take me on the floor

i dont know what it is about me, but mosquitos effing love me. this summer has been a pretty successful one, if i do say so myself. It has been very work induced with a several dosages of CJC, and time out. it's been pretty laid back and chill, nothing too hectic or crazy. Overall, just a good summer. 

i used ichat for the first time. it was pretty intense, not gonna lie. the screen was hella clear and smooth, not forgetting to mention how big the picture was. I the best thing about iChat, was who i got to iChat with. Mr. Jefferson Hutchinson himself. Like the lame kids we are, we tried out all the cute effects and stuff and it made for a good laugh. God i miss him. I know it's only been like 2 days since he left, but its just the fact that he's no longer a few minute drive away that is such a bummer. Seeing him on the screen does wonders, just to know he still exists and all. Yeah, I'm lame, but whatever. oh yeah, he showed me around his small room via the ichat tour. I also got a brief glimpse of his roommate (aka my future bff) Noah. Well, they both ditched me to go to a dance or something, i dont know. Moral of the story.. iChat is sick.

Labor day is in a few minutes, and labor of love is actually today, but running into tomorrow. Some guy showing at the LOL fest (LOL HAHAH) has something like an 8 hour set or something? Im not sure if it was an eight hour set, but im pretty sure it was a long as set, for a good amount of hours. The 'hot guy' from american apparel actually asked us what LOL was. it was pretty funny. He talks with a bit of a lisp... or he just talks funny. I dont know. 

Anyway, im watching a whole bunch of celine dion music videos. God how i love her. Oh yeah! last night i wrote about 3 pages of writing in my old notebook. it felt really good. I could go for a mcflurry right about now to be honest. Damn, Celine Dion is amazing.

i woke up at 5 am last night, to a sore body. 

my back is aching, and i have no idea why.

Ugh, this is really uncomfortable.

edit (3:26pm)

after several hours rolling around in my bed in agony, my back doesn't ache as much as it used to this morning. i tried doing some stretching, and had my sister punch me in the back (lol)... and that helped the pain go away for about 3 seconds. I decided to get some extra help, and eat some advil and pudding. That eased the pain waaaay more. anyway, i feel dead today. I dont know what it is... but i think the reality of school is finally starting to hit.

Im thinking i am going to go buy my textbooks text week during frosh, or the actual week of school. Hmmmm..

Oh, i made a sick ass grilled cheese sandwich today. The Texas Cut breads are yummy.

Grilled Cheese sandwich, pickles and tabasco : )  

new (mac)daddy

i am a lucky duck, i got a macbook!

im probably going to have to go to one of those learn how to use a mac workshops because im so used to pc. but yeah, that is my news for today.

that is all :)

x ----------------- x 

How could i forget to mention... i will be retiring my First Gen iPod Nano, Kingsley, and will be reintroducing my new iPod Touch Lennon. 

Kingsley had a good run. About over 1000 songs later, he still runs. Just a bit slow on the battery scene. Still good for the time, and less than an hour worth of music play. He owns a piece of my heart, as my first iPod :) i'll still be using him every now and then, most likely when Lennon isnt charged.. and when i'm working out i guess. 

Anywhoo, my new iPod is of the iPod Touch generation... 8G's, wifi, and all that good stuff. I named him lennon, because the box he came in, has a picture of john lennon on it. So it only was fitting.  i havent thought of a name for my macbook though. hmm...

sore feets

downtown with one of the loves of my life.
- visit our mutual love of our lives @ boathouse
- downtown
- shop
- shop
- eat
- shop
- walking
- inquiring about certain things
- aching feet
- home
- lasagna & orange juice

the febreeze air freshener in my room DOES WORK. whenever i walk into my room, it smells so good.

gone fishing

well if by fishing you mean downtown, and if by gone you mean soon to be leaving for.

what the eff, there are new episodes of a secret life of an american teenager? like THREE new episodes... when the heck did that happen? aww well, they are all posted on YouTube so i guess, I'll be doing that later tonight.

I dont know what its come to, when hanging out in jeffrey's driveway is the new in thing... but im not really that opposed to it. Although last night, i (again) got attacked by countless mosquitos... well my theory is, that one flew into my shirt, and got stuck.. so he went on a rampage, and went at me repeatedly (thats what she said).

anywhoo i have to shower, i will be back later :)

finally a day alone

WOO! i'm home alone. Both parents are at work, and my sister is at my cousins house. The house is all to me. Sadly enoughi probably wont be running around the house nakked or anything. I wouldnt be surprised if the only rooms in my house i use today are my room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. Come to think of it i might do some laundry today. Just knowing i dont have to answer to anyone for a few hours is a good feeling. Hopefully i dont get like attacked or anything, and regret being alone today. Maybe i'll call over some boys and have some unprotected sex! (LOL)

i wonder what i can eat today... I dont think i have eaten at home for like 3 days.

dont mind the shitty main picture... its temporary until i get my adobe running

straight to k

today was such a lame day. well i got 70 bucks in the morning for mowing the lawn, then i went to work for the shortest shift evaa. I did some window shopping and decided what i need to ask my parents for.

My mind keeps going back to one thing. I'm not too sure what that means, or if i have different motives. Maybe im trying to make myself want something. No idea.

too much silence.

i bought this sick ass febreeze air freshener for my room... it... is... awesome!

zaaaaaaaga

sometimes i set myself up to get told. sometimes (most of the time) i run my mouth, with no thinking of being held accountable for what i say. i am so used to talking smack, and not being interupted. TALK TALK TALK, HALT. today was different. ugh... it still burns in my chest. now i am locked up in my room, and i dont think i can talk to anyone else today.

its time to cool down.

im hooked on HBO comedy specials, and basically any stand up comedy routine

ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS

Like i mentioned in my livejournal, i remember watching this video when i was a little girl. I wikipedia'd the song, and it was released in 1994, so I was about 4 or 5 when i saw the video. It is so cliche to say this, but i was immediately fixated with this song and video as soon as i saw it. I cant help but laugh at how i would always watch this video in caution. I was always scared i would get in trouble for watching it. Regardless... id still find a way to watch it. Still too young back then to comprehend the song's true content about the double standards in society, there was something about the song that made me love it right off the bat. The r&b beat and the catchy lyrics... whats not to love?

Maybe it was the latex suits, whips, and men in submissive positions that made me like it. And i am pretty sure it is this song that is to blame for why i dont find any of that fetish stuff to be weird at all.... if anything, this video got me interested in all that fetish stuff.

Listening to all the lyrics in the song now... i feel that this song would have as much relevance now, as it did then. Being a woman and being sexually aware is still difficult to do, especially without scrutiny. Lame double standards. Damn, i love this song. Definitely my favorite by madonna.

holy fuck

over ten mosquito bites. west nile much?
i am never leaving the house again without off spray in my purse.

something about LA

i have a heavy head to go with my heavy heart. it turns out i didnt book the sunday off to go to buffalo because i didnt see it well... actually because the sunday was one of those split days. i called this morning and it was my fault. Lame. Im actually kind of relieved because i dont really have money to spend in buffalo. I am getting paid next week. so maybe that money will go towards something.

i dont really have a tell on my manager. she seems like she likes me, but shes always very shifty, which is kind of unsettling. she's a nice person dont get me wrong.. im just guessing its because she is a higher-up she kind of gives me a bit of anxiety, like constant evaluation. She's cool though, we're boys. I'm preeetty sure i wont be getting fired anytime soon, because i am awesome (obviously sarcasm). I do respect her however, because she is the kind of person who refrains from gossip of those who works in the store.. or anyone, which makes her a better woman than i.

hopefully things work out tonight. maybe i'll even have something to post!!!! *fingers crossed*

CONTINUED

Today was a downer sandwich with two slices of pretty rad. The morning started with me going to bed at 3 am, as it was a full moon, and one of the rare occasions I was talking to Calvin. I slept until maybe eleven. My body accommodated the later sleep time and allowed me to sleep for a few more hours than usual. I just saw some dude walk by with a pure text tattoo on his arm. Ew. Anyway, I woke up, and ate breakfast. Sica called and one of our many adventures began.
We were off to dominion, to exchange her coins for cash. A little jugs of coins came up to be 50 bucks. Well it was 49 bucks, but we added a few more coins to break 50. Being all risky and adventurous, we took the highway to Sherway Gardens.
We visted our counterpart named Caroline at her place of employment and tried on clothes for us to buy, and her to hook it up. The kids at American apparel look really old for their ages. Caroline went on break at two, and we all had some thai express. We talked and it was pretty cool, we bought our clothes and it was off we went.

My cousin was supposed to come with me downtown... but because she herself is a shitty planner, and apparently had time to go to effing bubble republic with her friend to eat, when she knew i wanted to go downtown... plans were cancelled. Sorry if that makes me look selfish, but my idol... my effing idol.. ugh i don’t wanna talk about it.

Anywhoo, my sister, is still a cunt. Because apparently it is my fault we couldn’t go downtown. I have never screamed that loud before in my life. Never. I honestly just snapped. It was seriously a Brooke moment from the real world. YouTube that and you’ll know what I mean. I then went to punch her door while she was in her room. that stupid cunt. I swear if she was in my sight I would have made her lose some teeth... see I’m never this mad. I decided to sleep off my anger. Too much adrenaline, luckily I dosed off. I woke up to a pillow of drool (sorry if thats gross, but hey its true). My phone started ringing, and it was my tita emmas number. I screened her calls both times. Didn’t feel like answering it, is all.

Sica saved my life, saying caroline still had a seminar to attend but we could still hang. We went to starbucks with our lappys, but we were too cheap to pay for internet. We voyaged to the mall. Wal-mart! Pencil crayons and cheap skimboard surfer things. I watched greys anatomy at jesses place, then I went home.

See what i mean by dower sandwich? (hint: the shitty part was in the middle)

I am still very angry. Very very angry. But i guess it’ll pass. There’s always next time.

i need to be more productive with my mornings. i never really do anything, maybe except for a bit of sleeping, and tossing around.. and watching reruns of various television sitcoms or dramas. Basically anything NBC primetime television. Next paycheck i have to put 30 bucks aside for a week trial at the hot yoga studio. I gotta work on my fitness hardcore.

I've started to watch the seasons of Grey's Anatomy. I used to watch the random episodes here and there, and loved it. Now im starting from the beginning, and i am not disappointed yet.

work is lame. we always get in trouble. lameage. im tired, and there is laundry to be folded.

all along the eastern shore

so today was eventful. running off errands, giving gifts and buying more gifts.
spent a shit load of money with my mother and sister, and came home pooped.
supposed to go shopping with my karim, but funds-are-low syndrome kicked in. so we skipped the shopping, and were just gonna go to the movies instead.

I passed out for a good 2 hours, then woke up got ready and picked up my bizzzatch (kidding, totally kidding) and off to famous it was. Gregory Snow was working. Words were exchanged and popcorn and sodas received. The imax intro was intense and crazy... and batman (for the second time) was still as captiviating. Karim however was extremely hypnotized by the movie. We hung out in jeffrey's driveway for a bit, then i went home. Now im sleepy.

bleeker, check the mail

in a world where orange tic tacs have calories one less than two, i keep getting at least 5 friend requests a day on facebook. Random spanish people or arab people from countries out of reach of north america. I dont know if it is a glitch in the facebook system, but does anyone else get so many friend requests everyday? I'm guess people wanna be-friend me, and i should feel flattered... but it is getting annoying.

My nose is still stuffy, and i got laundry to do. I will update later.

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today was cute. i visited my lolo today. He is the cutest. Marvin was there, and as being a brat, like always... and got mad cuz i said the jonas brothers club was on the couch, and not behind it. kids. momma angey and i bought ice cream. me and angey sat in the backyard on a red blanket, it was pretty rad. I read, and ange just lounged. Off to work. i saw natalie today. i havent worked with that skank for the longest time. she's always such a darling to work with, no wonder why the time went by so fast today. dinner with CJC. home. im really sleepy but feel no need tp sleep.

lawn mowing

the art of mowing lawns. I've been mowing lawns and doing yardwork, since before i had a menstrual cycle. What started out as curiosity to try and turn on the lawn-mower, grew to an obsession, then a habit, and now a chore. honestly lawnmowers looked pretty rad at the age of less than ten... but seeing one now kind of makes me sick. I only say that cuz i hate mowing SO MANY lawns. i dont just do my own lawn, i do like 4 other houses yards and backyards... alot of elderly people on my block, and my dad insists, but i do most of the work. Whatevs, i get money and cookies!

when i was younger i didnt mind it at all... i was outside hanging with my dad, making the neighbourhood pretty. my dad using the weed whacker to trim the perimeter, leaving me to the area. It's still like that. My dad acknowledged, me being such a young age, and able to mow lawns, meant he would hold it against me for pretty much the rest of my life. To which he has. There hasnt been one summer where i havent woken up on a sat/sun morning and mowed a lawn. although last summer, and the summers before it my dad would yell at me and my sister to wake up and mow lawns... now i wake up to him already weed whacking, which is my cue to get my ass up.

me mowing lawns is such a love-hate relationship. Since it started as something that i wanted to do, i will never get entirely sick of it... but since my dad kind of ruined it by being such a lawn-mower nazi, (cuz our old ass neighbours, sorry god) it kind of drained the fun out of it. As much as i hate mowing lawns sometimes, I dont like my dad getting exhausted, so i always take it upon myself to do all the lawns. somedays though it doesnt bother me one bit. Like it's exactly what i need. Like therapy in a way. A lawnmower and an ipod... maybe hazardous, but maybe amazing.

Anyway. Over the course of my lawn mowing experience, i've developed tricks/routes/ways-to-do-it, special and particular to each lawn. Every lawn is different, and needs a different approach. Its crazy how i have a system to mow lawns... But hey, its to make them look nice, and DO WORK, by taking the least amount of trips and time. Lawn mowing is NOT lame. It is essential for any future homeowner who wants a yard! Plus, what kind of guy doesnt want a girl who can handle heavy machinery?

wow, i cant believe i wrote so much about mowing fucking grass.

I rearranged my room today, and im already feeling the better energy.

Oh so i ran errands (gift shopping) with my sister today. I need to return stuff tomorrow, and then be on my way.


Just a taste of what i've been jamming too for the last 3-4 days.

gnarly gnarls named charles

tonight was a night of impulse.
arriving from work, only to head back out 3 seconds later to go swimming... to a pool with no running pump, and worms at the bottom. We screened out all the worms in the shallow end. Since we couldnt get the vaccuum, we manned up and dove in. Im not so sure swimming was the smartest thing for me to do, considering i spent my last night vomitting, and trying to ward of a massive headache by chanting the same mantra. Swimming in a cold pool... with a cold? You tell me.

The swimming lasted about half an hour... way too cold. I kind of just sat on a pool noodle and floated around, listening to my cousins complain about how cold it was, or watching them smoke weed. Pizza. Bras and Hoodies. Out.

Home. steak and the olympics. My parents are in love. It's was my parents anniversary tonight (aug 16), so i joked to my mom saying, "are you gonna have sex tonight?" She kind of laughed in embarassment, and hit me... and said "BASTOS!"... im not too sure what the translation to that in english means...i guess kind of like, pervert? Thankfully that is all she said... cuz the thing is with my mom... sometimes you wish you never asked a question. Especially about sex. What a slut i swear hahaha. NTS: blog about reading cosmo magazine in the car with my mom.

Jeffrey's starbucks girlfriend hooked it up today. Well for him at least. He got a free drink off of his good looks. Cut to the red light dancing in the car to interpol and mgmt, and cue all the stares we get, tuning into our amazing disco show.
Anna's.

Calvin G.Snow David Le
once were four,
now became three.

olympics. black g's filtering in and out. David's sick ass helmet of hair. Honestly david le, it is the sickest asian fro ive ever seen... its perfect. *insert passing time here* Karim's sexy back... god. Lighting up mosquito coils and watching boys eat.

call from caroline, sica on the line.. clearly wasted. caroline and the number three.
"Are you going home?"
"Yeah."
"NO! we're gonna go... have SEX!"
shopping tomorrow woop.

David Le mentioned he read my blog, and half of me was excited, and while the other half kind of creeped out, ha. I never know how to react when people say they read my blog. For one, its nice to know people take the time to read about your day. But it makes me kind of self-concious as to what i should write about, and whether i should censor myself. OR! Do these people read your blog religiously, and check up on your life all the time. CREEPY. What about if people talk about your blog? Or if they start to look at you different, because of what you wrote? Also, i find it weird when people read too much in dept to my thoughts, and try to figure out whats the matter, or who i am mad at. Whatever, i doubt im that special for people to care about. No censorship on this baby. Im pretty sure David is the only one who read this anyway, other than my sister... and maybe now calvin.

Dear David Le, you are awesome. You need a cardigan with pockets! So then if i ever link arms with you, i can put my hand in your pocket, and we can both smile and be happy. We should bake cupcakes together... or i can bake, and you can "baaaaaake" Y'digggg. Okay? Awesome. Don't mention to me that you read this, cuz it might just creep me out LOL. I dont need no message received confirmation.

Hm... this was a long post.. Maybe because i was in so many settings today. I will be shopping tomorrow for clothes and gifts. BTW, woo michael phelps. ugly dudes with skills are killing it, i am telling you. Okay, time to read... or watch the office.

in retrograde

good morning bloggesphere. it is currently 9:53 am this morning, and a few minutes from actual mourning. i am going to a funeral this morning, and it isnt likely my eyes will stay dry. honestly, i wouldnt know what to do if i lost my mother (god forbid)... but the loveria's are looking strong, and are truckin' it through. the worlds prayers go out to them.

on a lighter note, theres a huge jug oftabasco in my room, and im almost done the second book of twilight. Im trying to make a goal of finishing it in like 3 days! I need to stop going on the internet late at night and reading at 3am

flux

my throat is starting to kill. nothing hot, nothing sweet can help it. the most i can do right now is wait through the scratchiness of it all. tomorrow we lay another one to rest. it seems like everyone these days is losing someone. people are dropping like flies its insane.

whenever i sit in a different angle, and stare at my room, theres always something new that i notice. hm.

i feel like im babbling. theres nothing too much going on.

laughing out loud

speaking of dreams. it is pretty much normal to be in a dream, and whatever recklessness or unusual things going on, are normal... in the dream. due to my love of the jonas brothers, followed by my recent purchase of their cd yesterday, as well as falling asleep to my new jonas brothers wallpaper... it would make sense that i would dream about.. the jonas brothers.

in my dream i had an eco friendly jonas brothers bag (it was lime green). i was sitting in a restaurant, and saw three well dressed boys walk past the window. i ran to them and got their autographs.

point of the story... even with my love of Joe Jonas, i end up hooking up with fucking kevin. I can clearly remember looking at the side of his face, and he had some serious mutton chops.

Moral of the story: i always go for the ugly ones, even in my dreams.

rice cookers

If I ever had my dreams analyzed, I would be too scared to hear the results. What complexes I have, and what childhood turmoils are haunting my future. What the people in my dreams stand for, the awkward dialogue that makes no sense in reality, the murder of dogs that is a recurring event in my dreams recently. Regardless if my dreams are only dreams, or if they are some key to my present past and future, i will always value the breath of fresh air i take when waking up from all my dreams. followed by my tossing and turning to figure out where i am, who i am, what i am... then lastly, to sigh in disappointment that i am back to reality, nuzzling the sheets to try and seep back to where i was just mere seconds ago.

I don't work until saturday, i had like no hours this week... i guess i will use the time to clean my room, and read and contemplate about life. I think todays mini goal, is to find a bicycle pump.

Im anticipating a lot of sadness in the next few days to come... i good cry will come out of it, and seeing good people with good hearts. I was going to say something, but it is too early for that.

... dreams last for so long, even after your gone
- Jewel

dont know how to say it

the day started off with the 21st birthday of my cousin Aimee Iva Arcon, and ended on a low note, with the death of my tita fely.

polar opposites in the matter of a few hours. its crazy how the world turns upside down like that, but hey that is life.

happy birthday jessica!

sisterhood of the travelling pants with my sisterhood aka the stable octet.
Eastside Mario's for some dinner and kriss kross conversation.
I love those girls with all my heart and soul... but i doubt there is a pair of pants that would fit us all.

Special Shout out to my BFFN Jessica Garcia Alino who just turned 19 today. All the best. Hope you find the cake you want! Have a good one.

ugh, i hate waiting for jeffrey to pick me up.
he told me he would be leaving his house in like 20 minutes... and that was like 45, maybe even 50 something minutes ago. I swear to god, i dont know what takes him so long to get ready. I am gonna fight someone. Jeeeeeeeeeeez.

So he just called me again (8:18), and is coming now.

*Sigh* Oh that Jefferson. The next show is at 10:35, so it's cool. we can chill for a sec. Be back later.

So we went to starbucks. we tend to always go there. White G's were grillin' (ew why did i even type that... im too lazy to erase it... just writing as it comes to mind) I had no idea who they were. Me and jefferson talked about life, and told me about his near death experience in London with his cousin... wait i mean Delaware. It was intense. We saw Carley and Nina coming back into the starbucks. We exchanged a brief hello, but that was all. We bought our tickets to the Pineapple Express, and just chilled for a 'hot second'.

We got into the theatre, and some lames (a hood couple) were sitting in front of us. Apparently they were making fun of me loving the jonas brothers. Later during the movie the girl's cellphone went off. I guess she forgot to put it on silent. The second time, her phone went off... still not on silent, she took a good while to answer the phone too... i went off.

"I swear to god, you'd think this girl would turn off her phone after the first fucking time it goes off"
The boyfriend glances up towards Hutch and I
"Bright ass n***er, looking up here, I'll fucking kick his ass," Jeffrey blurted out.

Anywhoo, the movie was funny as shit, but a hell of a lot of violence. James Franco owns a part of my heart. UCLA boys.

After the movie, Jeffrey spotted the couple who were sitting in front of us. The man..i mean boy, was maybe 2 inches taller than me. Jeffrey made it a point that he was "one small ass n***er" who he could definitely fuck up. oh gosh. We peed, and he drove me home listening to Justice.

Calvin got me listening to the Strokes again. I havent listened to them in high rotation since highschool. I'm so New York its killing me... pft yeah right.

so today was a pretty much waste of a day.
okay, maybe a little bit of a lie. I did do some laundry, and rid my room of dust bunnies.
i am in the midst of trying to redecorate my room.
ive been reading the ikea catalogue everyday now since i got it.

im implementing to work out tomorrow... oh goodness, let the force be with me!
my hair is in a bun right now, and the shadow on the wall looks hot

CSS & The GO Team

great show.

a few more acts that i expected. Natalie portman's shaved head, and MATT AND KIM! oh boy was kim really, and i mean REALLY hot.

i thrashed a few guys in the pit, and dragged me and sica right to the front. we made some friends, and danced the night away. Lovefoxx talked to me... (well sorta) we had some serious eye connection LOL. Made my night.

anywho, i lost half a pound dancing, but gained it back right now, eating this pizza bagel.

holla.

hey hey hey

im going to do something drastic in the next few weeks.
i dont wanna give away too many deets, but its gonna be hot ;)

im feeling kind of lonely, and needs to release some tension, and remove some excess hormones.

so basically, my sister is a big mother fucking cunt.
apparently, i am 'depressed,' cuz she cockrides some lame ass grade eight. poor thing.

forrealzsies, that girl is a dumb ass bitch for being so cockwhipped to some lame ass hoe. bitch, cant even call me out right, calling me "someone" on her blog (btw, which has the SAME layout as my blog). Stupid Trick. Right now i dont give a shit if i never talked to MY SISTER ANDREA... but for confidentiality, lets call her punk-ass-bitch (PAB).

anywhooooooooooooooo, i bought a new book, but forgot it in sicas car tonight. flashback to last night, where i got my book back from ariel, but left it in jfro's car. I like leaving books in peoples cars. starbucks. and then kelseys. we met up with karim, and he told us his stripper stories. love that kid off. he gave us cool sphinx souvenirs from egypt! then i went home.

the hardest part

so i ended up going out with the jefferson tonight, sans sica because she was sleeping like an angel i could imagine.

we drove to starbucks and didnt run over some mystery ball lying in the center of the road. the swurve of the car made us both laugh, and we pulled into the lot. a grande london fog and a greeting from nick padua (i srsly had a crush on him in grade school). While i was lingering with nick for about .5 seconds, apparently jeffrey was tyring to order a donut, but the barista wasnt paying attention to jeffrey's order. jeffrey decided to point to the donut saying "uhh... can i get this one?" the barista still in a daze, just kind of dumbfoundedly staring at my jefferson snapped out of it... saying "omg im so sorry about the donut.. you're just really good looking"

jeffrey is hot. fucking jeffrey. we laughed about how if i was pissing off jeffrey, he would get his coffee serving hoe to pour hot water on me.

we met up with ariel, su, ernesto, and some faggot little kids who just hot boxed the car and laughed at stupidness. jeff and i grew sick of it, and went home. He told me about the story of the movie "the strangers" and it kind of creeped me out. Anywhoo, im home now listening to coldplay, and feeling much better. Goodnight.

one love

bob marley during any shift makes the long days all the better.
my feet are aching, and im extremely tired.
jessica wants to chill with hutch and karim t'night.
i kind of just want to put on some sweats and curl up into a ball.

PS. season 4 of my life on the d list is awesome
i love kathy griffin

viva la coldplay

July 31st 2008.

Coldplay. Amazing Night. Awesome Show (i didnt care if he fucked up... he was wasted... i loved it)
Loving the unison of the 'Canadian Choir'
Almost fainting and Goosebumps all night.
Thanks Coldplay. You Fixed Me.