She's way too funny. Then she started kicking my brother in the crotch. Now I like her even more.
Moral of my blog: I'm cut out to be the mother of a little girl, I just know it. I want my little spawn to look and act just like me. I'd be the happiest person ever. :-)
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| I'm Back! |
[01 Aug 2008|11:33pm] |
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Excuse my absence in the blogging world! I've had a pretty hectic weekend!
Went all the way to Broward Community College yesterday because the dental seniors will be graduating next week so they were doing free cleanings on teenagers. Yeah, I know, I'm 18. I sure could use a free cleaning before college though, so yesterday I was 17. They were actually really good. They took pictures, examined my teeth thoroughly, borught in the professors--the whole 9 yards! So I'm sitting in the dental chair, having a chat with the professor, pretending to be an incoming highschool senior (since I'm playing the role of a seventeen year old and all). Here's how it went:
Professor: "So you're going to be a senior, eh?"
Me: "Why yes, yes I am."
Professor: "Have you decided on a college yet?"
Me: "Yes, I'm hoping to get into the University of Florida."
Professor: "The University of Florida, eh? You better have a back up school. That school is REALLY difficult to get into."
Me: "Oh, I know. My back-up is the University of Miami. I doubt UF will deny me though. I have a 4.6 GPA."
Professor: "Wow! Hopefully you will get in. Good luck with that."
I felt like bursting out and laughing after the conversation. I felt like screaming "YOU FOOL! If only you knew that I'm really 18 and that I'm already a gator!"
Anyway, the dental student started cleaning my teeth after that. She did a great job, and since it counted as her final grade, she even polished my teeth and everything! It took forever, but it was so worth it. She asked me how I felt about my teeth. I told her they looked like a snazzy set of choppers. She laughed.
My siblings had to get their teeth cleaned after that, but since it was going to take about another 3 hours, dad dropped mom and I off at the Broward Mall. I had never been there before. It was filled with the best stores and rich people. Get this-- American Eagle, Aeropostale, and Hollister were all next to each other! My 3 favorite stores, all near each other! How impressive is that!? Of course, I walked into Hollister and blew all of my life savings on clothing. Just kidding. I had a a bit of money put away for clothes and I bought myself what I need. I walked out happy as hell.
But wait, did you think I could actually walk out of the mall with only clothing from hollister!? NO. I bought some shirts from Aeropostale too. Now I'm officially set for college as far as clothing is concerned.
After that, I picked up Yessey and brought her over to my house to hang out a little while. I streaked, showed her and my sister my ass and sat on my sisters face. I would say we had a pretty fun time.
Today:
Woke up a 9. Called Yessey and told her to get her ass ready. We went to the hardrock casino to use the pool. My moms friend Olga gambles there all the time so she had a free pass to that freakin 300 dollar pool and invited us to go use it.
Picked up Yessey. Went to Wendys to eat. Went to the hardrock. Used the pool--went down the slide like a billion times, and used the jaccuzzi with my sister and two hot guys who didn't even talk to us. Pussies.
Then it rained. Really hard. We had to leave.
That's it.
No pictures today. Can you tell that I'm in a hurry to type this blog?
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| What kind of trout am I today? |
[30 Jul 2008|12:44am] |
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FinancedTrout (12:24:35 AM): Repair me! Repair me!
Your Yummy Buddy (12:24:44 AM): ?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:25:00 AM): LOL. Financed Trout. This is the third trout bot I get an IM from.
FinancedTrout (12:34:32 AM): oh right.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:34:48 AM): You've been getting trout messages too?
FinancedTrout (12:34:54 AM): nope.
FinancedTrout (12:34:58 AM): salmon.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:35:13 AM): Ah. It's an LJ bot that links people who just posted blogs.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:35:18 AM): What kind of trout/salmon am I today?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:35:23 AM): Yesterday I was a blinded trout.
FinancedTrout (12:40:24 AM): who are you now?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:40:37 AM): Well, normally my screen name is "YourYummyBuddy"
Your Yummy Buddy (12:40:48 AM): What kind of trout or salmon does your AIM say I am though?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:40:55 AM): You're showing up as Financed Trout.
FinancedTrout (12:41:36 AM): debunked
FinancedTrout (12:41:44 AM): who are you really?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:41:46 AM): Great. I'm a debunked trout.
FinancedTrout (12:41:53 AM): haha. what is debunked, even?
Your Yummy Buddy (12:42:02 AM): I'm an 18 year old girl living in Miami, Florida.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:42:15 AM): When you debunk something you expose false claims about it.
FinancedTrout (12:42:18 AM): uh
FinancedTrout (12:42:24 AM): okay?
FinancedTrout (12:42:27 AM): sounds good.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:42:37 AM): wonderful.
FinancedTrout (12:42:37 AM): i'm going now.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:42:41 AM): goodnight.
Your Yummy Buddy (12:42:52 AM): Stay fishy.
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| Darn Bikinis |
[29 Jul 2008|11:54pm] |
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Who knew bikini shopping could be so dramatic?
I DID.
You know why?
Cause the same thing happens every darn time.
My mom took me bikini shopping today at JC Penney. I'm still waiting for my Victoria's Secret one in the mail but my mom figured that I should have two nice bikinis since I'm going to have a pool at college which I am practically going to live in. (I love swimming.) I also received a 15 dollar coupon in the mail for my grandmothers birthday, who passed away 5 years ago. She was always the one to take me bikini shopping. She would tell me "Pick the skimpiest bikini! If they weren't skimpy, they wouldn't be bikinis." God, I miss her.
Anyway, mom took on grandmas role this year and took me bikini shopping. So there I am, cruising the JC Penney Bikini aisle. Which, by the way, all of the bikinis were on clearance for 17.99 a piece with an additional 70% off clearance. Go check them out. Here's my problem though. As usual, the tops are too big and the bottoms are too small. With as much as I wish that I had a petite barbie girl body, I DON'T. JC PENNEY DOES NOT RESPECT BIG BEAUTIFUL WOMEN. I have a large rack that requires an Extra Large top and a large bottom for my booty and meat pie. Why does JC Penney only have size small and medium bikinis? It makes my shopping experience frustrating. The complete and total lack of customer service makes it even worse because there isn't anybody in sight to help me look for a size large.
Finally, buried in a little sad rack in back of all the gorgeous and colorful SZ small and medium bikinis, I spot a lifeless little brown bikini. I untangle it from all the plus size bikinis and read the label. Size 12 top and size 10 bottom. Although, they looked darn small for a size 12 and 10 because I am not really that large! Well, the top wasn't all that bad because it had an underwire--which my large flopping tatas really need. I had already been at JC Penney for 2 hours digging for bathing suits, so I take a vigorous run to the fitting room and broke a sweat trying on this damn bikini. It fits great and gives me a slamming body, but the darn thing has a ton of little buttons hanging from it that makes me look like im going for a belly dance instead of for a swim. I mean, the buttons look absolutely ridiculous.
I come out of the fitting room and my mom is pissing me off telling me that she's going to buy me TWO bathing suits. It's a nice thought. She's my mother and all, and she wants to make sure that I have what I need. What isn't a nice thought is me forcing myself into the size medium polka dot bikini that she had in her hand. I yank the polka dot nightmare out of her hand, throw it on the floor, and begin to stomp on it out of frustration. Mind you, at this time, I had the brown bikini in my hand, and a smaller version of the same brown bikini in my other hand. I accidentally throw down the brown bikini that does fit me, and stay with the small one.
My sister calls at that time to let us to know to pick her up from SAT tutoring. I get in line, and mom buys me the bikini. We climb into the car to pick up my sister. I'm looking through my bag and pull out the brown clown bikini and realize that it's the small one! I must have accidentally thrown down the large one. My mom is pissed off at me. My dad is even more pissed off at me. Both of my parents declared that I am a "little cunt." Tell me something that isn't new. We finally arrive at out destination point. Amanda decides that she wants a new swim suit too. Dad makes the drive back to Westland mall. We arrive at our destination point. Climb out of the car, run into JC Penney. I return the bikini for the larger one and my sister picks out her bikini.
As soon as I got home I cut off every single little button on that horrible bikini. Now it looks like a plain skimpy little brown bikini and it looks HOT. The underwires lift my tits to my chin (okay, I'm exaggerating) and the bottom hugs my ass ever so gently. I'm very happy with it.
This is usually the part where I would supply you with a picture but I'm too lazy to get up and take one. I just woke up from my nap.
Moral of my blog: Bikini shopping is dramatic and causes my family to argue. It also frustrated me beyond belief. If you're a potential boyfriend out there and you're reading this--never take me shopping at the JC Penney clearance rack. Thanks.
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[28 Jul 2008|11:59pm] |
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I love hot pink nail polish. It makes me feel ultra feminine.
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| Prepped for college & ready to go! |
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So I'm sitting at my brothers desktop this morning talking to my mom about what I still have left to buy for college. I already had the most important things, but I was still missing some pretty basic household items. I run to my room, grab my "to buy" list, and start reading it out loud.
"Alright mom, so I still need...
- Storage Bins
- A Swiffer mop
- A tiny storage bin for my jewelery
- School supplies
- An Ironing Board
- Bike Lock
- Desk Lamp
- Silverware
- Mace "
So here we are, freaking out because we're on a pretty tight budget and we still have quite a few things to buy. Mom decides to check the craigslist website under the "Garage Sales" category. We find one titled "Miami Beach Moving Sale." When we called the number posted on the bulletin, a really cute sounding asian girl answered the phone and explained to us that she was studying at Nova University and finally graduated and she was moving back to California so she was selling all of her old college stuff. Everything must go in the next 2 days for under 15 dollars or it was going to be donated to the goodwill.
Holy mother of all that is Holy. It's like if God himself answered my prayer. I jumped in the car and hauled ass over there before any other college kids just as greedy as I got their paws on it. Turns out, the girl was selling: four storage bins, a tiny jewelery storage bin, A SWIFFER MOP (what are the freakin' odds!?), 2 new boxes of the swiffer mop cleaning inserts, a ton of binders, a desk lamp, clothing hangers, new silverware, and a cute little index card holder filled with all of these cool bright & flashy index cards. Even better, she sold everything to me for 30 dollars, which was just fantastic considering each of those storage bins alone retail for like 15 dollars a pop.
After that, I passed by Big Lots to pick up some hair products since I ran out of my beloved Sammy miracle cream and what do you know? I come across the cutest mini ironing board I've seen in my life! But wait! Even better. It's only eight dollars. I bought that too.
I'm basically done with college shopping and it feels so good. This is my current college list now:
- Toiletry items
- More clothes!
- Bike Lock
- Mace
See how small it is now compared to what it was earlier? College is going to be great. Yes it is.
Check out these fab pics of all the stuff I bought off of this chick! Sweet deal!
I also went to the post office today to ship out "Han Eng's" panties. They should arrive in four days, so in less then a week he'll be taking a wiff of my tenants va-jay-jay juices. LOL! His name sounds so foreign. I can't help but think about what he must look like. I invision him to look like this:
What do you guys think?
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| AOL is being possessed by FISH. |
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EstimatedTrout (1:49:17 AM): Hi.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:49:42 AM): let me guess, you're screenedtrout's brother?
EstimatedTrout (1:50:01 AM): who what now?
Your Yummy Buddy (1:50:11 AM): ?
EstimatedTrout (1:50:13 AM): I think you has the wrong person?
Your Yummy Buddy (1:50:25 AM): Who are you?
EstimatedTrout (1:50:31 AM): I'm a girl...so...no lol no one's brother
EstimatedTrout (1:50:35 AM): I'm kate, who're you?
Your Yummy Buddy (1:50:45 AM): you IMed me
EstimatedTrout (1:50:55 AM): when?
Your Yummy Buddy (1:51:09 AM): are you playing with my head?
EstimatedTrout (1:52:03 AM): lol no, I'm not. I'm sorry, I seriously don't know who you are. I'm not in the habit of messaging people I don't know unless they message me first....so...you must have messaged me or someone using your messenger did and I responded. but I don't remember this Screen Name. sorry
Your Yummy Buddy (1:52:28 AM): EstimatedTrout (1:49:17 AM): Hi.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:49:42 AM): let me guess, you're screenedtrout's brother?
EstimatedTrout (1:53:48 AM): okay...my screen name is Berserker Kei...not Your Yummy Buddy or EstimatedTrout
Your Yummy Buddy (1:53:58 AM): do you use livejournal?
Your Yummy Buddy (1:54:02 AM): i think its a virus on there.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:54:16 AM): because i've been getting IMs all day from people with "trout" screen names.
EstimatedTrout (1:54:18 AM): yeah, I use LJ
EstimatedTrout (1:54:22 AM): weird...
Your Yummy Buddy (1:54:39 AM): earlier today it was "screened trout"
Your Yummy Buddy (1:54:47 AM): and now your screen name is showing up as "estimated trout"
EstimatedTrout (1:54:49 AM): I don't know anyone with a 'trout' im...but yours says 'blindedtrout' to me o_0
EstimatedTrout (1:54:52 AM): weeeeird...
Your Yummy Buddy (1:54:57 AM): lmao
Your Yummy Buddy (1:55:01 AM): this is hilarious.
EstimatedTrout (1:55:10 AM): kinda creepy too though o_0
Your Yummy Buddy (1:55:11 AM): my screen name is actually "Your Yummy Buddy"
EstimatedTrout (1:55:26 AM): lol weird...
EstimatedTrout (1:55:34 AM): AOL is possessed
EstimatedTrout (1:55:37 AM): by fish
Your Yummy Buddy (1:55:42 AM): lmao!!!
EstimatedTrout (1:55:44 AM): lol
Your Yummy Buddy (1:56:35 AM): do you have a link to your LJ?
Your Yummy Buddy (1:56:47 AM): I wonder why this LJ bot is doing this.
EstimatedTrout (1:57:02 AM): I dunno...I don't think I have my aol name on my lj anywhere o_0
Your Yummy Buddy (1:57:18 AM): I'm sure you do. I do too.
EstimatedTrout (1:57:42 AM): hmmm, I think we should take it off there then
EstimatedTrout (1:58:33 AM): I've been getting weird messages too but usually they're spam...last week I got a message from someone saying something really random so I responded with a random message back...but...I have no clue who it was and they never messaged me again.
EstimatedTrout (1:58:36 AM): weird stuff
Your Yummy Buddy (1:58:55 AM): Yeah, it must be something going on with livejournal.
Your Yummy Buddy (1:59:10 AM): I recently went back to writing there and ever since, i've been getting messages from all sorts of trouts.
EstimatedTrout (1:59:48 AM): weird o_0 I wonder why 'trout' o_0
Your Yummy Buddy (1:59:54 AM): i have no idea.
EstimatedTrout (2:01:04 AM): maybe we know each other somehow? like through LJ and we got it from each other somehow?...I don't recongnize the Yummy buddy aim though. same for LJ?
Your Yummy Buddy (2:01:13 AM): yes, it is.
Your Yummy Buddy (2:01:16 AM): i'lll give you my link
EstimatedTrout (2:01:22 AM): hmmm ok
Your Yummy Buddy (2:01:25 AM): http://youryummybuddy.livejournal.com
EstimatedTrout (2:02:18 AM): hmm nope lol don't know you and don't think anyone else I know knows you
Your Yummy Buddy (2:02:29 AM): well this is definately weird.
Your Yummy Buddy (2:02:34 AM): can i have your LJ link?
EstimatedTrout (2:02:39 AM): lol sure
EstimatedTrout (2:02:51 AM): http://berserkerkei.livejournal.com/
EstimatedTrout (2:03:12 AM): lol considering you're 7 years younger than me....
Your Yummy Buddy (2:03:47 AM): well i just added you as a friend.
Your Yummy Buddy (2:03:55 AM): at least you'll know what's up if you get anymore trout messages
EstimatedTrout (2:04:16 AM): oh lol well nice ^-^
EstimatedTrout (2:04:16 AM): united by the strangeness of the fish
EstimatedTrout (2:04:16 AM): ^-^
EstimatedTrout (2:04:32 AM): added too
Your Yummy Buddy (2:04:37 AM): thanks.
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| The "Elite" got owned. |
[28 Jul 2008|01:43am] |
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Here's a copy of my final paper for AP English class my senior year. Let me add that I got standing O's for this baby. I basically stood up and had the balls to say what everyone else was scared to say. I said it in front of the teacher, and most of the senior class. People are still talking about it. :-)
Without further ado, I present to you...my valedictory speech:
There's a term I like to use to describe our high school experience: metamorphosis. As high schoolers, we metamorphosize; we change over the course of four years. We start as nothing and eventually we become something- whether it be good or bad. Unfortunately, when I think of my last four years in high school, I have more bad memories than I do good ones. I know that most people will write about all of Hialeah's positive things and will sugarcoat what they feel about the school. However, that's not the experience that I've had. Even with all the great memories that I've had in Hialeah High, the bad have outweighed them.
When Hialeah High's doors opened up for us in 2004, I didn't know what to expect. I must have been just about the only kid whose mom walked them in on the first day of the ninth grade. I felt like a complete loser. It was even worse when my mom walked up to some random girl named "Dawn" and asked her to be my friend in front of a ton of people, as if I were six years old or something. That same day, some random guy even grabbed my butt as I was walking up the fourth floor of the new building. These experiences were definitely the cherry to the beginning of a brand new school year.
Now we're sitting here as seniors, with an obligation to fulfill our goals, and the time has come. Hialeah High has given us a powerful gift- we have learned how to think and how to understand our surroundings. We have learned how to properly trim trees, how to plant trees, and how to draw circles, and if my dreams of becoming an advertiser fail, I will at least have gardening under my belt. I owe that to Richey. Also, where else but Hialeah High can you walk in to the cafeteria at 6:45 AM and receive expired milk, old jelly, and week old pizza for breakfast? WHERE ELSE BUT HIALEAH HIGH do you find cafeteria lady hair in your lunch food (which by the way comes in infant serving sizes)? WHERE ELSE BUT HIALEAH HIGH can you walk into the counselors office at 7:00 AM and find that they are "out to lunch?" WHERE ELSE BUT HIALEAH HIGH do counselors (not naming anybody in specific) hand you scholarship notices in March with February deadlines and encourage you to go to a community college when you have the desire and grades to go to a university? WHERE ELSE BUT HIALEAH HIGH do you write a story for the yearbook and not receive the appropriate credit? WHERE ELSE BUT HIALEAH HIGH can you walk down the halls with salsa music booming from room A343--all while receiving a tip top education? Nowhere but Hialeah High, and as many of our graduating seniors leaving the city for college may already know, you can take us out of Hialeah, but you can't take the Hialeah out of us.
The Hialeah especially can't be taken out of the so called "elite" of the school, with their bad attitudes and their mentality of believing they deserve everything just because they're smart. The truth of the matter is that this posse of five attends the same PUBLIC school that I do and they take craps just like everyone else. Plus, some of them hopped off the boat not too long ago. They are normal people just like the rest of us, and contrary to their own beliefs, their **** DOES stink. They need to stop placing themselves up on such high pedestals. I especially hope they realize this BEFORE they get to college or else they might be in for a rude awakening since there will always be somebody smarter, nicer, and overall better than they are.
Another wonderful thing about Hialeah High is the fact that we've never had funding for anything throughout the four years I've been here. Is it just me, or did everyone else get tired of having "Hollywood" as the theme for two homecomings, and our senior prom? Sure, each theme had a different name, but it was all the same concept. However, it seems that school sports such as baseball and football are always funded, probably because every Cuban here wants their son to compete in the World Series someday. However, it's very sad that students in the art department and band department don't receive funding to go on trips and express their culture because our school won't let the money loose for the organizations that they don't want to support. Maybe the school should start funding more important groups—or fund better hair nets for the cafeteria ladies. Thanks, non-existing PTA!
All in all, it's been an enjoyable four years. Not because there has been anything truly positive, but because it's been entertaining studying the natives in their habitat and watching them claw at each other; People of the same culture and social status competing against each other and betraying each other just to reach the top. With this being said, I'm off to bigger and better places.
Hats off '08!
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| You're my sister. My only sister. |
[27 Jul 2008|11:52pm] |
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Sometimes we are real close friends
we stay up late and talk at night
othertimes we dont get along
there are even times we fight
But i know shes always there
and i know she will always care
Shes my sister
I love my sister
I've given her a great big hug
when she was feeling bad
then again i have said some things
that have really made her mad
But i know shes always there
and i know she will always care
Shes mi sister
I love my sister
But i know shes always there
and i know she will always care
Shes my sister
I love my sister
Shes my sister
I love my sister
Mandy, just cause I'm going to college doesn't mean I'm ever going to stop being your sister. :-] Love you.
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| Would you buy used panties? I sure wouldn't. |
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My, my.
I haven't even gotten out of my house today but so many things have happened.
I woke up at about 2 PM today when my mom came into my room screaming "LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND!"
So I sit up on my bed groggy as hell and lo and behold, she's holding what appears to be a gorgeous pink coach purse! She hands it to me and explains to me that the tenants next door (a young couple who broke up) finally moved out and that the young lady had left behind a ton of things that she apparently didn't want anymore. My mom hands me the purse and I carefully observe it. But what do you know...the stitching is totally off and the leather isn't real. I fling the purse across the room horrified that someone could even have the nerve to carry around a knock off and tell my mother that real ladies don't wear fake handbags. It's a sin.
The atrocious coach knock off wasn't the only thing the girl next door left behind though. She also left a bag of used panties and some Victoria's Secret sleepwear. Everything is a size small since the girl had a petite little thirteen-year-old-girl-looking-body so I certainly couldn't get any use out of it. I decide that it's a great idea to sell all of this junk on ebay.
So I list all 21 panties as a lot hoping that somebody actually gets a kick out of buying used ladies panties. I once sold all of my old bras on ebay and some pervert in Germany bought them for like 50 dollars. A Nazi halfway across the world has his penis in one hand and my bra in the other and is whacking off to it. Can you believe that? Anyway, I listed the thongs and kind of told a little white lie, explaining how my old room mate transferred to a different school and left all of her old panties in the apartment. I mean seriously, if you're an old perv and want to sniff panties, what better panties to buy then used college girl panties, right? About an hour after I listed the panties, someone had bought them instantly for 20 dollars. I print the shipping info so that I can go ahead and send them out tomorrow and the persons name is "Han." Han is a GUY name. Basically, it's another pervert buying used womens intimates. Freakin gross.
Would you buy used panties off of ebay? Cause I sure wouldn't.
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| Incoming Freshman Coming Through |
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I am
I am now
I am now an
I am now an official
I am now an official Florida
I am now an official Florida Gator.
Or at least I will be in only 3 weeks! UF Preview is now over with and the only thing on my mind this summer has been starting college at the University of Florida. I can't wait to move into my perfect little apartment at Oakbrook Walk with my perfect little room mates and lead the perfect little college life.
When I went up for preview, I was paired up with this truly awesome australian dance professor. She helped me sign up for my advertising major and put together my schedule which looks a little something like this:
AMH 2010 United States to 1877
GLY 1102 Age of Dinosaurs
MGF 1106 Math for LS Majors 1
MMC 2604 Mass Media and You
PSY 2012 General Psychology
Overall, it's a pretty good schedule. It totals up to 15 credits so I need to work pretty hard but when I'm rolling in the big bucks and living in my wonderful New York City apartment, it will pay off. Anyhow, Gainesville seemed to be the cutest little town ever. That is, until I became a little bit more acquainted with the area. My room mate Yessey and I walked around after preview for a little while and went to a small hous party. The people seemed to be pretty welcoming and friendly. Then again, the majority of them were drunk. Let me tell you, the Gainesville parties are not at all as great as everyone described them to be. Being Cuban and growing up in Miami, I'm accustomed to huge parties with endless amounts of greasy foods, LOUD music, and plenty of salsa dancing. Gainesville parties are quite the opposite--nothing but drunken college kids playing beer pong, smoking on their roof tops, and worst of all--no food, no music, and of course, no salsa dancing. We latins need to go over there and spice up all of those gringos and show them what a real party is like!
Well, I'm going to go to bed for now. I've done enough blogging for today.
Come by and drop me a visit at my new apartment. I'll bake you the cutest little cookies. :-]
I bleed orange and blue.
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