Yeia Sas

I know that I already did an about me post, but it was really boring. Plus, it really was not very informative as to my personality/life. So here goes a new, improved, and hopefully better version.


My best friend is half Mexican.

I’ve worn glasses since I was 5, and I used to think that if I ate with them on they would fall off, so I’d take them off to eat.

I love coffee, but mostly the specialty kinds. Like chai lattes, pumpkin spice lattes, and other things of that sort. I am addicted and will probably never be cured.

My dad has non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. He’s in remission. He didn’t even tell me he had it.

I want to be an anthropologist… as of right now anyways. I think it would be really interesting and I get to travel a lot which I love.

I’m taking Modern Greek as my foreign language, and I love it.

I’m usually not a very deep thinker. I accept things at face value, and I’m ok with not knowing everything.

I have a brother and a sister. They are the only ones I count, because technically I have a sister, a half-brother, a half-sister, a step-brother, a step-sister, and a step-sister in law. But I only count my older brother [half-brother] Josh, and my little sister Molly.

During my lifetime, I have had 5 grandmothers, and only 2 grandpas. One of those grandmas is my step-mom’s mom, so she really doesn’t count.

My hair changes colors depending on the season. It’s lighter in summer and darker in winter.

My eyes also change color, depending on what I’m wearing and my mood.

I’ve been to Europe. I went the summer before junior year, and I loved it. I want to go back to London and Dublin someday.

I’m a Leo, and I embody everything a Leo is supposed to be.

My cousin was born the day after me, and we look like twins.

I love musicals, operas, and plays. I love seeing people pour their hearts out onto the stage. I also love performing, but I’m not that great at it. I’m not the most believable actress.

I’m a first alto, but I can sing first soprano parts.

I used to chew my nails, before that I sucked my thumb, and now I chew my lip. I have a strange oral fixation.

I love to drive. It calms me down and takes my mind off of my life for a while. It’s peaceful.

I want to learn to play the piano. I think it would be so cool.

I sing, and so does my mom. I get it from her.



That’s all I can think of. I may update this occasionally. I don’t know yet.

Uhm... eww?

Okay, so I was going to write some amazing post here [probably] but then I got grossed out. You know when you click Next Blog>> at the top of the page and it takes you to some blog it thinks is related? Lately I have gotten gay sex, infertility, submission, and porn as my genres. WTF!? What am I saying on here that leaves people to believe my blog has ANY of that? And if it did, it would be much more popular. HA. Well... Ew.

It's Love <3

This post is going to be extremely sappy, rambly, and gay. If you have an aversion to any of those, I advise skipping it. It’s a post about my best friend. Her name is Kayla Elise Maldonado. [We have the same middle name, cool huh?] She has been my best friend since the first day of the 3rd grade. I was a new kid at school, which I was used to since I moved a lot, and she came over and talked to me. Then we played at recess. I miss those days. So simple. Anyways, Kayla is still my best friend, ten years later. We have been through everything together. I have severe depression and I am slightly bi-polar, so not many people can put up with me, but she keeps me sane even when I am in the middle of going crazy. She is the one person I can count on through everything, and I trust her more than anyone in the world, even more than my family, because well… She picked me, they’re stuck with me. When I am in a mood when I hate everything and everyone in the world, I talk to her. She makes everything better by just listening. She is the only person in my life who will just listen and not try to fix everything, and I love that. Kayla and I have stuck by each other through everything these past ten years. And we have honestly only had one serious fight. And that was even just me being stupid and overreacting. Kayla is the most patient, caring, smart, and wonderful people I know. I have no idea where I would be in my life now if it wasn’t for her pulling me through. When I moved to Indiana, my dad wouldn’t let me call anyone. When he finally let me call someone, I called her, and hearing her voice made me start to bawl. She was at work and she even took the time to talk to me for a little while. I miss her every day, and I hate us being so far away. Her family is going through some really hard times right now, and I hate that I can’t be there with her to help her through it. I love you Kayla Elise, don’t you ever forget that.

Maybe This Time

So basically, I just finished buying the entire Glee CD, and my life is completely.. uhm... complete? That sentence didn't come out right. But anyways... I just read this post that Tony did, and it made me think. It was about dating. And everything he said was completely true. Ok, so I am pretty sure that I am spelling completely wrong. I am huh? All well. As I was saying, Tony gets it. And the post reminded me high school. Good lord I cannot type. I’m fixing it for you but I am missing like half of the letters, and all the other words are spelled wrong. Goodness. I am ADD tonight.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, high school. I dated a lot of guys. I was kind of a whore. Without the kind of. I got to the point during my sophomore and junior years that I could just ignore a guy for a week or so if liked him, then simply smile at him and give him a compliment and he was mine, and would do anything I wanted. I loved the power. Boys, no matter how sweet and innocent a girl looks, she loves the power you give her. I became addicted to it. I would tired of guys very soon after I got them, so most of my relationships didn’t last too long. I was a horrible girlfriend. I was way too flirty, and cheated a lot. I am not quite sure how I got all of those guys to go crazy over me in retrospect. I was horrible.

Anyways, you heard my boyfriend history. That’s a story all of its own. I finally did fall in love with Sam. But it couldn’t keep me from cheating. I hated myself, but I couldn’t stop. I saw good looking boys everywhere I looked, and would imagine the ways I could get them to want me, what I would do to torture them. Because I loved it, the torture part. The part where they were obsessed with the chase, or what they thought was a chase. Really it was me manipulating them. I loved it, and I am pretty sure most girls do it a few times in their lives.

Then I moved to Indiana with my dad. Which is a horrible story, I’m putting off all of the horrible stories huh? Anyways… I was still a whore. There weren’t as many guys in the little small town in Indiana though. But I still kept up the games. Until I met Michael. I met him while I was dating this kid Jake, who I liked, but he was just a game. [A very fun one too. I got him to leave his girlfriend for me. Yes, I know I am a horrible person. Shut up.] But when I met Michael, or Finley as everyone knew him as, I couldn’t see anyone else. I tried to trap him, and it didn’t work. He was 3 steps ahead of me the whole time. He made me chase him. Not to mention he was gorgeous, and funny, and sweet. I was screwed.

I did end up dating him on and off for a long time. I loved him head over heels. When I was with him, I never saw any other guys. I only saw him. It was amazing. A total transformation of the whore to the loving girlfriend. Unfortunately, he wasn’t as changed. He was a man-whore. He cheated, he lied, he was cheap, and he treated me like shit. I didn’t even see it for a long time, I was too blinded by love and by all of his good qualities that I didn’t see the bad ones. I broke up with him so many times, but he kept crawling back and I kept falling for it. Over and over and over. At one point when he decided to start speaking to me again he had a new girlfriend. He didn’t even tell me about her. He cheated on her with me. I didn’t even find out until much later. When I found out we were at a movie theatre about 20 miles away from where I lived. I started walking home. He chased after me, and convinced me all over again. By the end of our relationship I was a wreck. What finally made me realize what exactly was going on was on one of our ‘dates’. He was trying to win me back so he took me to my favorite restaurant, Olive Garden. He said he would pay. He was too cheap, and made me pay for most of it. He also promised we’d go to a movie, but we didn’t do that either. It was ‘too expensive’. I think we ended up having bad sex in the back of his P.O.S. car behind some store. Hobby Lobby if I remember correctly. After that, I just couldn’t deny it. He was bad for me, and he wasn’t going to change. So I ended it for good.

So I totally get what Tony is getting at, and it is totally true. You meet someone and they totally knock you on your ass. Just make sure when you land there you keep your eyes open.



Update: I just looked up completely on Word and apparently I was spelling it right, yay me.

Update x2: I figured you should know what he looks like, so you can feel my pain. Plus, I would love to brag. Sorry about the terrible quality.

MLIA?

Today is a better day... mostly. I'm still on iffy grounds with part of it. I texted my old best friend last night, because I am apparently an idiot. His name is Kevin and he's freaking hillarious. But we drifted at the beginning of the year. It was mostly because I am a jealous bitch. ANYWAYS. I texted him and we both blame each other for what happened. So now i'm sad. But it's much better than last night's sad.

Now that that's out: I will write a cute post about basically nothing. And you will love it. :]

My grocery list: (Reasons in green)

• Applesauce Because I can't swallow pills, so I crush them up and put them in applesauce. It works. Shut up.
• Cups of noodles I eat these like nobody's business. It's m staple food.
• Oreos Because who doesn't love oreos??
• Book(s?) I read really fast. Like I read the last Harry Potter book in a day, and that wasn't just because I am a huge HP nerd. I read all the time, and always have a book.
• Rain boots It's rainy season. Plus they are way cute.
• Laundry sheets Because I use those 3in1 sheets, so I don't have to deal with the stupid liquid, because I always spill it. Always.  And I only have like 2 washes left.
• Hand soap For our jonette. I'm not sure why it's called a jonette. It's a toilet and sink in between my dorm and our suite mate's dorm. Fun.
• Weights To make muscle. And lost fat.
• Yoga mat For yoga like excersises. And sleeping on the floor.
• Medicine ball Working out. I am on this get Julia skinny kick.
• Exfoliant Because my face gets dry and flaky in cold weather. And looks ew.

Well, wasn't that interesting. I'm curious to see whether or not the green shows up. Becuase I wonder about pointless things like that. Good stuff.

Now... onto the good part. I have this new obsession, well... not so new, with a website called MILA. AKA My Life is Average. It's a spoof of FML, and it is way funny. Now... to some of my favorites:

Today, my sisters were talking about how everyone they know (including themselves) was getting pregnant. One said "There must be something in the air," As my dad was passing by, he just stopped and said "Yeah. Your legs." and went back to what he was doing. MLIA

Today, I was standing at a bus stop with my friend and I violently sneezed. All of a sudden a car came out of nowhere and a guy yelled "BLESS YOU!" out the window. I sneezed again, he pulled a U-Turn and blessed me one more time. Thank you kind stranger. MLIA.

Today, my friends and I went to Starbucks wearing our Harry Potter scarves, hats, and ties. As the worker handed me my cup he leaned in and whispered,"Off to Hogwarts?" I said,"Yeah actually." Later I looked at my recipt not only was everything priced way less than it usually is but there was a note that read, "See you there." Soul. Mate.

Today, some men whistled at me when I walked down the street. I'm a male. I felt pretty. MLIA

Today, I realized that FML is categorized into eight categories; love, money, kids, work, health, intimacy, miscellaneous, and dating horror stories. If MLIA were to have categories, I believe that our eight would be; harry potter, wal-mart, hating twilight, random strangers, soul mates, marriage proposals, awesome parents, and school. MLIA

Today, my engineering professor brought his computer up on the projector. Everyone went "awwww" at his desktop background, which was of his 5 young kids. He turned around, looked at the picture, then turns back and said "And that, kids, is why you should always use a condom," and went right back to teaching. MLIA

Today, I was reading MLIA and it was about sending bananas in the mail. I'm a mailman, and so far I have delivered five bananas all to different people. Thank you MLIA for making my job a little more exciting.MLIA.

Today, my friend has his appendix taken out. His mother and I were sharing a box of Gobstoppers while we waited for him to wake up from the anesthesia, and after pouring a few pieces into my hand, I dropped one. Upon the candy hitting the floor, my friend, who was still very much asleep, sat straight up in bed, said, "Who's wasting candy?" and laid back down. His mother and I couldn't stop laughing, and he has no memory of it at all. MLIA.

A while ago I introduced my father to my first boyfriend. The only thing my dad said to him was "If you hurt my daughter, remember I have a shovel and woods. No one will find the body." Several months later, he broke up with me. Today, my dad and I were at Home Depot buying a shovel. my ex saw us, and my dad pointed to the shovel. The look on my ex's face was priceless. MLIA

Today, a customer by the name of Victor Krumm called my work. Hesitantly, I asked him if he was familiar with Harry Potter. There was a pause, then he said in a worried, hushed tone, “Damn! The muggles know!” And hung up. I still don’t know what he was calling for originally. MLIA.

Today, my English teacher told us we had to write an essay on what we wanted to be when we were little. Most of the girls wrote Princesses,and most of the boys wrote race-car drivers. I was looking through my diary when I was 6...apparently I wanted to marry Big Bird, raise an army of mutant gummy worms, and take over Candyland. I got 100% and a Pokèmon sticker. MLIA

A few months ago I told my friend I hated the letter E. I didn't have a reason why I just did not like it. For my birthday he got me a book that had the front and back covers torn off. Today, when I finished the book I went to him and said something seems weird about this book. He handed me the front cover. The book was tittled "Gadsby: A Story of Over 50,000 Words Without Using the Letter "E". MLIA.

Today, I asked my girlfriend of three years to marry me. She said no. Feeling hurt and confused I nodded and got up from kneeling, only to see her get down on her knee and propose to me with a ring-pop. I accepted. MLIA

Today, I went chainsaw shopping with my dad. We were looking at electric ones, but my dad complained about how he can't go on a murderous rampage while attached to a wall. The looks on the surrounding customers made my day. I love my dad. MLIA

Today, I decided to have some fun at the mall by walking up to random women, and saying in a stern voice, "I know about the affair." Four said they didn't know what I was talking about, five begged me not to tell their husbands, and three women paid me off. New hobby? I think so. MLIA

Today, my friend and I said hello to a man with a hook for a hand. I immediately hung my jacket on his hook before walking away without another word to him. My friend looked horrified and apologized profusely for me. I don't think I'll tell her that he's my dad, and I have coat rack privileges. MLIA

Today, while talking to my girlfriend via webcam we decided to have a staring contest. While it was happening, I noticed that there was a button to freeze the video. I won. MLIA

Today, I was looking at the warning label on my new matress, it said; WARNING: Please do not attempt to swallow. I am wondering how many people have tried to swallow a twin sized matress and how it worked out for them. MLIA

Today, I tried out number 17 in the 333 ways to get kicked out of walmart : Go up to an employee and in a official tone say "code three in house ware" and see what happens...to which he replied, 'By God, they need me!' and took off running. MLIA

Today, I read that when NASA first started sending astronauts in space they discovered that ball point pens didn't work in zero gravity. They spent a decade and 12 billion dollars to develop a pen that would write in zero gravity, upside down, under water, on any surface and tempatures that reached 300 degrees below zero. The Russians used a pencil. MLIA

Today, I realized that if you set the iGoogle theme to the "Beach" option, then at 3:14 AM every morning, the Loch Ness Monster surfaces for 1 minute, then at 3:15 dives back under. MLIA

Today, I read a story on MLIA that if you put your headphones in your nose and play your ipod really loud, you can hear the music through your mouth. I decided to try this myself. My mom walked into my room when I had my headphones in both nostrils while Sexyback was playing out of my mouth. She took one look at me and backed out slowly. MLIA


Today, two of my friends put two action figures on the ground in the hall at school. As my whole grade crowded around the action figures and screamed "fight fight fight" the teachers plowed through us to break up the "fight". There faces were pricless when they found it was superman and batman. MLIA

Today, while replacing an old fridge in my garage for a bigger one, I left the old one in the open garage while I took a phone call. When I came back not more than 10 minutes later, not only was the old fridge gone, but whoever took it had completely stocked the new one with soda and beer, leaving a note saying "Hope this pays for it". MLIA

Today, I was standing in line at Starbucks. I was unsure of what to order until I overheard the woman in front of me order a cup filled entirely of whipped cream for her toddler. Not only have I found the world's best Mom, I've also discovered my new favourite drink. MLIA.

Today, I was bored doing history homework. I decided to see what happens on Google Maps when you route from California to Taiwan. It told me to kayak across the Pacific ocean for 2750 miles. I have a new goal in life. MLIA

YOUR WELCOME.
mylifeisaverage.com

And as a parting gesture in this ridiculously long post:

Cancer boy

I'm a bitch. Plus I am having a horrible day. So i'm going to write a very depressing post that you won't care about, but it will make me feel better (dammit). Most people assume that they are depressed. I'm not sure why, but the general population of American thinks that having a bad day every once in a while MUST be depression. I think it is because of all of the WebMD like sites that make every person alive a hypochondriac. But anyways. I actually do have depression. Severe. It didn't used to be severe, but it developed as I got older and went through more horror. I ran out of my anti-depressants [aka Happy Medicine] on Friday. The pharmacy says that the medicine is on manufacturer backorder. Which basically means that I will be living without it for a while. Which means that I am going to get more and more bitchy and more and more weepy and more and more wordy apparently. This is not a good thing. Because even with my happy medicine, i'm a mild depressive. I get messed up over the littlest things.

Now that I am done with the backstory, today was a bad day. I don't really know why. Maybe it was because I had to stay up until midnight last night writing a paper I forgot about. Or because it takes me a long time to fall asleep, and right after I had, my roommate came back. Take into account that it is now 4 am. I had gotten about an hours worth of sleep at this point. She decided to bang around and turn all of the lights on and even made the microwave beep a few times somehow. Then I had to try to fall back to sleep. And I woke up at about 7. So I got 2 hours of sleep last night. Which is not good. Not for anyone. I don't function well without sleep. I get worse than usual. To keep myself awake in math I wrote my little sister, Moo, a letter.

The day got a little better after. I even got to go to dinner with my two loves, Amanda and Lily. Those girls make me laugh like nobody's business. I'll put up some of what I mean another time. But after, I got on Facebook. And my sister's ex boyfriend had gotten on this FB page they made together for school [it was Stalin's facebook, funny? NO.] and he was calling me fat while pretending to be her. This was the last straw. Cancer boy is going to die. And no, that is not in a jokey way. I went in and started crying to Amanda, after already crying to my mom on the phone of course, and that didn't help. So i'm taking the mature way out and starting a Facebook war. Which is completely fair because i'm and 18 year old professional bitch, and he's a 16 year old with a brain tumor. I don't know why but I keep typing toumor. Tis getting on my nerves.

Well, I have vented and feel better. I think i'll go cry myself to sleep now.

There will be a less depressing post soon. Sorry for subjecting you to that.

I found this

Well... ok. Tony found it. But I love it.

I LOVE IT.

That is all.


Update: Ok, so I just realized that it said Adam West. Was that a real person? I have never seen a Batman movie in any form, not even the Dark Knight all the way through. I'm sorry America. But I always thought Adam West was just some made up crazy guy for the Fairly Odd Parents show. Hmm..

All Hallows Eve

Halloween was an interesting experience. The girls and I all got dressed up to go party, then we stood at the bus stop for a half hour. Aly then decided she felt to shitty to go out. And so did Kirsten. And I had injured my back, so we went back inside and got Saw to watch. I then bowed out because a. I can't stand scary movies and b. My back hurt so bad I felt like crying, so I went to bed. We all looked cute though. Except me. I looked ridiculous. But that's ok with me.

That's the enitre group. We look good huh?

And that is me.

Looking like a ridiculous child who is trying to be intimidating.

This is what happens when I try to look sexy.

All well.

So anyways, it was a bust of a good drinking night, but there will be more Halloweens.

Anyways... There are these clocks on my campus. They are big and red and play pretty songs every 15 minutes. Every clock is slightly different. And they are dedicated by a class to a school. Since I am in the class of 2013, I figured that if we survive, we should dedicate a clock. You know, since the world is supposed to end on Dec. 21, 2012. Which is our senior year. Which sucks. But I digress.

Oh, I just thought I could show you what the clocks look like.

Pretty huh?
I took that myself.

I'll name this later... possibly

Song of the day: Defying Gravity - Idina Menzel in Wicked

Tomorrow is Halloween. I live on a college campus. You know what that means... Alcohol. Lots of it. And candy, almost as much as there is alcohol. I don't get why college students use every possible opportunity to drink, but i'm not gonna complain. Halloween also means lots of girls dressed in basically nothing, and guys dressed in something ironic/funny. For a party last weekend my friend Kyle dressed up as a sexy cowboy, which was hillarious. Here:

That's my roommate, Kyle, and a bunch of other people last weekend.

If I go to any parties this weekend, i'm going as Waldo: The Girl Version. And i'm going to sneak into everyone's pictures. I'm pretty excited. :]

Anyways... I fucked up my knee. Badly. Over a week ago. And It still hurts. Basically all the time. Except now it's starting to move to my entire leg, which is just lovely.

I can't seem to type, which you can't tell because i'm attempting to fix it.

But my typing sucks.

Plus, it's almost time to move my laundry to the dryers.

So bye.

Maybe i'll write something better later.

Chocobunk

I love coming up with random blog names that have nothing to do with anything in the actual post. Chocobunk is what I called chocolate milk when I was little. I still call it that. The only difference is now I know better, I think.

My week has been pretty uneventful. Except for the concert. Ohh, yeah. That.

Y'all know who that is? Gabe Saporta. COBRA STARSHIP. No? Nothing? Well, whatever. I'll tell you anyways.

Victoria's Secret had this contest thing that I had no idea about, and apparently our school won. So we got a free concert. Not just a concert, the concert. Cobra Starship and Girl Talk. Came to IU. And gave a show. Free. It was basically the best ever.

This group called Dot Dot Dot played too, but they were just the opener and sucked big time. They had this bassist who was probably 60 at least and was singing Lady Gaga and grinding all over the place. It was barfy. Wanna see Roomie's face when it happened?

Yep. That tiny asian is my roommate. She is actually really cool. And that guy in the back who looks like he's thinking too hard? That's Kyle. He is the most amazing gay man I have ever met.

ANYWAYS... Cobra ruled. I fell in love with them. And now my iTunes is full. Which is a great sign for them. Gabe told us to illegally download his songs. He told us to. He doesn't want us to buy their stuff, but whatever floats his boat. :]

That night I messed up my knee really bad, and it still hurts. So blah. I just think I'll complain some more.
Or maybe nap.
I'm boring today.

Dating?

First order of business...

K, now that we've established that...

Everyone is doing dating histories lately. So I thought I would do mine. Even though I am younger, I have some stupid exs [exes, ex's??]

Andrew:

Andrew was my first boyfriend, at the age of 12. He was also my first kiss, during a crazy game of truth or dare. He dumped me a week or so later because his friend told him to. You know how he dumped me? He yelled it to the entire bus. Which is humiliating when your 12.

Cody:

I had a few boyfriends in between Andrew and Cody, but I can't remember their names. So we'll go straight to Cody. He was my first 'love' at 14. Well, I thought he was but I actually wasn't until later. Anyways... Cody was your typical bad boy. And I like me my bad boys. We went out for like 3 months freshman year. During which point he cheated on my at least 2 times. Once with my best friend since the 7th grade. I still haven't forgiven her. I almost let him take my virginity too, but I chickened out. YAY! Needless to say I dumped him.

AJ:
Now that I am actually trying to write this, I can't think of basically anyone that I dated. All well. Next came AJ. I never actually dated him, but he's important. I lost my v-card to him summer after freshman year. He was the big jock on campus, and is still reallllly hot. We continued to hook up until I moved away my junior year. But, he's the reason I became a slut.

Ryan:
Ryan was this guy that I knew through mutual friends, and who had had a crush on me for years. But I never wanted him. Wanna know why? He was fat. Not cute fat, but HUGE. And slightly smelly. But he had a car my sophomore year, when no one else did. So I went out with him for the car. It was a really strange few months. I can't remember most of it, and I am sure that I blocked it out.

Sam:
I dumped Ryan for Sam. Sam wanted to take me to prom and Ryan did it. End of story. I had never actually spoken to the guy, but our mutual friend said he was obsessed with liked me. We went to prom and had an amazing time. And saw each other basically every day afterwards for nearly 6 months. Except for the times when he was in Europe or I was. He was a guitar player. And he was really romantic and sweet. At first. Then he became obsessed with the sex aspect of the relationship. Plus, he wasn't entirely over his ex. But we did stay together for almost 6 months. Until he cheated. Then lied about it and dumped me. And that is the lovely time when my body decided, HEY! She's completely depressed, let's knock her up! So, I was pregnant too. With his baby. Which sucked. You'll get the full baby story sometime in the future because it's just too long.

David:
I never dated David either, but I was going to before my dad made me move across the country. David was the guy who helped my best friend pick up the pieces that were left of my life. In the span of just a few weeks, I had messed my life up pretty completely [which is another long and depressing story. You'll get it later too], and he helped me feel better. I really did love him, and I still miss him sometimes.

Jake:
Jake was one of the first guys I dated when I got to Indiana. He was the complete opposite of Sam in basically every way, which I loved. Plus, he was freaking hillarious. We went out for a month before we both figured out we were better off friends. And he was my best friend for a long time afterwards. Till he wasn't. Damn, I have a lot of really sad and long stories.

Michael:
Michael was the last real boyfriend that I had. We started dating junior year and dated on and off for an entire year. I really liked him, possibly loved, but he was a headcase. He's nearly 20 now I think, or maybe he already is, and he graduated with my class. He has no sense of good/bad or right/wrong and no common sense. To put it plainly, he was an idiot. Who lived with his mom, dealt drugs, and cheated a lot. I am not quite sure why I put up with it, other than when he wasn't high he was amazing, but only if we were alone. If his friends were around he was a complete dick to anyone and everyone, especially me. Once, he was trying to win me back and took me to Olive Garden, which is my favorite restarant. Not only did he ask if the water was free, he bought the cheapest thing on the menu and didn't eat it, then he didn't have enough to pay for it. Classy huh? I'm glad to be rid of him to be honest. But a guy like him is really difficult to recover from.


Well that was it. The main boys in my life. Boring huh?

Cat-sick

Apparently people who go away to college are supposed to be homesick. My roommate is, my friends are, but I am not. I miss my cat. Plain and simple. Sure, I miss my mom and sister and dog and even my stepmom's cooking, but I miss my cat the most.

Her name is Bella, and we got her for free. She was a present for my 17th birthday. She's all black except for two white patches, one on her chest and one in between her back legs. We had to bottle feed her when we first got her. And by 'we' I mean 'I'. She's really curious and really adorable. And I love her. The picture below reminded me of her, since she does that whole sitting on the keyboard thing. She will try and catch my mouse.

Last night I called my dad and apparently the phone was up really high, because he says she was looking around for me since she could hear my voice. I just about died.

My dad says she would just run around the house crying all the time for like a month after I left. I miss my baby. :[

And yes, I did just do a whole post devoted to my cat.
Who is below.

But she was really little. Like the first day we got her.
And she slept in a box on my bed, because I was afraid I would roll over and squish her.

Tony's Prize(s)

He wants a prize for reading the entirety of that last blog.
So...

Yeah yeah. I got a little carried away. But it was only because I was at this amazing website.

You'll love it too.

And your welcome Tony.

Blogging is addicting

Soo anyways...
I had my philosophy midterm today. I'm not quite sure why I took philosophy in the first place because
a. I am so not a deep thinker.
and
b. I suck at arguing. Anything. Even things I strongly agree with.

But, I wrote for 40 minutes straight. On the stupidest topic on the planet:

Why are scripture, visual perception through physical senses, and the answering of prayers aren't good reasons to claim that God exists.

The answer:

None of them prove anything.

Yep, that's right. That was the basis of my essay.
Keep in mind that we have had these essay promt things for about a month now, and I literally started preparing last night.
I rock.
I think i'll probably pass.
I hope.
Cuz if not my dad will give me less money, and it's hard enough to live on $30 a week.

That's something else.
My dad and stepmom won't let me get a job.
Because i'm still 12 apparently.
But that isn't surprising.
They've always treated me like that.
:[
All well.


Michael Jackson just came on my iTunes.
And i'm dancing in my chair.
Billie Jean is not my lovaaaa.
I love him.
Straight up.
But I think he was hottest when he was still black.

Sexy right? :]

Even though there was probably a few surgeries already at this point.

Have you noticed that this is basically a really long blog about nothing?

And you read the whole thing.

Go you.

Things I Dislike Strongly

Because hate is a strong word.
I do hate some of them.
And others I just want to go away and never ever ever come back again.

1. Butterflies. I know, they're pretty, right? Well that's too bad. I have a very irrational fear [yes, I do know that it's irrational to be afriad of butterflies] that the butterflies will eat us all one day. But it isn't just butterflies. It's moths too. I know, I am a horrible person for thinking they are evil. But they are. They will kill us all. That's the secret of hoe the dinosaurs went extinct.

2. Caramel. It's just sticky and strange and icky. I don't like the consistancy or how it makes it difficult to swallow. I don't have this problem with peanut butter however. I love peanut butter.

3. Pants. I think they are really pointless. Well, ok, not pointless necessarily, but very annoying. Who's idea was it for us to stuff our big butts into tight denim pants that usually don't even look that good? A MAN, that's who. Plus, my thighs rub together because i'm not teeny, so I get these annoying rub out areas in between my legs which occasionally result in holes. In my crotch area. Which is annoying. Sweat pants are my favorite thing ever, and I own like 50 pairs, because they are the only kind of pants I approve of.

4. Shoes. Well... I love shoes actually. I love buying pretty ones, like heels, on the off-chance that I have to wear them some day. But I hate actually wearing shoes. I would go bare foot all day if I could. But as I said earlier, it's looked down upon.

5. Math. When am I ever going to need to factor a trinomial in my life? WHEN? Never. I plan on doing something that has nothing to do with math. I am currently in my 3rd year of algebra, actually 4th... counting algebra 2, and that's only because I can't see the point. It isn't practical to fill our brains up with this useless math stuff when we could be filling it up with useful things, like spelling.

6.Bugs. Yep, bugs in general. My dad told my I should be an entomologist. Aka a bug scientist. He's a cruel man. Bugs freak me out. The other day I took a shower about half as long as usual because there were those shower bugs in there. They were ew.

7. Having a song stuck in my head and not remember all of the lyrics. Yep, that pisses me off. Especially if I am trying to sleep.

Well, I'm out of ideas.
:]

Douche canoe

K, so first order of business...
Allie is doing a drunk blog, so go read it. NOW. I'm pretty sure it will be more entertaining that whatever else your doing. Except your reading this... so continue and read it later.

Now that that is over with, a funny conversation between Lily, Amanda, and I.
Lily (to Amanda): You know if you were shorter you wouldn't have as far to get up
Amanda: Yeah, but then I would drown first in a flood.
Me: But you will get struck by lightning first.
Amanda: Not if I crouch.
Me: Yeah, but then you die in the flood.

Yeah. I know. That was an amazing comeback, and I didn't even have to think.
I rock.



My foot itches.
I know that when your palms itch it means your supposed to come into money, so what does it mean when the palms of your feet itch?
I may have to go Google it.
Goodnight.

Things I Want to Take Behind the Middle School and Get Pregnant

I don't mean that literally. It means things that I love, but I like this title better. I got the idea from my male, asian alter ego. It basically rocks. And so does he, go look at him.

1. Glee. 'Nuff said. Except for there wasn't, because almost nothing I could say could capture the vast awesomeness that is Glee.

2. Smoothies. They basically need their own food group. Since I got to college, they are my dietary staple. They are so so so so so good. In fact I'm going to go get one soon with Manda, who lives across the hall.

3. Flip flops. Especially the ones from Old Navy. I have every color and wear them everywhere until it snows. And even sometimes I do then too. I'd rather be barefoot, but most people frown upon walking around wth no shoes on a college campus. And in downtown Seattle, because if you don't wear shoes there it means your a hobo. And they chase you. But I have no experience with that. Nope... None...

4. Stuffed animals. I don't know why, but they make me happy.

5. Hershey's Chocolate Bar with almonds. They are like heaven in a wrapper. I can eat them by the case. Or at least I think I could.

6. Hand sanitizer. I hate it when my hands smell. Or feel dirty. Or anything like that. I use it religiously. I love it, and always have it with me.

7. Mechanical pencils. Remember when you actually had to get up and walk across the room when you broke your pencil. Or... *GASP*... actually sharpen one by hand with those tiny ones, that sometimes came in ironic ways. [Like a nose. I saw one of those today and just about died laughing.]

8. Garmin. Or any other GPS unit. I get lost a lot. I also get lost easily. Simple directions are much too hard for my little brain to handle. I'm right brained** so I am more artistic. Describe the tree where I need to turn, not the street. I am so not good with streets. I also do not know my left from right most of the time. I have this strange bump I have had since forever on my middle left finger from writing and thats the only way I can tell. Wow run on sentence. GPS is basically made for people like me. Except it kind of feels condesending occasionally... Why can't it be in, like... Mr. Roger's voice. I loved that guy. And he was never condesending. Ever. And wore cardigans. Which are amazing.

9. Whipped cream. And not in a dirty way. I can eat this stuff with a spoon. Some people think that's gross, but it is not. Whipped cream is thebest man made substance ever. I love it to death.

10. The number 13. It's my favorite number. Always has been. Plus, supersticious (sp?) people think it's evil, which rocks. :] Oh wait, there is a reason I love it, but it's a very sad story and shall be saved for a sad day.

**I just had to run across the hall and ask Manda which side of the brain was artistic. I'm that cool.

Glee obsession...

Lately, I’ve discovered a new obsession…


With the TV show Glee, on Fox. It’s about a high school Glee Club, and it rocks. Their voices are beyond amazing. And the acting is actually not half bad. I love performing, and I sing as well, and it’s my dream to do something like they are.

They do so many amazing things with songs, and I can’t stop YouTubing them. [YouTubing is now a word.]

Here's a little taste of my new love...


Your welcome.
Another post coming soon, something relevant. I promise.

Stuff you should probably know about me, except you probably don't care.

I figured that since no one is reading this anyways, I'd write about myself.

I grew up in Everett, WA. Which is basically a little gang town north of Seattle. It's also a convergence zone. Which means it rains all the effing time. Yeah, it sucked, but I love it and can't wait to go back this Christmas.

I'm a spelling nazi. I always correct everyone. All the time. I can't help it. It's impossible not to. I blame my sister. She's basically a human dictionary. You hear that, Moo? Your fault.

I swear like a f*cking sailor. I have since I was 8 and my best friend Kayla taught me how. I try to stop, then I get really frustrated and give up. Yeah, I'm a quitter. Get over it.

I like boys. A lot. Even though I haven't had a boyfriend in basically forever. I want one, but they sadly do not want me back.

I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. Everyone says to do what you love and to try to make money off of it, but I love too much. I love animals, and sleep, and babies, and baby animals, and singing, and preforming, and design, and the tv show Bones. It's too hard to choose. I think i'm going to be an anthropology major, with a possible double in international studies. But i'm not sure. It's too hard. How are we supposed to choose what to do with the rest of our lives at 18? It's ridiculous. I don't even know what I want to eat for breakfast tomorrow. I'm very indecisive. It's not a good quality.

I'm rude. And in your face. And honest, brutally so. And a bitch. I would have put that first but i don't think putting bitch in bold is a great idea. Because of the children, damnit. :]

Sorry this post kinda sucked, but I thought I should get that out of the way.

Trevor attacks.

Soooooo basically... last night was terrifying. I decided to go to bed early. An hour later I was still awake because I have no life and basically troll blogs and play Farmville all day, so I got up to pee. Which was stupid.

There was a giant 2 inch long cockroach in the bathroom.

Which is SOOO not fun to discover when your peeing.

This is the conversation I had with myself:
Me: Finish peeing or run out screaming with no pants?
Myself: Finish peeing.
I: RUNNNNNN!! Its a fucking cockroach you crazy!!

I did, in fact, finish. By which point I was hyperventilating and in all out freak-out mode. Bugs are really up there on my list of shit-that-I-never-want-to-see-while-peeing. Or ever for that matter. Cockroaches are just under butterflies on the scary bugs list. Oh yeah, and btw, I like lists.
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah...

So I ran across the hall to my friends' dorm, and basically ran in and started squeaking and jumping in circles.
I'm pretty sure I sounded like a bat.
It went something along the lines of OHMYGODTHERESACOCKROACHINTHEBATHROOM!MANDAMAKEITGOAWAY!!
And Manda went into the bathroom to look at the offending alienbug.
Then promptly ran out again.

I went to the older girls on my floor to see if they had a guy in their room to get the bug OUT.
They did not, but one almost threw up.
Then my lovely RA decided to tell us that if you squish a cockroach you get tapeworms from its stomach.

Long story short, we found a guy with a big boot to kill it. Then suite-mate Caro and I cleaned up the bathroom. She picked up the remaining bits with a giant trash bag on her arm, and I mopped.
It was icky.
Just saying.

Anyways, apparently my RA lied, and you can't get tapeworms from cockroaches unless you basically eat them raw... Which is good I guess.

Oh, and my roommate decided to name the cockroach Trevor.
Needless to say, he did not get a funeral.

Now to find out how the hell he got in there...

No Experience Whatsoever?

Hey, ya'll.
I've never blogged before, so sorry in advance for sucking.
I have basically no life experience.
At all.
I enjoy the spacebar far too much, obviously.
I hope you like me?