Saturday, December 31, 2005

We all struggle with forward motion

My mom didn't plan my birth very well. Tomorrow is my birthday and sometimes I wish it wasn't. I don't like having my birthday so close to Christmas and I feel even worse for those with birthdays on Christmas. People seem to forget about you. Most are usually recovering from a hangover on my birthday.

I wanted to be born in summer. That way, we would have Christmas and get presents and then half-way through the year I'd get another dose. And yes, this is all about presents. (Jokes).

My birthday has been getting better as I'm getting older. I party more and care less about presents. I don't even know if I'll be able to keep my eyes open until midnight. How sad is that. Getting older is scaring the shit out of me. Tomorrow I will be 19! Eeek.

Friday, December 30, 2005

I'm disappointed in you IGA

I love grapes. So today when we went to our local grocery store I *had* to buy grapes. These grapes are huge, almost the size of golfballs. The sign above them also said they were seedless. Heaven, right? Not quite. I bit into one of these juicy grapes and I think I chipped my tooth on a seed. A Freakin' SEED! Does that stop me from eating them? Nope...I just molest them to try and get the seeds out, three to be precise. Who actually eats seedy grapes anymore?

Thursday, December 29, 2005

I might have to put movie watching on hold for awhile

I must attract the most annoying people at movie theatres. My Aunt and I went and saw King Kong today. A hispanic couple came and sat down next to us after the movie started and would. not. stop. talking. It seemed like the girl didn't understand English so her boyfriend was translating it for her. I almost flipped my shit but I didn't, I remained calm. That is until the last 15 minutes of the movie. It wasn't the hispanic couple this time, it was a little boy sitting kitty-corner from me. He was coughing. Loudly. Hacking up a freakin' lung in the theatre when King Kong is grabbing at the airplanes in the sky. I dealt with the coughing, but then he started hawking loogies (I have no idea how you spell that). He hawked his loogies and spit them in his cup. Over and Over. His friend then took his cup away so he started spitted them on the floor. I freaked out. This kid is like 8, no parent in the whole theatre, and he's spitting his nasty ass boogers on the floor. I didn't even get to enjoy the last 15 minutes of the movie because I was to focused on this little freak. C'mon people. Teach your kids some damn manners.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005


Ever since the latest Harry Potter came out my Mom and I have been wanting to go see it. Today we got that opportunity. I was so stoked on seeing this movie because I'm a huge loser. We got to the theatre 20 minutes early and picked our seats. After awhile I got this big whiff of nasty rank feet smell. Someone had taken off their shoes and the smell was overwhelming. People, please leave your effin' shoes on in a public place. I wanted to vomit.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Sorry about the cookies Santa

My sister, her husband and my two nieces came down for Christmas. It's been a lot of fun having the girls here to play with and to watch them light up about Santa coming. Of course that's all we hear about is Santa and opening presents. Over and over again.

I got a box yesterday from my step-mom (she's not my step-mom anymore but I still love her). As I was beginning to open it my niece came over and was all excited. I guess I wasn't opening it fast enough for her because in a huffy little voice she said Aww...Gosh, Open it already. At least she's at an age where those kind of remarks are still cute.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Break time

Have a great holiday with whatever y'all are celebrating.

I'll be back after Christmas

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Blast from the not-so-long-ago past

In between Gilmore Girls re-runs and taking my daily nap I decided to go through some old pictures of me.

So this is me eating oreos, peas and what looks to be a pot sticker. Quite gross.

And here I am on the beach with a cheesy smile.

And this is one of my favorites. Very 90's outfit and I rocked it! Look at those socks...I still wear them like that.

And back to napping.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

I'm growing up

I have a question. A very important question.

At what age is it appropriate to start cursing in front of your parents? I obviously don't think it's appropriate for under 17 but after that...I'm lost. My mom cusses, not very often, but I don't think she would react if I dropped the "s" bomb in front of her.

What shall I do? Just walk into the room one day and loudly express that I am indeed old enough to start incorporating bad words into my conversations.

Why don't they teach this in high school.

Thursday, December 08, 2005


I am the type of person who thinks caffeine doesn't affect me. I could drink 8 dr.peppers...still the same person. Have to pee a lot..but that's the only difference.

Last night I was talking with a friend on the internet. It was 11 o'clock, and I was thirsty so I grabbed this old latte thingy from Starbucks off of the counter and started drinking.

I didn't go to sleep until after 3 o'clock this morning. My eyes were tired, my body was tired, but my mind was running laps around the fucking room. It sucked.

Lesson Learned: Don't drink coffee at 11 o'clock at night. It does affect you even though you think it doesn't.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

I'm still laughing

My Mom brought over a holiday magazine last night that you could order things from. She wanted me to explain this picture.
I've seen a lot of nativities, but I havn't seen any quite like this before.

I am SO going to buy it.

See that little boy and the sheep? I have no clue what they are doing, but it's funny as hell.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Here we go

Oregon is a very interesting state. It's a culture shock coming up from California. The people go shopping in their pajamas. They barely have any teeth. They think couches look good in their yard. It's kind of nice actually, because now I don't really have to get myself "made-up" to go anywhere. I can just blend in without feeling odd.

Theres also a down-side to this. Yesterday I decided to get half-way "made-up" and go to the city with my friend/cousin for shopping and a movie. (I saw Aeon Flux, It rocked!) We walked a bit, shopped a lot and sat down for lunch to talk. We discussed how everybody was looking at us and wondered if we had toilet paper hanging off of our shoes. Nope...we looked fine. The staring continued.

After the movie I decided I pulled in to the little lot next to this white minivan filled with guys, not very nice looking guys. Oregon is also a state where they pump the gas for you (the hell?) but I was confused so decided to get out and investigate. As I was getting out apperently I was being stared at by all of the humans in the minivan. They don't do it subtly either...Its some big. ass. staring going on. Jesus people.

And today at Wally-world I was sitting in the car talking with my Mom and this guy was sitting in a blazer kitty corner from us....staring! Forever! I finally drove away because I'm tired of people staring at me. I'm not that fucking pretty. But in Oregon...maybe I am.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Mourning my future

If you would have asked me three years ago where I wanted to be today...This would not be it.

My step-mom recently sent me my yearbook from the high school I attended up until halfway through my junior year. All I could do was cry. Looking at everyones senior pictures with their fake smiles plastered all over the place made me actually miss high school.

Why did my "dad" have to pull me out and make me homeschool a year and a half before I graduated? I wanted to graduate. I wanted to continue going to school...but no, he had to go and screw things up for me because he wanted to live closer to his girlfriend.

I wanted to go to college. I wanted to become a nurse. Those things are now becoming more of a dream, slipping further and further away.

I'm strong though and I will go on to accomplish the things that I've set before myself. It just might take me a little longer than my high school peers.

By the way...After looking through the yearbook I noticed that the "popular" girls got really ugly since I left. Ha! Bitches.


Shit. Shit. Shit.

I just had this amazing post typed up(yeah right) and for some reason when I clicked on spellcheck, cause I'm a dumbass, my whole post disappeared.

Fuck that...I'm grabbing a beer and heading to bed.

You will have to wait for my brilliance another day