GG runs my life!

why does chuck insist on tormenting me with his suave ways and sexy, frazzled hair? Thats the only thing keeping me going this week of finals. Even a looming 10 page political science final cant keep me from watching Gossip Girl.

I hate studying, I hate biking a mile to school everyday, I hate school! Some one get me outta here, please. Please? Mom? She reminded me, "Daisy, if college was easy, everyone would be doctors and lawyers." Thanks for the encouragement. My companion for the Thanksgiving ride told me, "I liked school so much I decided to stop going."

=O

OMG.

Someone save me. Consider this as my desperate cry for help.

And P.S.- SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET KNOCKED UP?! woah.

Normally
this would be The time that she
Would let him talk her out of leaving,
But this time, without crying,
she got into her car, she said,

No happily never after
That just ain't for me.
Because finally,
I know
I deserve better, after all
I'll never let another teardrop fall.

As she drove away she starts to smile,
Realized she hadn't for a while.
No destination, she drove for miles
Wondering why she stayed in such denial.

Post LawSo1

The seemingly warm latte masked a very italian creme soda- half shot pina, half shot colada, 7 cubes of ice, three tspns of half and half- just the way I like it. You know when you mix milk with anything other than milk and it creates a sizzly foam? Well this sizzly foam didn't sit too well on my bike ride and began to spill over the sip cup. Ahh, the turmoil of a beverage concealed by a sleeve and those little tops you put on your coffee, with a dime size slice for your lips.

It's silly how you can hide just about anything, anything.

No comment.

I do believe the first 5 weeks of college have successfully kept me away from my blog, what with its piles of reading, lines of highlighter and tabs upon tabs of "take note!". Yes, I'm a whining freshman, but I don't care- school has been kicking my ass and currently going in for Round 2- midterms.

Aside from school work, I love SB. I love my hall, I love the beach, and I love love love Friday nights (which are every night in SB). I'm having a blast. My bedtime has been moved from 10 PM to 3 AM, blame it on Beeta- she turns into an out of control horoscope addict at 12 AM, and it takes about 2 hours to wear off. But hey, I'm not complaining.

Probably the only reason why I'm writing this blog is because I'm home for the weekend, and I actually have (get this) SPARE TIME. What does that word mean again? Oh yeah, boredom infused with droplets of youtube, facebook, etc. I missed my kitties, doggies, and birdies sooooo much! And unlike other collegees, I didn't come back for my boyfriend, or my parents, or my sister for that fact. I missed my babies so much, it was unbearable :)

Halloween is coming up! And I'm sure excited, be posted for some cool SB pictures and my secret Halloween costume.

And Dear Reggie,
Thank you for coming allllll the way down to SB last week. I had tons of fun and I was sooo happy, as you could probably tell from all the hand holding, cuddling, and the rest of that mushy stuff couples do. I love you, like always.

The smell of hard asphalt.

Let it go
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know?
The hardest part is over.

-Rob Thomas

Catapulting!

With the exception of unexpected fire drills, "Fuck FT" haters, tattoo minimalists, and confused wandering on Del Playa, Santa Barbara is pretty fucken awesome. I love my roomate and my suitemates, they're awesome. And I really do think I lucked out this time, considering I got my own bathroom and the beeessstt roomies.

Well, Week of Welcome (also known as WOW) was filled with drunk nights, numerous boys dropping into our dorm (we should really close that door), and meeting tons of people. And so I thought, WOW this is college life. But to my surprise, experienced students have told me the fun has yet begun. For example, its Rush Week starting Saturday, and everyone knows that means everything from Frat parties to chill BBQs. And the biggest thrill of it all will be on Saturday-

3 6 Mafia !!!!! Thats not even the best part, ITS FKN FREEEE!

Woohoo, I'm excited.

Strings of words with punctuation at the end.

Period.

Blog #1 in a dorm room.

Flakers and risk takers.

1. First off, lets just say I hate flakers, specifically those who don't give a heads up to inform you their presence won't be there when they specifically said they would in the form of "I'll call you in a bit" or "We'll see" or (my personal fave) "I'll let you know". And being the nice bitch you are (I say NICE cause if I weren't, I wouldn't have invited you in the first place), you don't want to call them back later and say- "Where the fuck were you, huh?".

Okay flaking out is not the point, the point is to have some courtesy- the courtesy to let someone know plans have changed and your not down. Is that so hard?

2. I hate people who flake out on bets or risks or any fun-killer. You fucken pussies! Grow some balls and eat shit, cause no one gives a fuck as long as you do it! DAMN. You party poopers. First of all, don't wanna back your girl up, you shit in your pants, AND you can't even do a damn dare?! WOW, I am so damn glad that's not my boyfriend.

And you know what else pisses me off? People who can't fucken drive, eat, walk without their significant others. And I thought Rej and I spent too much time with eachother. If your flaking and your hating because of your bf/gf, then its too much and you both need to find a life.

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I'm sorry for this spaz of vulgarity, I am extremely irritated at the moment and right now blogging seems to be the only sponge of empathy for me. All my complaints go under the same human fundamental, taking responsibility for your own actions. LIKE DAMN, is that so hard? I know I forget, I KNOW, but fuck, at least I TRY to give a shit about myself and how my dumbass can affect others.

Sincerely,
PISSED AT YOU!

Clever but clueless, we're just humans.

"She's still young, and you have to be better than that."

It's funny how you can be so nice, giving, loving to someone so close and yet they can be so selfish and unmoved.

Every reach, every extension of my hand is rejected with ridicule and sarcastic disdain. Every offer, every gift has been accepted with unthankful gestures and assumed credit. All my pleas for simple tasks have been rebuttled with endless excuses, tearing against my patience for any way out.

With 3 days to go, one would think you would jump at lunches, lend a hand, just pretend to listen. You have had your proudest moments that were declared by my words and heightened by my want to show you off to the world. And yet I cannot move a nerve or an emotion with my college acceptance, my leave, or my life. It breaks me to know that you find comfort in my frustration, my desperation to be a role in your life, when ultimately, you can say just about anything to send that pillar crashing down.

Basically, it hurts to know that I would do everything for you while you begrduge the thought of doing anything for me. The past 18 years have been a desperate attempt to please you, I'm sorry I've been such a disappointment. And after your attitude, your selfishness, your inability to apologize, I'm still making futile attempts to reconcile.

Blogging out of boredom!

Maybe it was because we were camping in a town called Markeeville, or that Cubby was snuggled in the crevice of my arm the entire 5 hour trip. Or maybe because it was the last time before school that we'd all be together like this, and knowing that even after school, it probably wouldn't be the same. Nina, Adrian, Val, Kelvin, Rej and I packed into a Cr-v and a Trooper and laughed the winding trail upto the Tahoe mountains, which provided no service or bathroom convenience (might I add).

"It" is nostalgia. Nostalgic for the past, even though we were living the present.

On Thursday, Rej had his extremely belated birthday bash and we all headed up to the haunted school house at 11 PM and nearly shitted in our pants. I also played volleyball with all the Indians! Haha like .. Mayur. That was fun.

Toodles!

PS- 4 more days till move in. yikes!

Dear McCain,

Did you really think that, by electing a woman VP, you'd be able to capture the millions of votes that would have other wised been barbarically thrown at Hilary?

We shalt find out!

Speaking of politiks, Palin is anti-sex-education. ANTI?! Still?! Even after your 17 year old daughter got knocked up? Come on. Not all of us live on a barren Alaskan tundra, too blissful to know the real tragedy and reality of teen pregnancy.

And to Britney: Yay! You've finally come into yourself. Did she look hawt last night or what? I think Nelson and I had our fair share of shrieking and uncalled gasps. 3 VMA's in one night, after 16 nominations. Get it girl. I have to say, though, I think people voted for Britney Spears- not 'Piece of Me'. Get my drift?

Tell me why no one liked Russel Brand?!?!?! He's my new fave; the only man who has enough balls to say whats on everyone's minds. And I am now vouching for putting rings on the JoBros' penises. So what if Brand was explicit, it was witty and comedic, more so than Silverstein of last year! The venue was way too small, and felt like a mini Broadway. Rihanna sucked, so did Kanye. End of story.

Goooooooo Britney!

Rollin'.

Well, like the loser I am, I'm sitting out of a tempting shot game while the others (Hector, Cherrie, Larry, & Leland) have lots and lots of fun. So I decided to Yelp! and Blog a bit, my two sanctions of obsessions. Yum.

I'm currently in Berkley, tired and awaiting my bed time. Today, I got a new tattoo against Reggie's will. Too bad babay, I love you all the same. After, Hector picked me and Leland up and we headed for Cal to meet up with the rest. Visited Cherrie's awesome apartment and then went to Larry's penthouse, sheesh. Then we all went to Champa Gardens, a Thai restaurant in East Oakland (yikes!) which was absolutely FAB. Try it, and read my review on Yelp!.

After dinner, I hung out with Candice and chilled in her gigantic dorm and then walked the entire strip of Frat Row, finding no parties in site. Sipped on a warm cup of Stradda and said goodbye to meet up with Sherrie. We took this horrific walk down to Larry's place- a walk filled with sleeping homeless, dark figures, and drunk girls. Finally reach Larry's place, and here I am, blogging, while the guys are watching a mad movie, and the rest of the Hurdlers are playing child games.

Ah, I love them. This is fun. And scary. And life threatening. But very fun.

Oh and last week I reunited with my Sophia! So damn fun. We had a sleepover which consisted of fragments of our past, kitty conversating, and wowing at how the time's flew. The next day we went shopping, just for old times sake when we had no style :)

Goodbye!

Excuse me.

Im sorry but the closer and closer move-in date gets, the more depressed my blogs will be. And it definitely doesn't help that I'm watching P.S. I Love You.

Okay so someone approached me with an issue today, which I normally wouldn't fucken care about, but today, I do. And to you, what the fuck? Who are you to tell me that? Myspace don't mean shit, and if it does- your a social fuck.

Dear Rejinald, I love you. You have held my hand, carried me through, and have pulled me together whenever I've fallen apart. I don't have a plan, and I don't know what to expect, but I know that we can webcam until our laptops break. Okay? And I'll miss you terribly and excrutiatingly. I know its temporary, damn it! But I dont care, I'll miss you like hell anyways.

01:12 AM

Well ain't it all a bunch of heeby jeebiez? I've been scrolling and refreshing through an assortment of all your guys' blogs, some histerical, some utterly depressing, and others a bit bland (like mine). It's wonderful to see progress and decline in everyones lsummers! Ah, the strife of 'real' life.

Which reminds me, whenever anyone says, "Just wait till you get to real life" or "This isn't real life", it makes my brain kaput the subject of conversation and wonder, "Wait, what?". Like all this time I've been living the fake life? What? So when exactly does our real life start? I thought it was high school? No wait, I think it should be college. Or no, actually. When you have kids? Become a lawyer? What?

Enough with the rhetorical (or is it?). I came back from another Hmong wedding this weekend, big whoop. As if the dozens of children weren't enough to make me want to leave halfway through, girls of young ages were bumpin and grinding like hyenas on a groggy summer's night. And the perfect cherry topper was when all their shirts/dresses came flying off, exposing what appeared to be breasts (or cutlets or lilies or ... ?). Yick.

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1:28 AM

I need to start packing, it's depressing. I cant even type anymore. I just don't know what to say. I'm staring at my I-hate-Bush calendar (btw, 154 days until Bush is out of reign), and just noticing how quickly everything's faded. This summer came skipping by, it glanced into my eyes, and now, just now, I can see it skipping away in the distance.

A three and a half year relationship (worthy of it's most endearing love, tryest of times, and deepest of pits) is now making an attempt to grasp this 'thing' we both refer to as a resilient transition. Sisters, their closeness and rivalry etched onto an ankle, will now endure living under separate roofs for the first time in 18 years. Family (dogs, birds, cats and all), makes an attempt to cope with this mess of a first born and her stumbles through college. And I, lost and undeserving most times, will see it all through.

Sincerely,
1:37 AM

The best of me.

To think, we're all outta here in about a month. Goodbye awkwardness, comfort, privacy(!), goodbye home.

I had a ridiculous dream last night (that will remain raveled). But everything that used to be in my life is no longer. Everything that was sure, exact, reliable is now a splintery mess of 'should haves', 'could haves', and 'really really really shouldn't haves'. Not to be a depressed, emotional mess, but I'm absolutely terrified of leaving home. I was JUST making hotel reservations for when we pack up and leave for SB, and even with Daddy's credit card by my side, I was still typing at a meager 30 wpm.

But onto the future! The best of me will come out, shine, and outlast the rest of me. That is my vow to myself, and damn it Daisy, you're gonna do it.

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Hip Hop camp was wonderful! The kids were rowdy, noisy, trouble filled- and absolutely innocent .







The cutest bunch filled my summer days with fun! FINALLY.

Piece,
Dizzer

Sticky Adventures

Over the course of the past several weeks, Rej and I have ventured all over the Bay Area in search of the best dining, best activities, and secretive of beaches. Here are some pictures to express!


Gilroy Garlic Festival


Half Moon Bay horseback riding



SF Dinner at the Rainforest Cafe


Carmel's White Beach at the end of Ocean St.


On our way to Sausilito





Ghiradelli's Square: Kara's Cupcakes!





Downtown SJ Tech




Tired! And all I need are my boys.



Also, Happy Birthday to Reggie. I love you; always have, always will.


Currently, we're in Las Vegas! Pictures will be up soon, considering this will probably be the last of my antics before school starts. We're headed to the Stratosphere tonight!

Piece&Luxe,
Dizzer

Blogging for funsies

Lately, my days have been spent with Michael Scott, Dwight Shrute, and Jim. The Office is freekin hilarious. Sissy and I have been working on a dance piece and currently in the making of a video. Oh how summer floods happiness into my days!

Currently, Jim is morphing into a vampire. hehehe.

Rej and I have been volunteering at the animal shelter. For anyone who's looking into buying a dog, I suggest you check out the shelter before anything else. 15 animals are euthanized there everyday, and theyre all really, really, really great dogs, cats, and bunnies who all deserve loving homes. And if you're bored one day, check it out. It really opens your eyes about all the deserted animals in our city, and what little things we can do to help them .

But did you know? That San Jose City legally permits only 5 animals to a household. Yikes.

Responsibilty.

People need to start taking responsibility for themselves. No, this isn't a rendition of Obama's words, but a rebuttal to the endless excuses people use as a crutch for their shortcomings.

"You're fat."
No, it's just the steroids AND I have asthma.

"Why didn't you just get yourself an education?"
Because! I don't have money and I don't have enough time.

"But you didn't vote."
But I have the right to complain and banter all I want cause I'm an American.

"You needed to dance it a lot cleaner."
I know, but he was in my way and I can't see and I have long arms.

I'm sick of it. You need to accept your actions and know that you are the sole problem/solution to your failure/progress. For those who continuously seek for new places and people to push the blame on, you look weak, pitiful, and unreliable.

In the past week, this irresponsibility has become more apparent. Its disappointing to see friends and family fall to into the endless pit of excuse rather than to admit wrong, apologize, and correct it. It's that easy.

So the next time you take a hit of criticism, accept it and move on. Don't face it with animosity or any other type of cold feeling shit, grow the fuck up and move the hell on. What you should've said was, "Okay maybe I eat too much, was lazy to go to school, didn't care about voting, and need to polish my dancing."

Liek Kanye said, don't complain without giving a solution. You bitches.

Frequent blogging.

Since the start of summer, I've blogged almost every single day (sometimes several times in ONE day), but thankfully you all don't have to sit through this and read all of them since they're on private. And only the most random, concentrated, and unavoidable posts get published.

Thus, I feel the need to blog! Right now.

I am a semi-declared political science major (with an emphasis on international relations, pre-law and a minor in legal studies)! Eat that up. I will be taking on a whole 15 units this first quarter at UCSB, but most importantly- I am looking forward to my bicyclette!



Welll.... It will most likely NOT look like the one shown above, but that would be pretty damn awesome to have a bike that runs- and doesn't bike. Get it?

Anyways, I was watching the latest episode of Baby Borrowers. For those of you who don't know, Baby Borrowers is an NBC episode which is on (coincidentally) the same time as SYTYCD, so I'm frustrated when I have to switch back and forth between the two, but thats when I realize that Rej has TiVo! Woohoo. Well anyways, Baby Borrowers consists of 5 or so teenage couples trying their hand at raising children, all ranging from the infantry to preteens to teenagers. It is absolutely educational and most applicable! I mean, here you have a bunch of kids raising kids- both crying and complaining at the same time, intertwined with dogs, reptiles, and poop. This is an overeager advertisement, so bear with me and just waaattttccchhh.



And thats the end of this rant! But for now, check out this karate kick.

News!

Being an unemployed, broke, and fabulous college student, I decided to fill my summer nights with dance.

Sissy and I have been working on a piece choreographed to Chris Brown and Keri Hilson's new single, Superhuman. At first glance, it appears to be lesbian orientated, but take a deeper look and you find that it is the internal struggle and apprehension of love! Pull, tug, push, take.

Hahahaha, well lately my blogs have been an over-eager desperado's interpretations of amore. Whats gotten into me?!?!

Just expect to see some dance video up soon, in the luxury of our own living rooms.

Dizzer!

Shot and miss.

I've made up my mind,
Don't need to think it over,
If I'm wrong I am right,
Don't need to look no further,
This ain't lust,
I know this is love but,

If I tell the world,
I'll never say enough,
Cause it was not said to you,
And thats exactly what I need to do,
If I'm in love with you,

Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If I knew my place should I leave it there?
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere

I'd build myself up,
And fly around in circles,
Wait then as my heart drops,
And my back begins to tingle
Finally could this be it...


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This song is beautiful, and I just absolutely had to blog two consecutive days just to show it off. 'Chasing Pavements' depicts the triumph of love in the most confusing and frustrating of situations, and we often find ourselves asking the same question, "Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements, even if it leads no where?"

Gets you to thinking, is a fight really worth the fight even if you lose? Sure, your answer may be crisp and sure now, but this question becomes more and more blurred as you plummet into love's entrapment. So, is love's battle really worth the tears, the heart ache, and the tarnish for a dismantled (and often times, hard to find) guarantee of happiness?

Not to mention, Adele's voice is such a bright light against the midst of some depressing Brit soul singers (ie; Amy Winehouse). Also, the music video is deliciously bittersweet, beautiful in it's illustration of love's willpower and destruction. And I absolutely adore the pieces of choreographed pavement shadows!

Thought I'd enlighten you with that, this song has quickly made its way to the top of my 'most played' playlist.

Enjoy,
Euphoric and smitten

Freshman Orientation!

Exciting. My sister, Elaine, mi madre, and I headed down to SB at 3 AM on Thursday. We sifted our way through a winding 101, ash clouds just south of Watsonville, and a groggy Pismo beach breakfast to finally get to a cool, calm, beautiful UCSB campus.

The girls couldnt wait to drop me off, and there I was, left all alone on this huge campus at 8:00 AM. I walked and walked and walked and walked until I found the meeting hall. Then all the Poli-Sci majors got together. Met some new friends, mainly all from SoCal, all of whom were surprisingly shocked at my overuse of "hella". Hahaha, it was sooo hilarious- they've never heard it in their lifetimes, and they just listened and observed like I was some kind of foreign animal. Well I probably was super foreign, if not the fact that i was one of the handful of asians, and also because I said hella words like hella.

That night, we went to venture into the small neighboring town of Isla Vista. This totally unassuming hitch of a town was quaint and comfy, and I look forward to spending many a coffee break here in a couple months. Elsa and I were on the verge of getting new tattoos! ALMOST, almost.

Well orientation was wonderful, and in my spare time i took a 5 minute walk down to the beach to relax. My only complaint would have to be sharing a dorm and a bathroom. Although there are only four people to a bathroom, it just felt as grimy and uneasy as a port-a-potty. My roommate went to sleep at 9, and woke up at 4. BUT I cant start complaining now, I have a whole year ahead of me.

The closet is teeny weeny compared to my huck of stuff I can't leave in San Jose. I'm getting a load of complaints from my parents to pack in seasons, and to filter out my clothes everytime I return home. But I cant possibly do that, considering that SB weather fluctuates from the nippiest of winters to the stickiest of summers. And that is my excuse :)

I'm excited, scared, nervous, and happy all at the same time. We'll see what happens in September. Two months till move in date!


- D. Nizzle

Time to blog!

I just got back from Fresno last night, so scuse me for my steady recovery.

Anyways! GOOD FOR YOU, damn. Just what you wanted- easy, accessible, and sleezy (with some ugly on the side). So glad you made futile attempts to appear 'cute' and 'cuddly' once I was in the vicinity. Failed at that, considering that I just thought you were attempting to get laid by the house slut.

On to better news, Fresno! Haha, well. July fourth was amazing, my beau and I headed to Jer's casa to frolick with the Lee's, mingle with some four year olds, and dont forget, sizzle in the heat of the unrelenting sun.

After my recovery, I will be heading down to Santa Barbara on Wednesday with the girls (including my madre this time) for orientation. OMG, I'm so damn psyched. Except for the little factor that a forest fire has engulfed all the fresh air, and nearly Goleta (exactly where we were planning to stay). But no worries, I will find a way and a hotel (right after this blog).

Next year... is going to be soooooo hard and sooooo scary with out you. You have engraved your ethics, nature, and goodness into my heart for the past 3 years, and what am I to do without you? Well, thats for another blog.

Summer is a drag. Someone come save me.
Toodles,
dIzZer nIzZLe
(remember when we used to type LikE tHaT?)

Vector Company scams

Oh wow. Another scam company that wishes to hire me! What a privilege.

I know many of you fellow high school grads have received a letter in the mail from Vector Company, requesting an interview with a base pay of 17.70 an hour.

Well, I called this company, and they scheduled an interview for me, without answering any questions of what I was being interviewed for. After the receptionist hung up, I was confuzzled, and so, being me, I decided to do a little research of Vector. Turns out, they sell Cutco knives. WOW. They claim not to do cold phonecalls or door to door sales, but Vector has deceived many a naive student. They rely on student's family members to purchase amounts and amounts of knives. Basically I found a bunch of Vector bullshit, from non refundable gas to a 200 dollar down payment.

After researching, I decided I shouldnt jump to conclusions because ultimately, that was morally wrong. So I called the receptionist back, and asked her a few questions about the company, addressing concerns I researched. She kept saying, "I dont know how to answer that" and things of the like. So I asked to speak with her manager, and what a coincidence, she wasn't in the office even though she was usually in the office ALL THE TIME. Okay, I said, lets try calling another day- oh wait no, the receptionist claimed she wouldnt be in that day either. mhm. The orange flag was now crimson.

I then told her I wanted to cancel my interview appointment, and she asked me why, and reassured me "her feelings wouldnt be hurt".

"Honestly, I dont care for your feelings so I dont care if they're hurt. You know nothing of your company, and your boss relied on you to tend to the phone lines all day long. You dont even know who your boss is, and quite frankly have been no help for me, and so why would I want to work in a company associated with uneducated individuals as yourself?"

To what she responded, "You know what, I have a job alright? And maybe I do know the answers, and I just don't want to tell you. What about that, huh?"

And then I said, "Okay big whoop for you, you have a job answering phone calls, cooped up in an illegitimate office, handling rowdy high school dropouts. Have fun at work."

OMG, so freekin pissed right now. This whole situation is a Usana deja vu. All you grads, don't join these shit companies, and if you do, I will give you shit for it forever, just like I did Rej.

It's over.

Well guys, seniors, grads- you can all take a breath now. 13 years (counting K) of homework, projects, tears, sweat, and intellect has gotten us this far. Which makes me curious, where will we be in another 13 years? And another?

Today started off with me, wide awake, at 6:18 AM. Jumped in the shower, and took off to a refreshing morning. Got to school only to find myself in the midst of a senior prank- just about 20 pounds of shit (feces) was sprawled out over the underhang, putty was placed into the keyholes of numerous classrooms (including leadership), and there were murmers about cars getting egged and powdered. Funny? No, not to me. Come on 08ers, I thought we would have left a sophisticated, classy impression in our prank. It was childish, barbaric, and just plain old disgusting- what a way to be remembered by your inferiors.

Walked into the leadership class, with about a handful of other seniors. This entire week I've been anticipating this morning, and so I was damn antsy to show it. Except SOME seniors gotta show up tardy on the last day of school, so my slideshow lagged. Haha. Well after I showcased the seniors of the leadership class, we all had students come up and pay their respects to the graduates. In all honesty, I never expected anyone to shed any tears, but Leadership was a mess in 'thank yous' and the sappiest of farewells. It was beautiful, heart warming, and genuine. Seniors of the leadership class, what leaders you have become, and I wish you all the best with your careers and futures.



And onward with the day! Each class had its own goodbye, its own memory, and its own imprint. But most importantly, each person had their own significance.

To: ASB
Jeffrey, Kanika, and Stephanie- you three have made the most impact on my high school history. It's only been two years, but we've grown on each other- attached to limbs, intertwined in emotions, and engraved into our hearts. You guys are absolutely ridiculous. RIDICULOUS. And if anyone would have ever told me I'd be best friends with you three, I'd tell them they were crazy because how could I ever become friends with three psycho loooooosers?! Well. Was I wrong. We've endured enough shit, fighting, and name calling- so let's just get over it, yeah? Hahahaha, I love you guys.







So for everyone else, let's drop the bullshit. I love you all, and I love all the memories. Lets put our differences aside for the sake of our futures. Yeah, we hate, we nag, we talk- but what does that matter if we can no longer remember the good and only dwell on the ugly? Exactly, IT DOESNT! And like I've said tons of times before, we don't need to be best friends, we just need to be civil.


Quenched and thirsty,
Daisy Belle Nguyen


PS- I miss you, I really do.

10 posts in 1 !

Lucky you, having to sit through all this and read read read. Haha its been almost two whole weeks since I've last blogged, and those two weeks have been hectic hectic hectic!

First off, PROM! wohoooo. Limo, $140. Hair, $80. Dress, $450. Prom, priceless. Right? haha well I'm not sure. I'm basically bankrupt from prom expenses, dropping a bill here, another one there- it all adds up, shit. Entertain yourself!







Senior Ditch Day! So prom weekend was basically a four day vacation from school. Players Club, some of JL, and others went to Sunset Beach for a pinic BBQ. All you can eat hot dogs, and oysters galore! Haha it was super fun and a good way to spend our last ditch before schools over.







And guess what else? This past Friday, Stephy and I went to get our navels pierced. OUCH, mothafucka. Lucky Stephanie, got pierced STRAIGHT and that was all. I had to get pierced twice, and for everyone who says it doesn't hurt, your lying. But its alllll good, I'm happy with it.


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Senior year, high school, and everything else about childhood is ending in about a week. It's crazy to see how quickly everything has gone, I seriously remember freshman year like it was yesterday. I'm excited to see where everyone will be in a year, no matter where in life your at. I'm hoping to drop all this bullshit, because like I've said, it's not gonna matter in a couple of months. Despite our differences, animosity, and experiences, I'm gonna miss everyone, and I really do hope to mend those damages before senior year is over.

Differences aside, I genuinely want to be who we were when there wasn't loads of drama. We don't need to be best friends, nor have a superficial acceptance of each other, I'd rather we just agree to disagree and move on in our lives.

Being swollen and unhealed for so long is unhealthy.

`Nuff said,
Dizza

Starting to look like a monkey.

Yuck, I'm getting darker. And lets all blame it for being at Steph's for two days in a row! Yesterday Kanika and I went shade tanning in Steph's frontyard. For those of you who don't know what that is, shade tanning is when your intentions are to remain within the safety of tree shades, but unwanted UV rays ultimately tan you anyways. Booohoo. Then Kanika, Steph, Scottie and I went to munch on some sushi- rude ass waitresses and delicious spicy tuna rolls!

Today a bunch of us met up at Steve and Barry's Grand Opening. Much to my disappointment, it was a breeding ground for faux fashion (Amanda Bynes' Dear line is a horrific attempt at couture). I had high hopes for the Bitten line by SJP, and I still do- my verdict won't come until S&B have completely opened, models and all. The ground was dirty, the dressing rooms were stinky, t-shirts were .. well.. i'll just give you an example of one- "I'm a virgin, but this shirt is old." WTF? But Reggie had a grand old time, we ended up walking out with four boxes of basketball shoes, a wide variety of basketball shorts, and some sports under armor. Joy.

Today, we had some slip and slide fun at Stephanie's, and I got darker (yuck). Pictures for your entertainment;






SO everyone, guesss freekin what? I went in. I took the plunge. I indulged! Months of being scared shitless really paid off. 'Dorabelle' is now permanently on my ankle. Sistas fo life, nikka. Pitchas:





-DIZZA!

NOSY PANTS!

People I love, for all you nosy pants.








Stay out of the biz,
Dizzer