Friday, August 29, 2008
avoiding the paper. heh
Yeah, I'm avoiding my 3-page paper at all costs right now...by which means that I made a vlog and I answered a new RANDOM QUESTION in my profile. Yep. I love answering those stupid things. So, just pretty much enjoy whatever I put up here if you want. There's another vlog thing on my audio page, which I really should've posted here, but oh well.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
exactly five years ago
I've been really in a reminiscing mood since tomorrow is the birthday of someone I held very close to my heart. I honestly thought we'd be the best of friends for ever. Yeah, one of those people, well, I mean, he'll always have that special place with me because he was just that important to me and I miss having him in my life...I really do. It's awful not being able to talk to him like I used to and whatnot. I thought he was the only person to ever get me, but I guess I have to let go at some point about that stuff, right? It's hard though since I'm the kind of person that remembers basically every. Anyway, there was a reason I was writing this. Hahaha. Yes, I always have reasons...main one...I'm bored. Second reason...I just feel like doing this. Yeah, that's about it really.
Alright, so exactly four years ago, it was Julian's 16th birthday and I remember this particular birthday because it was the first time I ever drank in my life. Yes, I was a late bloomer in a sense since half the people I've ever met in my life had their first drink at like 12. Why brag about that? I mean, really? Well, I remember practically living at Julian's house at the time since I would bum rides to get there and just talk to his mother, father, brother, or him. See? I was pretty close to them and I miss those times. Well, we had this little party for him and his parents let us all drink since we weren't planning on driving anywhere. I was fifteen...I know...shame on me. haha.
Well, the one thing that really stuck out on this day was this event...watching the movie Aladdin. It's my favorite Disney movie, by the by. So, Carlos, Julian's brother, decided to put that movie in when we were chilling in his room...all buzzed and whatnot. Well, I'm laying on Julian's lap and I think Mandi's back. Ha. Yeah, something like that. On the part where Aladdin is stuck in the Cave of Wonders, I was really get to the point of being near drunk and as Genie went, "And I can't bring people back from the dead...It's not a pretty picture! I don't like doing that!" He's all green and like melting or something at that point, right? Well, I'm watching this scene and all of the sudden Genie's eyes are like changing from red to green...spasm status. I freaked out!
I screamed and fell off the bed, laying on the floor and part of Mikey's leg. Everyone stared at me and started laughing hysterically. I laughed with them and then Julian fell on me. Mandi came after that and then Shelley and Carlos. Oh God...I couldn't breathe, but that was the last time I ever saw all of us in the same room together...laughing, smiling and just being so close. I miss that so much. Granted, they were dying of laughter over my stupidity, but I'd love to relive that just once more time since all those friendships began to waver a bit. =/
I'm a sap...so sue me. But, you have to admit that me falling off the bed in such an ungraceful manner was entertaining to envision, right? Yeah, I thought so. And...HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIAN! And...CONGRATULATIONS SHELLEY ON GETTING ENGAGED!!!
Yeah, I'm really excited for both of them and I'm just glad that their lives are going well from what I've gathered. It's sad when friendships begin to dwindle, but that is life, right? I just want to keep those I love as close as I can, but sometimes letting go is the way to do it.
Alright, so exactly four years ago, it was Julian's 16th birthday and I remember this particular birthday because it was the first time I ever drank in my life. Yes, I was a late bloomer in a sense since half the people I've ever met in my life had their first drink at like 12. Why brag about that? I mean, really? Well, I remember practically living at Julian's house at the time since I would bum rides to get there and just talk to his mother, father, brother, or him. See? I was pretty close to them and I miss those times. Well, we had this little party for him and his parents let us all drink since we weren't planning on driving anywhere. I was fifteen...I know...shame on me. haha.
Well, the one thing that really stuck out on this day was this event...watching the movie Aladdin. It's my favorite Disney movie, by the by. So, Carlos, Julian's brother, decided to put that movie in when we were chilling in his room...all buzzed and whatnot. Well, I'm laying on Julian's lap and I think Mandi's back. Ha. Yeah, something like that. On the part where Aladdin is stuck in the Cave of Wonders, I was really get to the point of being near drunk and as Genie went, "And I can't bring people back from the dead...It's not a pretty picture! I don't like doing that!" He's all green and like melting or something at that point, right? Well, I'm watching this scene and all of the sudden Genie's eyes are like changing from red to green...spasm status. I freaked out!
I screamed and fell off the bed, laying on the floor and part of Mikey's leg. Everyone stared at me and started laughing hysterically. I laughed with them and then Julian fell on me. Mandi came after that and then Shelley and Carlos. Oh God...I couldn't breathe, but that was the last time I ever saw all of us in the same room together...laughing, smiling and just being so close. I miss that so much. Granted, they were dying of laughter over my stupidity, but I'd love to relive that just once more time since all those friendships began to waver a bit. =/
I'm a sap...so sue me. But, you have to admit that me falling off the bed in such an ungraceful manner was entertaining to envision, right? Yeah, I thought so. And...HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIAN! And...CONGRATULATIONS SHELLEY ON GETTING ENGAGED!!!
Yeah, I'm really excited for both of them and I'm just glad that their lives are going well from what I've gathered. It's sad when friendships begin to dwindle, but that is life, right? I just want to keep those I love as close as I can, but sometimes letting go is the way to do it.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
sleeplessness & drunkards of the hobo kind
So, I know...two in one day...is she absolutely mad?! Well, I'm not. I'm quite happy really. It's technically tomorrow on the East Coast anyhow, so I'm not really on the same day if you go by that logic. Hehe. Anyway...onto the story!
So, the reason I'm not sleeping is because I took a nap earlier. I was going to visit my baby niece, but my mum wanted to come with me, so I decided to wait for her. Well, she came home late and I conked out. Lame. Well, that means I'm wide awake and ready to share a tale of greatness because I love what happened last week in San Diego.
After my appointment, my sister, best friend and I decided to go somewhere random since my best friend, Natalie, and I felt utterly unaccomplished with our summer this year. We did a few things, but nothing to be so proud of and brag about. I mean, the last thing we bragged about was getting on Price is Right and yes, we were on the stage. WOOT! Anyway, we decided to go to San Diego because there's a school out there that both of us were dying to attend and my sister, Cherelle, agreed to come with us. So, we met up at a Starbucks and then drove out to San Diego! Excited yet? Oh, well, you should be!
Once there, we had no fucking idea where anything was. None of us realized that we didn't know the coordinates of the school or anything for that matter. We just knew there were some cool things in San Diego, so we drove aimlessly...texting people and hoping to goodness they knew where something was...they failed us. Oh, and Cherelle didn't have her boyfriend's GPS thing, so there went trying to use that. Honestly, since she bought that fucking thing for him, we have not used it when we really needed it. We just fucked around with it. For example, I used it to find the exact coordinates of my bed. And yes, I still have those coordinates. Ha.
Alright, we're in San Diego and we go shopping at the market place thing [I forgot the name of it] and they HAD to buy nail polish that changed colors in the sun! It was pretty cool, I must admit, but not worth the 9 dollars one had to shed for it. Though they bought it, I was the one that used it, even though my nails were already black. Ha. They were chipped and whatnot, so it was fine. Well, I didn't know that my sister's sparkly one would change to this deep crimson shade and so after painting my nails, we left to look for a fucking cookie and a lavatory. As we scanned the area where the lavatories had doors [yes, we found women's restrooms that just had open stalls. Disgusting!] Well, I'm walking around in the sun and I look down at my hands...I screamed.
I was like, "Holy fucking cricket! My fingers are bleeding! Oh my God!" Needless to say, people were staring at me with great interest and I was freaking out, but there was no blood. It was the fucking nail polish, but then for some reason, I honestly don't know why, but I yelled out, "Oh God! I have rabies!" and that definitely got me some attention right there, so we left...running to the car. After that excitement, my sister was dying to bring us to this restaurant called, "Extraordinary Desserts" and well, it was just that. Parking was a bitch though and we had to go meter style, but we were fine with the walking; we were just starving.
Well, I stuck in a dollar fifty's worth of quarters into the machine and we headed over to the eatery. The desserts were so gorgeous that you didn't want to eat them...seriously. I was just gaping at them. My sister had been there a few times and she said that Natalie and I really needed to look at the treats so we could pick one because we weren't leaving until we each had a dessert. Well, Natalie wound up dragging me over there because I was breaking in new chucks and my feet were hurting after walking around for a good 5 hours all day, but she got me up and we looked at the desserts. There were three that she wanted and three that I wanted, so you can only guess how we solved this predicament...
YES! WE ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORED IT! Hahaha. People were staring at us as we jumped up and down as we recited the words and after we got our choices...we changed them. It took a good 15.6 minutes for us to choose and right as we sat down, we ordered our dinners and then my sister was like, "Guys! We need to put more money into the meter!" I was like "Fuck...do we have to?" and she said, "Yes, we fucking have to! If my car gets towed, it's your fault!" So, Natalie hates seeing me and my sister argue and volunteers to go, but of course, that meant me going with her and I bitched and moaned all the way out the very large door. The door could fit a truck in it...it was that vast.
As we walked out and waited for the cross walk to light, I saw a man sitting on the sidewalk...and he had the best thing ever in his hands...a bottle of alcohol in a paper bag! I seriously squealed in delight and ran over to him, but Natalie pulled me away. I was honestly excited and so, after we placed another dollar into the meter, we headed back and the man was still there. He was dirty and was missing some teeth, so I assumed he was homeless, but he was then enjoying a sandwich. I really wanted to just sit there with him and chat, but Natalie thought he was going to kill us and dragged me away. I was saddened by this and pouted the whole way back. The worse part was that when we went back outside after our dinner, the man was gone and a cop car drove away, so I'm not sure if he was arrested for loitering or for public drunkenness, but he was gone and I just wanted to ask him a simple question...
"What kind of alcohol do hobos drink out of bags?"
I'll never get to ask him that now though. =[
So, the reason I'm not sleeping is because I took a nap earlier. I was going to visit my baby niece, but my mum wanted to come with me, so I decided to wait for her. Well, she came home late and I conked out. Lame. Well, that means I'm wide awake and ready to share a tale of greatness because I love what happened last week in San Diego.
After my appointment, my sister, best friend and I decided to go somewhere random since my best friend, Natalie, and I felt utterly unaccomplished with our summer this year. We did a few things, but nothing to be so proud of and brag about. I mean, the last thing we bragged about was getting on Price is Right and yes, we were on the stage. WOOT! Anyway, we decided to go to San Diego because there's a school out there that both of us were dying to attend and my sister, Cherelle, agreed to come with us. So, we met up at a Starbucks and then drove out to San Diego! Excited yet? Oh, well, you should be!
Once there, we had no fucking idea where anything was. None of us realized that we didn't know the coordinates of the school or anything for that matter. We just knew there were some cool things in San Diego, so we drove aimlessly...texting people and hoping to goodness they knew where something was...they failed us. Oh, and Cherelle didn't have her boyfriend's GPS thing, so there went trying to use that. Honestly, since she bought that fucking thing for him, we have not used it when we really needed it. We just fucked around with it. For example, I used it to find the exact coordinates of my bed. And yes, I still have those coordinates. Ha.
Alright, we're in San Diego and we go shopping at the market place thing [I forgot the name of it] and they HAD to buy nail polish that changed colors in the sun! It was pretty cool, I must admit, but not worth the 9 dollars one had to shed for it. Though they bought it, I was the one that used it, even though my nails were already black. Ha. They were chipped and whatnot, so it was fine. Well, I didn't know that my sister's sparkly one would change to this deep crimson shade and so after painting my nails, we left to look for a fucking cookie and a lavatory. As we scanned the area where the lavatories had doors [yes, we found women's restrooms that just had open stalls. Disgusting!] Well, I'm walking around in the sun and I look down at my hands...I screamed.
I was like, "Holy fucking cricket! My fingers are bleeding! Oh my God!" Needless to say, people were staring at me with great interest and I was freaking out, but there was no blood. It was the fucking nail polish, but then for some reason, I honestly don't know why, but I yelled out, "Oh God! I have rabies!" and that definitely got me some attention right there, so we left...running to the car. After that excitement, my sister was dying to bring us to this restaurant called, "Extraordinary Desserts" and well, it was just that. Parking was a bitch though and we had to go meter style, but we were fine with the walking; we were just starving.
Well, I stuck in a dollar fifty's worth of quarters into the machine and we headed over to the eatery. The desserts were so gorgeous that you didn't want to eat them...seriously. I was just gaping at them. My sister had been there a few times and she said that Natalie and I really needed to look at the treats so we could pick one because we weren't leaving until we each had a dessert. Well, Natalie wound up dragging me over there because I was breaking in new chucks and my feet were hurting after walking around for a good 5 hours all day, but she got me up and we looked at the desserts. There were three that she wanted and three that I wanted, so you can only guess how we solved this predicament...
YES! WE ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORED IT! Hahaha. People were staring at us as we jumped up and down as we recited the words and after we got our choices...we changed them. It took a good 15.6 minutes for us to choose and right as we sat down, we ordered our dinners and then my sister was like, "Guys! We need to put more money into the meter!" I was like "Fuck...do we have to?" and she said, "Yes, we fucking have to! If my car gets towed, it's your fault!" So, Natalie hates seeing me and my sister argue and volunteers to go, but of course, that meant me going with her and I bitched and moaned all the way out the very large door. The door could fit a truck in it...it was that vast.
As we walked out and waited for the cross walk to light, I saw a man sitting on the sidewalk...and he had the best thing ever in his hands...a bottle of alcohol in a paper bag! I seriously squealed in delight and ran over to him, but Natalie pulled me away. I was honestly excited and so, after we placed another dollar into the meter, we headed back and the man was still there. He was dirty and was missing some teeth, so I assumed he was homeless, but he was then enjoying a sandwich. I really wanted to just sit there with him and chat, but Natalie thought he was going to kill us and dragged me away. I was saddened by this and pouted the whole way back. The worse part was that when we went back outside after our dinner, the man was gone and a cop car drove away, so I'm not sure if he was arrested for loitering or for public drunkenness, but he was gone and I just wanted to ask him a simple question...
"What kind of alcohol do hobos drink out of bags?"
I'll never get to ask him that now though. =[
greeting all & the karma filled motorcycle
So, this would be my first blog here on Blogger. Woot. I'm more for writing and talking rather than the camera being in my fucking face, so this works just fine. Ha. I would rather broadcast since that's less work on my fingers and whatnot and my mouth would be doing all the work, but I'm okay with this.
Anywho...hi. I'm Priscilla...the panda. Why did I pick "Panda?" Well, it's been my nickname since I was about eleven and so, it just stuck really.
Right this moment my puppy, Brooke, is sitting on my foot, using it like some kind of pillow and is sleeping. I'm losing feeling in it...which isn't nice at all. Oh, so as the title of this page entails, I'm going to be telling stories. I have a million and one of them...maybe even a google of them. Will I need to pay like some kind of royalty for using that? O.o Well, it was originally just an infinite number anyway, so yeah, I doubt I'd be sued and it's a free websearch utensil anyway.
So, my story. Well, today is my third day back at school, I'm at a junior college in California and well, I fucking hate traffic. Honestly, I doubt there's a person alive that enjoys sitting there in their fucking car and waiting for the light to go green and hope to God that the fucker in front of them will respond fast enough to get you in as well. Right? Right. I was in traffic this morning. My class began at 8 AM and I left my house [20 minutes from the school, mind you] at 7:20 AM. That's alot of leeway, yes? Well, it didn't help much. I was fucking late. God. That's one of my biggest pet peeves. I LOATHE being late. I just get so flustered and aggravated when I'm late, which isn't often at all.
Anyway, I get to class late and the reasons I hate being late for class are that 1) you won't get the seat you want. 2) you're interrupting the professor as they are speaking. 3) everyone and their fucking mum is staring at your late arse and you're just trying to get to the farthest seat to hide and die in a corner. It's awful being the person that everyone looks at. Why do people HAVE to stare at the opening door anyhow? I mean, really...it's not like you NEED to see who or what is entering the establishment, but people do it anyhow. I don't. No, I honestly don't. I look if someone walks past me or something, but when a door opens, unless it's RIGHT behind someone I am listening to, my eyes stay put. So, I had all of the fucking above happen. People stared at me all the way to the first seat I could find. At least I looked nice, or that would've been so much worse. Well, class was boring and I nearly conked out because I barely got any sleep at all that night, so yeah; I just wanted to get home and sleep, but I had other things to do.
Once class was finally over, I left , dodging looking at anyone in the eye, causing me to bump into at least 4.2 people on my way out. Yeah, that's obviously an estimate. So, I went out to the parking lot to get in my car and do my errands. Well, as I'm crossing the streets and such to get to said vehicle, this motorcyclist went ZOOOM! right by me. He had like no accord to stopping or slowing down at least. Honestly, he came out of fucking nowhere and I jumped out of the way, nearly falling over. Here's the kicker...I nearly fell on a parked motorcycle! Oh God...I would've gotten my arse capped if I had knocked it down. Ha. Goodness...
So, yeah, that was the most exciting bit of my day. Awesome, right? Near death experiences are something I totally live for. hahaha. Oh, and when I was heading to school, I nearly hit a guy on a bicycle, so I think that was karma. Fucking karma. I didn't hit the bastard! Then again, the bastard didn't hit me either. Fuck. It's not fair sometimes.
Anywho...hi. I'm Priscilla...the panda. Why did I pick "Panda?" Well, it's been my nickname since I was about eleven and so, it just stuck really.
Right this moment my puppy, Brooke, is sitting on my foot, using it like some kind of pillow and is sleeping. I'm losing feeling in it...which isn't nice at all. Oh, so as the title of this page entails, I'm going to be telling stories. I have a million and one of them...maybe even a google of them. Will I need to pay like some kind of royalty for using that? O.o Well, it was originally just an infinite number anyway, so yeah, I doubt I'd be sued and it's a free websearch utensil anyway.
So, my story. Well, today is my third day back at school, I'm at a junior college in California and well, I fucking hate traffic. Honestly, I doubt there's a person alive that enjoys sitting there in their fucking car and waiting for the light to go green and hope to God that the fucker in front of them will respond fast enough to get you in as well. Right? Right. I was in traffic this morning. My class began at 8 AM and I left my house [20 minutes from the school, mind you] at 7:20 AM. That's alot of leeway, yes? Well, it didn't help much. I was fucking late. God. That's one of my biggest pet peeves. I LOATHE being late. I just get so flustered and aggravated when I'm late, which isn't often at all.
Anyway, I get to class late and the reasons I hate being late for class are that 1) you won't get the seat you want. 2) you're interrupting the professor as they are speaking. 3) everyone and their fucking mum is staring at your late arse and you're just trying to get to the farthest seat to hide and die in a corner. It's awful being the person that everyone looks at. Why do people HAVE to stare at the opening door anyhow? I mean, really...it's not like you NEED to see who or what is entering the establishment, but people do it anyhow. I don't. No, I honestly don't. I look if someone walks past me or something, but when a door opens, unless it's RIGHT behind someone I am listening to, my eyes stay put. So, I had all of the fucking above happen. People stared at me all the way to the first seat I could find. At least I looked nice, or that would've been so much worse. Well, class was boring and I nearly conked out because I barely got any sleep at all that night, so yeah; I just wanted to get home and sleep, but I had other things to do.
Once class was finally over, I left , dodging looking at anyone in the eye, causing me to bump into at least 4.2 people on my way out. Yeah, that's obviously an estimate. So, I went out to the parking lot to get in my car and do my errands. Well, as I'm crossing the streets and such to get to said vehicle, this motorcyclist went ZOOOM! right by me. He had like no accord to stopping or slowing down at least. Honestly, he came out of fucking nowhere and I jumped out of the way, nearly falling over. Here's the kicker...I nearly fell on a parked motorcycle! Oh God...I would've gotten my arse capped if I had knocked it down. Ha. Goodness...
So, yeah, that was the most exciting bit of my day. Awesome, right? Near death experiences are something I totally live for. hahaha. Oh, and when I was heading to school, I nearly hit a guy on a bicycle, so I think that was karma. Fucking karma. I didn't hit the bastard! Then again, the bastard didn't hit me either. Fuck. It's not fair sometimes.
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