Sunday, March 7, 2010


I don't think I have ever had a busier weekend.

Friday- Good and Bad

Rhio had an empty house. Tina, Michelle, Steph, Sarah and I went over. Steph and Tina brought goods and at 9 I think, cups were arranged and the ping pong balls went flying.

The rest is a blur. . .a few snapshots here and there:

I bumped my head, there was music, lots of "lights off" to check on Rhio's sleeping little brother, funny shit, laughing, humping, slapping, throwing up, "shut the f^*& up Steph,"  oh man I wish I can remember all of that night.

I napped for maybe an hour then I woke up to more beer pong and Ten Fingers. . .Kairos number 2 for all of us.

Left the house around 5 before Rhio's mom could come home. . .if it went badly, I would never be able to show my face to her mom every again.

Saturday- Saturday!!! GOOD

Woke up in Michelle's bed at 10, debated on where to go [LA or SD?] till around 11 or 11:30, decided on SD, showered and off to San Diego to see Michelle's friends! Michelle's cute friends :]

On the way, I broke my Lenten promise when we stopped at a gas station right next to a Mickey D's. I gave up Sweet Tea and Starbucks [except for their tea minus the sweetener] for Lent.

We were hungry! So we decided to get some to go. . .and I just HAD to have a sweet tea!!! So I did. . .[I just won't have one on Sunday the Free Day] and we got Ice McCafe samples! Cutest little iced coffee cups I have ever seen :]

Back on the road, Michelle started to feel a liiiittle hungover. . .then I did too.

Finally, in Poway, San Diego, CA, we stood in the cold and watched her friends Allstar Weekend play their acousitc set while the fan girls screamed and waved and had sex fantasies about them in their minds WHAT?

It was well worth it though, cuz they are fiiine. I don't care if they're on Disney Channel or not. They are still. . .really good looking. In pictures and in person.

BUT Michelle didn't introduce me to the one person. . .oh so sad I don't even want to explain because when she reads this, she'll know [hehehe]

Anyways, after Michelle got interviewed for Disney Channel, it started sprinkling, then we had an umbrella-ella-ella party then ran to the car when it started raining even harder!

We drove to an outdoor mall which is what you do when it's raining and it's cold and you're wearing Uggs, and tried on some of Vic's Secret bombshell bras [which are fucking awesome] and did more sightseeing in some stores then decided to call it a day.

On the drive home, it was all touchy feely talk, listening to music that fit the current situation we were talking about, "Heyup!" "Henope!" "He-everything else!"

I was seriously like "Michelle, where have you ben all my life?" Seriously, I was saying, Why are we only friends now, because it was so easy to talk to her and "we had so much in common" hahahahaha

So I have a new best friend :] And I'm sad we went three and a half years without being "friends." I wish this would have happened like. . .three years ago maybe??

Oh well. . .it's all said and done. . .the deed is done. . .I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

All in all, Saturday = Good

Sunday- bad

Got BOB yesterday night.

Visited my dad and his girlfriend with my brothers and my sister. . .ate at The Cheesecake Factory.

I was a bitch the whole day but I had an excuse and after I took Aleve, I was back to normal.

Watched Cirque Du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant. . .pretty hilarious.

Bought a loofa. . .is that how you spell it?

Ended the night with a life lesson, a moral of the story? I don't know. . .we always end the night with a talk like that hahaha

So that was my weekend. And I'm tired.

I love you! Nighty night.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Guilty Pleasure

I used to think my guilty pleasure was guitarist Frank of MCR's split band Pencey Prep, but I'm not really ashamed of liking them, or listening to them. I actually shared their music. I thought about my guilty pleasure. I thought hard, and realized it was right in front of me. It was so obviously obvious. It was the wallpaper on my computer. I guess I could consider Tokio Hotel my guilty pleasure. I don't know why. Whenever I talk about them, I refer to them as "TH" instead. No one I know likes them besides two people, and everyone else thinks they're weird or that the lead singer looks like a girl [even though he's not]. I don't know. . .they're music is really good. Their lyrics are really heartfelt. At least that's how I feel about them. They make me smile, they help me sleep. I don't know why I'm not celebrating. . .[too much] or. . .I don't know the word. . but I don't know why I'm not so open about it. It's. . .pointless. . .just like this blog.

Also, my friend has a new guilty pleasure: Justin Bieber. I don't know WHY! I like him, he's a cutie. Not in a pedopheliac way though. . .hahahaha!!


Yes, I suppose I have come to one. I realized that I cannot write something entertaining enough, or the least bit interesting because my life is what I write. . .boring. I want to create interesting stuff. . .I want to write entertaining works, pieces, blogs, whatever, but in order to do so, I have to start with the source: my life. Supposedly it is my responsibility to take things in life as they come, to create my life. But isn't life something you can't control? It throws the most random things at you, like this blog, but I guess it's up to you and is according to how you perceive life and it's random projectiles at you. Take everything as an opportunity. I am going to spice up my life. Hopefully. And I don't know how. . .bloody hell. Well we'll see where this realization takes me.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Ra Ra Ra!!

Rally number three. . .


seniors 2010 rule the school

that is all :]

Monday, January 18, 2010

Rainy Monday

I had a lazy Sunday and a rainy Monday.

About ten minutes ago I put a load in the washer and now, I just finished doing my church lifestyles homework that's due tomorrow and I only got home maybe an hour ago.

Sunday, yesterday, had a movie sleepover at my dad's house with my sister, and two brothers.

We watched District 9, Inglorious Basterds, Family Guy x2, Public Enemies. [in that order too]

All of which were really good and I recommend watching them, Family Guy too.

Today: sat around my dad's playing Unblock Me on my little brother's iTouch, read a little of my book, watched videos that were taken way back when, went to target, went home to mom, went to Joann's Fabric and Crafts store to buy stuff for my sewing class at school, went to the pharmacy, went to pick up something at Cherry Blossom, went to In-n-Out, went home, ate, went on Facebook. You already know from there. I guess I should have called this BUSY Monday.

Any-hoo what I really wanted to talk about [as if I hadn't already done enough of that already] was the book I bought Saturday and finished today, a couple of hours ago. I didn't have time to really sit down and read it so it took me forever to read! The book. . .it's called:

"The Maze Runner" [A mere 374 pages]

The book was so trippy I was like "Whaaaaat?" and  "What the heck?" and "Oh My God!" and "Hmm. . .I think. . .hmmm." and "No way. Are you serious?" plus other exclamations, in fact, too many to list them all.

It really had me thinking, accusing, feeling lost, sad, angry, anxious, scared, SO many other words and emotions that I can't convey them all. It's truly a mystery, thriller, a fantastical adventure that I was so anxious and excited to get to the end to finish it. I wanted to just peek at the very last page of reading, not to necessarily read it, just look at it. I like to do that. But four huge words under the last sentences of the book caught my eye:

I was like, "Are you serious James Dashner???"

Obviously, I read the damn book anyway and I'm glad I did. I'm excited to read the rest of the trilogy, yes trilogy, "The Scorch Trials" and "The Death Cure."

The former releasing October 2010 [sadly]
The latter releasing. . .still unknown [which means a long time from now, which is also sad]

I loooooove books.
I loooooove to read.

Go read a book!
Specifically the one I just babbled about, shuck-face.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

i can't fly this plane

Today, I saw an "On-The-Go 1" playlist under the "Christmas Time" playlist in my iTunes.

The only song in it is Shiny Toy Guns' We are Pilots. 

I think the naming of the song is funny because if it means we are pilots of our lives, the song isn't about controlling your life at all. It's more like questioning it, or life being completely out of our control, not doing anything, but being glum about it. 

I remembered why it was the only song in there:
It's pretty much the story of my life, besides a few points, but maybe 99% of it, I can relate to. If you have never heard the song, or the band, I really suggest you listen to the song. . .or the band in general.
"I guess I'm under the weather
Since no one else belongs here with me"
That's pretty much how I feel all the time; like an apathetic pitiful little downer.

I can quote practically the whole song and tell you how it pertains to my life but I think I'd bore you, so to sum it all up, I have many secrets, I just sort of avoid my problems, sometimes I do cry all night, I'm accepting that I can't do what I really want to do, just for the sake of my mom, the chorus should say hello mother twice in my case because my dad doesn't matter. I don't live with him so there really isn't much to sing about. [that is such a lie]

Go enlighten yourself with some music if you have no fucking idea what I'm talking about.
If you do, then. . .congratulations.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

So Neon

I haven't blogged in a while. I'm not even a blogger. I don't know how to, what to write or talk about.

But can I just say that I'm in love with the song Neon Sky by Wolftron. It has been on repeat for. . .a long time. If anyone reads these, which I doubt they do, listen to the song. It's pretty damn good. It makes me smile, every single time I listen to it. I'm not too sure what the song talks about but I'm pretty sure it's about a girl. I mean,
 "If you were around, the sun would melt in the sky and paint through shades of gray,"
is cute and meaningful. It makes me feel like I'm in need of my significant other, even though I don't have one. It gets me thinking. . .that I would like someone who paints my world, who is my neon sky. I've had some glimmers of hope with some, but their buckets of paint were either gray, already empty or emptying faster than it should, as if he were painting for two. I guess it wasn't my time.

I'll get my world coloured.

The world is full of artists.