WOW! Whatta long fucken tiring ass day.
Daddy woke me up at 9 ish and made me go have breakfast with him, cause he's leaving to San Luis Obispo for his 200 mile bike race. Wowww, he's gonna really miss me :) We had an excellent breakfast, and he also educated me on my lame guitar playing skills. After, we had to go search for Cubby because he ran away for the tenth time.
Me and Elaine headed off to Starbucks for my Iced Green Tea Latte, and had a quick little chit chat about relationships! omgoodness. Enlightening! Speaking of Starbucks, it reminds me of my date with Benny Boo yesterday. I missed him sooo much and hanging out was just absolutely amazing. I dont care, it doesnt matter what kind of sad depressing day I have, Benny will always make me smile. I'm glad we've grown seperately and can still come back and be there for each other without any reprocussions. And dont worry boo, we will ultimately have each other in the end because we all know me and you are gonna end up single. Benny's my first love.
Went to SF with the boys last night! Exciting.
After some starbucks, I went to go pick up Steven and we headed for Oakridge, where I was educated upon the flaws and fallacies of Apple accessories. Joy.
Went back to Elaine's casa where Scottie picked us up for Eastridge! Haha, saw Danny at Mac, and sat for a good thirty minutes watching lame ass boppers go up and down the mall strip. This is somewhat of our conversation;
"Its funny watching people who think they can dress"
"Yeah like those girls in front of us."
or
"HI!! How are you?!"
"Ew I hate that girl."
mmmmhm. Fun fun fun. Tonight.. party? I dont know, I should stay away from the alcohol and booz, considering I dont do very well. Tomorrow- Stephy's party!
Excited for Santa Barbara!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Officially Spring Break.
Wow. Battle is over. Seniors have taken victory, and it feels so damn good. Hours of practice topped with a jumble of decorations have finally paid off, and its so relieving. Our last Battle of the Classes ever, sheesh, its depressing. As for me, my senior year is over (despite the ever looming fear of AP exams)- UC Santa Barbara has got me set for life, and I'm not too damn worried about prom.
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Speaking of prom, is it overrated? Most definitely. In it's finest essence- the limo rides, hotel getaways, and (dare I say it) SEX!- prom is a superficial cluster of hope mixed in the decay of childhood. So... would it be weird if I went to prom ALONE? Now I can only imagine a flush of "WTF daisy?!", "Are you fucking serious?", "What is this bitch on?", but hear me out. Prom is the clincher to high school, a night to have fun and surround yourself with those who've you've grown and loved for the past 4, 5, 10 years. It is most definitely NOT a formal Sadies Hawkins dance, puhhleeease. Sure if I dont take a date, it'll be all awkward (for others, not me of course), but I'd rather look back on Prom knowing that I went for myself and not for the practicality of just having a date.
But who knows, maybe, maybe I'll find someone willing to go with. Mind you, it will NOT be a love interest, it will undeniably be a friend who I have complete and utter trust in, someone who's .. ehhh I dont know. And most importantly, it'll be someone who I can have fun with and look back and whole heartedly say, "I had the best prom date EVER". Period.
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Back to a relevant topic, Spring Break! Wooohooo, party- take your shirt off. Exciting. Funny how we all think spring break is a cool shabang where all your friends go to Cancun and get drunk off their asses while being filmed in a wet t-shirt contest. At least that's what Laguna Beach implies.
Spring Break this year, for me, has been a tremendous revelation and growing process. Ooohh emo shit. No. In all seriousness, I have had the most fun that I haven't had in a while, and all along, I've been able to get the jist of who I am as a person and what I want. To evolve and stay whole is ultimately the greatest obstacle for me right now, and I'm plenty thankful for the people whom I've surrounded myself with this past week.
Enough with the emo crap.
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Friday: BATTLE! and then i was Knocked out of my mind.
Saturday: No work for once. Headed to Fresno with Steve, and allll the way back again.
Sunday: Watched "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days", haha the ultimate chick flick.
Monday: Lunch with Reggie! Watched "Edward Scissor Hands", a damn good Depp film.
Tuesday: Watched "Shutter" which was lame considering the Thai version was soooo damn scary. Then we walked up to the most beautiful sites in San Jose and got kicked out multiple times.
Wednesday: Delicious Japanese lunch in San Mateo with Jeffe, Steph, Steve, and Raj.
Thursday: Hurdler's breakfast with Hector, Leland, Cherrie, and Larry- I miss these fools forreals. Proffesional picture taking as well as make-up making, woohoo! Taking the boys to the Justice concert in the city. Sober and happy! :)
Friday: Shopping with Scottie Dottie. Back to the dance studio, wow.
Saturday: Stephanie's 18th! happy birthday fertile mother of my child.
Sunday: Relax? Is there such a thing?
Monday: No school, back to work. Welcome to Hell.
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mmhm. Long ass blog motherfuckers. Just a lot has been happening. I'm happy with my life, where I am, who I am, who I'm with, and where I will be. I'm on a natural high, invigorating as it may sound. This blog was completely nonchalant and not a very thorough life-analysis, with a misuse of epithets. BUT I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK! Go ahead and rant and rave in the comment section.
Please expect a fucken mean ass, putting someone on blast blog soon to come.
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Speaking of prom, is it overrated? Most definitely. In it's finest essence- the limo rides, hotel getaways, and (dare I say it) SEX!- prom is a superficial cluster of hope mixed in the decay of childhood. So... would it be weird if I went to prom ALONE? Now I can only imagine a flush of "WTF daisy?!", "Are you fucking serious?", "What is this bitch on?", but hear me out. Prom is the clincher to high school, a night to have fun and surround yourself with those who've you've grown and loved for the past 4, 5, 10 years. It is most definitely NOT a formal Sadies Hawkins dance, puhhleeease. Sure if I dont take a date, it'll be all awkward (for others, not me of course), but I'd rather look back on Prom knowing that I went for myself and not for the practicality of just having a date.
But who knows, maybe, maybe I'll find someone willing to go with. Mind you, it will NOT be a love interest, it will undeniably be a friend who I have complete and utter trust in, someone who's .. ehhh I dont know. And most importantly, it'll be someone who I can have fun with and look back and whole heartedly say, "I had the best prom date EVER". Period.
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Back to a relevant topic, Spring Break! Wooohooo, party- take your shirt off. Exciting. Funny how we all think spring break is a cool shabang where all your friends go to Cancun and get drunk off their asses while being filmed in a wet t-shirt contest. At least that's what Laguna Beach implies.
Spring Break this year, for me, has been a tremendous revelation and growing process. Ooohh emo shit. No. In all seriousness, I have had the most fun that I haven't had in a while, and all along, I've been able to get the jist of who I am as a person and what I want. To evolve and stay whole is ultimately the greatest obstacle for me right now, and I'm plenty thankful for the people whom I've surrounded myself with this past week.
Enough with the emo crap.
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Friday: BATTLE! and then i was Knocked out of my mind.
Saturday: No work for once. Headed to Fresno with Steve, and allll the way back again.
Sunday: Watched "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days", haha the ultimate chick flick.
Monday: Lunch with Reggie! Watched "Edward Scissor Hands", a damn good Depp film.
Tuesday: Watched "Shutter" which was lame considering the Thai version was soooo damn scary. Then we walked up to the most beautiful sites in San Jose and got kicked out multiple times.
Wednesday: Delicious Japanese lunch in San Mateo with Jeffe, Steph, Steve, and Raj.
Thursday: Hurdler's breakfast with Hector, Leland, Cherrie, and Larry- I miss these fools forreals. Proffesional picture taking as well as make-up making, woohoo! Taking the boys to the Justice concert in the city. Sober and happy! :)
Friday: Shopping with Scottie Dottie. Back to the dance studio, wow.
Saturday: Stephanie's 18th! happy birthday fertile mother of my child.
Sunday: Relax? Is there such a thing?
Monday: No school, back to work. Welcome to Hell.
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mmhm. Long ass blog motherfuckers. Just a lot has been happening. I'm happy with my life, where I am, who I am, who I'm with, and where I will be. I'm on a natural high, invigorating as it may sound. This blog was completely nonchalant and not a very thorough life-analysis, with a misuse of epithets. BUT I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK! Go ahead and rant and rave in the comment section.
Please expect a fucken mean ass, putting someone on blast blog soon to come.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
SUPER COOL
Tribulations and revelations! This week has been a turmulous roller coaster; seniors on our way to Battle, me moving on, the anticipation of long-awaited UC admissions, the list goes on and on. It's incredible how fast we've moved through these past four years, and how desperately we are still trying to hang on and let go at the same time. Yeah I know, its not over- we still have graduation tears, prom hangovers, and the last week to break free- but its depressing to think about.
As for academics itself, I have almost (not quite) given up on my grades. AHHH its a bad sign but I feel less motivated to do so after getting my admissions.
And anywhooo, back to my life. Yesterday, I took Raj and Jeff with me to Steve's ROBOTICS. hahaha, which is pretty damn cool. After we left, I felt inspired to make myself a robot- to turn on and off the light switch whilst I'm in bed.
Last night I went to go watch Kyle's play, "Hello Dolly!", which was amazing as far as any high school musical goes. Kyle was incredible. The musical was superfulous, but St. Lawrence has some pretty amazing singers, even though Jeff, Josh, Raj, and Steve didnt think so.
We all hung out at Raj's after- which basically means the boys played stupid BRAWL.
THE END. Coming to a close, this blog and my senior year. boohooo.
As for academics itself, I have almost (not quite) given up on my grades. AHHH its a bad sign but I feel less motivated to do so after getting my admissions.
And anywhooo, back to my life. Yesterday, I took Raj and Jeff with me to Steve's ROBOTICS. hahaha, which is pretty damn cool. After we left, I felt inspired to make myself a robot- to turn on and off the light switch whilst I'm in bed.
Last night I went to go watch Kyle's play, "Hello Dolly!", which was amazing as far as any high school musical goes. Kyle was incredible. The musical was superfulous, but St. Lawrence has some pretty amazing singers, even though Jeff, Josh, Raj, and Steve didnt think so.
We all hung out at Raj's after- which basically means the boys played stupid BRAWL.
THE END. Coming to a close, this blog and my senior year. boohooo.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Putting your ass on blast.
Dont act like you know him more than I do.
Dont think you and your boyfriend are the cutest things.
Dont give him animal names.
Dont exploit every little thing your dumb boyfriend says or does, like anyone cares.
Dont put shit that correlates a parallel between my relationship and you and your boyfriend.
Dont claim your gonna be together forever, when we all know you guys have broken up ten times.
Dont bring him if he's not gonna say HI or fucken HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
My personal favorite, DONT cop a picture and say its you and fucken him kissing. THATS SO FUCKEN LAME, you dumb broad.
Dont try to talk shit about me and think I'm not gonna find out.
Dont try to talk like your smart and scientific- cause your words dont even make any fucken sense, you just sound like a damn fool.
Dont choose sides when you dont know the story.
Dont fucken HATE on someone, and then go kiss their fucken ass and post all their pics on myspace and claim you still dont like her.
Dont use me or my family so you can go fuck.
And last but not fucking least, DONT fucking wear pink to a fucking BLACK AND WHITE DINNER, claim you didnt even wanna be there, and try to stalk me back to the Hookah Lounge.
Conclusion:
I dont fucking care who reads this shit, because everyone knows how I feel and who this blog is written to. AND IF YOU HAVE A FUCKEN PROBLEM, comment this fucken blog or talk to me directly instead of snooping around, you low life. I dont fucken care if I've known you forever, YOUR A FUCKEN RUDE ASS BITCH and you deserved to be put on blast. You are so damn lucky that I dont incriminate your name.
I'm a legit loser.
You better believe it folks. I am 18. Oh, no whoop? Yeah I guess its not that big of a deal. Its a small pitiful validation for youngsters who just wish they were really the big 2-1, but thats okay- I'll take anything I can get.
On the night of my birthday, as I was drifting off to sleep (hence the "Dreams" part of the category), I found that it was terribly difficult to do so with rumba encalsa blasting from downstairs. So here I am, birthday girl ready to close for the evening with the spasmodic (you like that huh, Hermatzers) encantment of salsa, and I say to my dad, "Can you PLEASE turn that shit down?" (Well, not exactly that diction but its kinda cool to pretend I could talk to mi padre like that without getting my car taken away)
And of course, he wasnt able to hear me over the music and salsa-ing.
To help, just cuz it was me burday, my sister says;
"Dad, Daisy says for you to turn that music down!"
"Does she pay rent?"
"Oh, I guess not. NEEVVERMIND!"
Wow. Dad, what ever happened to "Of course, for MY baby" or the "Oh, Daisy's trying to sleep, lets dance with a little less ooomph". Harsh. So lemme tell ya kids, being 18 aint all what it used to be. Yeah sure you get to buy cigarettes and get into hookah lounges, but you've been doing that since you were 14. Puhleese. 18 is the welcoming into consequences, like rent for example; I have been blessed my entire life and yet I still choose to type blogs over homework, so therefore my consequence will now be paying rent (okay, not a terrific example considering teh two are polar). Well I dont really know where i was going with this consequences thing, but I've been eighteen for a while now (a whole week!), and no pony has galloped to my door nor have I found my genie. Therefore, I conclude that being 18 is dumb, and they trick you into thinking your one of the elitest but it just means you work jury duty and pay taxes liek the rest of the grown-ups.
Tell me why this blog was sooo long. Tell me. Tell me. "Tell me why, aint nothing my a heartttacchee", couldnt help myself. Okay, done ranting, if the few of you who've gotten down to this point would liek to comment on what wastes all my blogs are (execpt for Obama 2008, which I whole heartedly support until my death), feel free to. No, I wont delete them. I'll just sit here and accept that mean comments are all apart of turning 18.
Bitches.
On the night of my birthday, as I was drifting off to sleep (hence the "Dreams" part of the category), I found that it was terribly difficult to do so with rumba encalsa blasting from downstairs. So here I am, birthday girl ready to close for the evening with the spasmodic (you like that huh, Hermatzers) encantment of salsa, and I say to my dad, "Can you PLEASE turn that shit down?" (Well, not exactly that diction but its kinda cool to pretend I could talk to mi padre like that without getting my car taken away)
And of course, he wasnt able to hear me over the music and salsa-ing.
To help, just cuz it was me burday, my sister says;
"Dad, Daisy says for you to turn that music down!"
"Does she pay rent?"
"Oh, I guess not. NEEVVERMIND!"
Wow. Dad, what ever happened to "Of course, for MY baby" or the "Oh, Daisy's trying to sleep, lets dance with a little less ooomph". Harsh. So lemme tell ya kids, being 18 aint all what it used to be. Yeah sure you get to buy cigarettes and get into hookah lounges, but you've been doing that since you were 14. Puhleese. 18 is the welcoming into consequences, like rent for example; I have been blessed my entire life and yet I still choose to type blogs over homework, so therefore my consequence will now be paying rent (okay, not a terrific example considering teh two are polar). Well I dont really know where i was going with this consequences thing, but I've been eighteen for a while now (a whole week!), and no pony has galloped to my door nor have I found my genie. Therefore, I conclude that being 18 is dumb, and they trick you into thinking your one of the elitest but it just means you work jury duty and pay taxes liek the rest of the grown-ups.
Tell me why this blog was sooo long. Tell me. Tell me. "Tell me why, aint nothing my a heartttacchee", couldnt help myself. Okay, done ranting, if the few of you who've gotten down to this point would liek to comment on what wastes all my blogs are (execpt for Obama 2008, which I whole heartedly support until my death), feel free to. No, I wont delete them. I'll just sit here and accept that mean comments are all apart of turning 18.
Bitches.
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