from inside my window

laying in bed at this hour proves to be somewhat of a revelation. It is the time when the sun has set beneath the mountains and the moon has risen in all its royalty and glory. The stars have exposed themselves, gradually, one by one; each their own little spectacle of light.

And here I lay, in bed--looking, listening, wishing. At this hour, the moon casts a certain amount of light upon my bedroom window. The shadow that is cast reflects upon the wall to which I stare at. This shadow, this symbol of my life, bears an uncanny resemblance to prison bars. I try to shake off the feeling of imprisonment, but it doesn't wear away.

Outside I hear a distinct car I know that drives up the cauldesac down the street. I listen, carefully. It does the same thing I have come to realize as a routine. Drive up the street, park in the driveway, and only after a few minutes, I hear the car's engine rev up once more and the sound of his exhaust fades away in the distance, the farther away he got.

I wish I were in that car. Behind the steering wheel like that--free. The night is his. The entirety of it. He has no shame, no curfew, nothing to live by ... other than himself. I want to breathe in that freedom for once. It must taste wonderful, exhilirating, beautiful, exuberant.

But not I. Not me. I stay behind the prison bars and in the confines of my own home. The whole "home sweet home" is just a facade; just something I put a front about; something only meant for the fairytales.

blue funk synonym

signs You May be Experiencing Depression

-You have difficulty concentrating at work.
-You prefer to sleep or watch TV rather than socialize or engage in your favorite past times.
-The terminals have taken over your thoughts. You think you’ll never find someone else, you’ll never fall in love, you’ll never_________.
-Suddenly, all of your faults are fatal.
-Pain is real, dragging you down. You have no energy and speak with certain apathy and feel forever on the edge of crying.
-Your emotions are exaggerated; when you laugh, you laugh a little too loud, smile a little too wide all so no one knows how you hurt inside.
-You avoid social situations and receive little joy when forced to attend .
-You work extended hours and weekends so you don't have to face friends, family or the pain you are trying to hide.

The second, third, fourth, and fifth bullets hit extremely close to home. I just need to get away. Away from it all. Away from this past. Away from my old life. Because it's the only thing that's bringing me down.

fork in the road

as much as I want to go back to high school, I can't. Reality hasn't truly hit me until now. High school seems so long ago. I wanted to get stuck in that vortex forever or for as long as I possibly could. But...it seems now, life has called out to me. Future has tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to realize I am standing face-to-face with it. My past trails behind me like a shadow in daytime and disappears in the midst of night. When the moon rises and smiles down upon me, I take the time to think...I'm on my own now.

Pictures of high school, of junior high, of elementary, of kindergarten--they all float by me in slow-motion. Smiles, silent laughter, bonds of friendship, surprises, people frozen in moments of time; all in photographs that I choose to keep to show others how much I've grown and made myself who I am today. My skin thickens with every year that passes because I've learned from my mistakes and have become stronger along the way. High school is over. The past is over.

I need a hand to hold. I need a shoulder to cry on. I need guidance. I need a breath of fresh air. I need God.

It has hit me at the force of the speed of light. And all I can do now is take it with determined eyes.

black hole serenity

coming back home for winter break has taken me back to my roots; and to tell you the truth, I hate it. I thought coming back would be pretty okay, maybe some softer ground rules have been set. Maybe my parents would realize that I'm nineteen already. Maybe I didn't have a curfew. Maybe I can hang out with friends I haven't seen in the longest time. Maybe my parents would be somewhat cool about who I am and what I do.

It was only when I stepped foot into my house did I realize that nothing would be different. Absolutely nothing.

You have no idea how hard I have tried to get through to them, reasoning with them that I'm old enough to know what's right and wrong. I'm not saying I know all there is to life, but enough to get me through. But it doesn't get through to their tiny, miniscule heads of theirs. Isn't it called "learning from your mistakes?" Am I not even allowed to make my own mistakes? I could yell at them for all I know, and STILL no change would occur. Do you know what their reasons are? Yeah, because they don't have any REAL ones. All they have to say is "so? That doesn't matter." Since when did nothing I have to say or do not matter? I have been fed up with them and their rules for so long that once I leave home, I'm going to live it up like a true college student should. It hurts sometimes. They don't realize I have had mental breakdowns all because of them. Not that they are bad parents. They could win the Best Parental Unit Award, hands down. But their reasoning is a bit off. I seriously don't give a flying fudge about how I'm not following tradition. They should realize that they are the only cause for me not doing so. Their boundaries, all their lectures, their unreasonable reasoning--it makes me who I am today. And for that, I am thankful in a way. But only in the way that means being glad to be leaving my family after break. All the stress that is put upon me makes me want to scream at times. However, they don't understand. And honestly, I don't think they ever will.

a verbatim report

notes on reminiscing 2004:

may 24, 2004
First period was KRAYZEE man!! We're learning about sex and stuff in life skills so Ms. Van passed around... ::cue any kind of music because it'd be hilarious:: ...CONDOMS! Hahaha every frikkin type of condom you could think of! There were female condoms, normal latex condoms [[which was hilarious because there was this box full of em called "excita fiesta" which were multi-colored condoms!!]], cervical caps, diaphragms, vaginal sponge...omg...so many mooore its out-of-this-world.

may 25, 2004
...the whole "noodle incident." Yes, for those who witnessed this, you know what it is.
Here's the scene:
It's lunch time » Ashley is sitting down flicking her beef away from her BEEF cup of soup and so Aki comes over and gets her fork and gets some noodles and FLiCKS EM AT HER. Hahahaha...Ashley is playin all cool and shmack, but after a few minutes, she goes over to Aki and flicks this CHUNK LOAD oF NOODLES at him. OMG. Here's the CHAiN REACTiON » [1] Ashley FLiCKS noodles at Aki [2] Aki's initial reaction is to throw back his head which causes [3] his glasses to fall on the floor making his [4] lens fall out and [5] his head hitting Michael on the nose causing [6] Michael's nose to bleed and [7] noodles down tiffany's shirt. o.m.g. What a hilarious thing to see!! You shoulda been there!!

july 03, 2004
Here is a hilarious tid-bit of a conversation that I overheard my two...KRAYZEE...brothers had...
Ranneil : uh...Ren? Did you fart?
lil owen : No! I was just laughing!
Ranneil : Heh, well does your laugh sound like a zipper?

august 02, 2004
"There is milk on one side of your mouth, and a rice on the other." - ranneil to lil owen on his lunch.

august 24, 2004
HOLY PEANUT BUTTER, BATMAN! WE'RE iN A STiCKY SiTUATiON!!

september 3, 2004
Learned that in the latino countries, they didnt like Big Bird in Sesame Street because he was the color yellow, which to them meant "coward." Therefore, they released another show like it ... with Big Bird's cousin ... who was green.

september 12, 2004
Filipino: ur too cool
Filipino: how u do it
aRiZtocratic: oh yes.
aRiZtocratic: oh just a sprinkle of awesome beans with a spray of coolnessocity and a touch of veryverycool dust ought to do it.
Filipino: mmm
Filipino: *homer drool* bean sprinkles

november 10, 2004
"OH OH OH!! Is petroleum the thing that Superman is allergic to?" said silly Ashley Pabrazinsky

dix-neuf s'il vous plaît

cet a été dix-neuf années puisque j'étais né et pourtant l'âge adulte semble si au loin. L'enfance est quelque chose je manque le plus. Les jours quand le papa me porterait à la table de cuisine tôt sur les jours ouvrables à un bol de flocons d'avoine de myrtille. Les jours quand les jouets étaient l'exemple d'un bon jour. Les jours quand les devoirs ont consisté en la coloration dans les lignes du leperchauns transparent et tel.

Je sens toujours dix-huit bien que. Peut-être même dix-sept. C'est dur à s'imaginer que quelqu'un aussi pas encore mûr que je tournerais vingt une année de maintenant. Je devine le temps me dit que je devrais l'habiter en haut la droite de maintenant. Je ne veux pas grandir en haut cependant, cela est la chose. Je ne veux pas être exposé à l'alcool et aux drogues et toute la mauvaise chose dans le monde. Pas que certaines de cette chose est amusante. C'est juste cette innocence m'a marqué avec tant de morales. Mais je calcule je peux faire face à ces obstacles avec mes coussins de genou et au masque d'hockey -- la tête sur.

Pardonner mon mauvais français.

dream catcher needed

it's safe to say that I haven't gotten a chunkload of dreams or nightmares lately. But honestly, I'm not quite sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. However, last night proved to be a pinnacle of the nightmare climax. Well. Maybe not. But I woke up crying.

Usually I don't get into things too fast. I take my sweet time and hope for the best. I am a very cautious person when it comes to things. And when I do get into these things after taking my precious time, the Sand Man gets the best of me, testing me on what I've learned and what I can handle. (Fucking sand man.) How dare he.

But do interpret this if you will. If you can.

I'm not quite sure why we were there, but we were at a gas station by a long road filled with lights. I couldn't make out where we were exactly, but we were there nevertheless. This gas station was strange in that ... there were no gas pumps. Just a quick mart and a huge lounge area in the front, complete with sofas and coffee tables. Now, it wasn't glitz and glamour, but more like dirty and eew. Y'know, torn up couches with black oil stains on them, the whole enchilada. So, I guess you could call it a gas lounge? No. Maybe a station lounge. There was no gas provided. But moving on, there was a few of us. Some friends I couldn't help but recognize as A, K, and B. There were some unknowns as well, so I'd estimate there were about 8 of us total. We were inside, checking out the mart goods, when I notice guys in black masks coming toward the station lounge, ready to rob the place. There was quite a few of them. But once they entered, I was all up on them, saying I was an undercover cop. (What does that mean?!) But anyways, a fight ensued. People punching people in faces, grabbing each other by their clothes, I even felt someone cop a feel. But after busting those suckers (even though I wasn't a cop), everything just became chill. All of us (including the perverted robbers) just sat on the couches as if we were all friends. (I know, I'm sorry if this is getting weirder by the sentence. But I'm tellin' ya, I'm more confused than you are.) I was sitting next to one of the robbers, when he tries to cop a feel again! WHAT. THE. EFF. He starts feeling up my leg and I sucker punch him in the crotch, but he keeps going. He gives me a little smirk and says, "Did you like that when I did that to you in the mart?" After that, uncomfortability made its way at a driving force. However, I noticed A and K were gone. I didn't think much into it because I believed they'd come back sooner of later. So I recognized B was sitting on the other sofa. I told him to come hither and relieve me of this pervert. He did, hesistantly (Great.) and sat in between us. He jokingly held the douchebag's hand. (Just great.) And then he left to his other sofa again and the next thing you know, Perv's hand all up on my body once more. I got up and sat next to an Unknown Friend (I'm guessing their faces were blurry). I already felt as if I had been taken advantage of, so I felt like a pile of SHIT. I wondered were A and K were, but they were nowhere to be found. I called K up and no one answered, it just went straight to voicemail. So I ring up A and she answers in a commotion.

me: Um...hey, A. Where's K?
A: I really don't know.
me: Where are you?
A: I'm strolling around. Oh wait.
me: What?
A: I see him. I see K. ... Marissa ...
me: What?!
A: ... he's coming out of a chapel with some girl.
me: .... (tears) ...
A: I think he just got married.

It was then that I realized that the long road we were near was the Strip. We were in Las Vegas.
That's when the waterworks started. That's when I woke up. I wonder if my roommate heard me.

Now, then.
Interpret THAT, bitches.
Please.

concealing seething rage

uh-oh...

b: i live vicariously through you
h: vicariously...?
h: define please
h: haha
b: idk, i heard whitney say it on the hills
b: lol
h: -___-
h: omg
h: haha
h: 2. taking the place of another person or thing; acting or serving as a substitute.
h: that sounds like _____
h: haha
b: AAAHAHAHAHA

a cot for the slut

there is an unspoken bond that unites friends. It's supposed to feel like the end of the world when you lose something so close, especially when plans were involved. We had plans so travel through Paris and to go skydiving across the bluest of skies.

...

Okay so maybe those weren't the plans we had in mind, but they were plans nonetheless. We had plans to purchase R2-D2; to have drinking parties (minus me); for Ho to fold clothes and do E in her room; for Slut to organize everything from shelves to bedsheets and hookah in her room; I was just supposed to wash dishes and look pretty. But no. The fates were against us from the very beginning.

It's not Slut, Ho, & Bitch anymore.
It's just Ho & Bitch.
No.
More like Bowie and Marissa.
Because without Risha, there is sadness and gloom.
Well, Bowie is kinda fun too, I suppose. =)

Let's just hope her "hot asian boy" doesn't turn out gay.

PS. A cot will forever remain for you, baby. If you ever get sick (take that in more ways than one), you know who to call...GHOSTBUSTERS (our supposed Halloween costumes for next year. Sigh.)!

MBSCLE! part II

so the materialism hasn't seemed to fade since yesterday, so prepare for...

MARISSA'S BIRTHDAY SLASH CHRISTMAS LIST EXTRAVAGANZA!

(part II)

~Erin Skinny

Specs:


-color: dark rinse stretch denim
-store: Abercrome & Fitch
-price: $79.50
-size: 0S (zero short)






~Evie Low Rise Boot

Specs:

-color: faded denim
-store: Abercrombie & Fitch
-price: $89.50
-size: 0






~SIERRA Boots


Specs:

-color: grey suede or purple
-store: Bakers
-price: $89.95
-size: 7.5

~Truly Madly Deeply Lumberjack Hoodie


Specs:

-color: red/black, white/black OR if you happen to come across a DARK PURPLE/black one, you would be worshiped as a god. Or goddess.
-store: Urban Outfitters
-price: $54.00
-size: small or medium












OH LOOKIE. I found a purple one.

~Buffalo Ranger Plaid Hoodie

Specs:

-color: purple
-store: Planet Funk
-price: $58.00
-size: small
-Notes: I'd do without the black fluffies on the hood. Sigh, oh well.














~M304 Mélange JerseyShort Sleeve Gym T

Specs:

-color: eggplant
-store: American Apparel
-price: $18.00
-size: small, medium







~RSASKPAC Unisex Stripe Calf White Tube Socks (3-Pack)

Specs:


-color: gold/orchid/purple
-store: American Apparel
-price: $21.00





~Flip Flops

Specs:


-color: navy blue or brown
-store: Abercrombie & Fitch
-price: $19.50
-size: small






~Return to Tiffany Heart Tag Pendant*
*I'm sorry, but the site wouldn't let me copy the link for the picture...SOOOO...you're going to have to see it for yourself here or the double heart here.


Specs:
-color: sterling silver
-store: Tiffany & Co.
-price: $100

~Peace, Love, & Revolution Tee

Specs:

-color: black
-store: Metropark
-price: $34.00
-size: small or medium



OR if you are ever feeling lazy and don't actually want to LOOK for the posted items, might as well just give me...

GIFT CARDS!


-Forever 21


-Urban Outfitters

-Metropark

-Planet Funk


-iTunes

-Target

-Abercrombie & Fitch

-Macy's

MBSCLE! part I

with Thanksgiving days behind and the holiday season approaching, I decided to give any of you who will listen (or read for that matter) a head start on...

MARISSA'S BIRTHDAY SLASH CHRISTMAS LIST EXTRAVAGANZA!

Part I

(yes, I have decided to split them into parts)

(deal with it.)

(I am.)

I know, I know...a few days or weeks before said grand entrance, but still. I'm too excited. My sincerest apologies for my being too materialistic this time of year, but that's what my parents get for consumating their only daughter with a birthday in mid-December. So surely I'm not to blame. Now, for those of you who are a little low on cash or whatnot, I have provided a easy list including colors, sizes, pictures and PRICES. Not only that! I'm also throwing in where you can find these items, get this...ABSOLUTELY FREE! That's right, folks. I'm not expecting you to give me the world, but for what it's worth, at least buy me something that will slap on a big ol' smile on my face. How does that sound? So open up those wallets, imagine me with that dazzling smile, and just think of it, knowing that you, yes YOU of all people, put that sucker on there!

~SARA suede boots

Specs:

-color: grey suede

-store: Bakers

-price: $109.99

-size: 7 or 7.5

~Satin Racerback Dress

Specs:

-color: green

-store: Forever 21

-price: $19.80

-size: small

~Pintucked Knit Tunic
Specs:

- color: hunter green

-store: Forever 21

-price: $24.80

-size: small

~Gathered Slub Top

Specs:

-color: mauve

-store: Forever 21

-price: $22.80

-size: small

~Gathered Sequin Knit Halter

Specs:

-color: gray

-store: Forever 21

-price: $19.80

-size: small

~Pinstriped Vest

Specs:

-color: navy

-store: Forever 21

-price: $17.80

-size: small

-Notes: Ashley Ann Cantara Ongpoy, take your pick. This one? Or the next one...

~Pinstripe Tux Vest

Specs:

-color: black

-store: Forever 21

-price: $17.80

-size: small

-Notes: I kind of prefer the first one though. Actually...now that I see both of them, either one will do. Surprise me.

~Harrison Cardigan

Specs:

-color: black or dark grey

-store: Forever 21

-price: $19.00

-size: medium

-Notes: If and of you happen to find a similar cardigan with no designs whatsoever (no cherries or lame rhombi or anything) in another cool color like red or purple in any other store, that's fine with me too. The smile shant change.

~Volcom Tuff Teddy Tote

Specs:

-color: white, royal blue

-store: Tilly's

-price: $19.99

-size: one size

~Volcom 1999 Purse

Specs:

-color: black, royal blue

-store: Tilly's

-price: $29.99

-size: one size

~Nixon The Chalet Mint Watch

Specs:

-color: mint green

-store: Zumiez

-price: $199.95

~Nixon The Lizie Orchid Watch

Specs:

-color: purple
-store: Zumiez
-price: $64.95

~Nixon The Vega Antique Purple Watch

Specs:

-color: purple

-store: Zumiez
-price: $159.95

~Christine Heritage Polo

Specs:

-color: burgandy OR gray

-store: Abercrombie & Fitch

-price: $39.50

-size: medium

TO BE CONTINUED...

Happy shopping!

penguin pants

there are penguins on my pajamas saying "time to go play in the snow!" It is the classic dream to imagine penguins talking in California. I remember when I was a youngster, I would converse with my penguin Beanie Baby when we were on a date at a fancy party. Hey, he was in a tuxedo all the time so you can't exactly blame me for attempting to make such an endeavor. But still. Oh, speaking of Beanie Babies, I brought my sheep one from home to the good old college dormitory. It's actually a lamb, but saying "sheep" sounds so sheepishly sheepish. Fleece (his name) will have a sheepishly good time with Vanilla Bear and Basic Bob #829. And Karl.

I truly apologize for the shorter-than-average blogs. I have recently contracted a virus from said boyfriend and the sniffles are soon approaching. A sore throat is in the works and both, working together, have conspired against me with the sole purpose to BRING ME DOWN. But it's not happening, no siree. This buggers are not going to be end of me; rather, they shall...hm. I guess the only thing they can do is provide me with an excuse to sleep more. And honestly, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

my leather jacket is slick

coming to the realization that my leather jacket goes with anything makes me feel BEYOND cool. I feel so tough. Kind of. I think watching too many Gilmore Girls reruns and googling Lorelai Gilmore's fashion is the cause of this. But I've been digging the Veronica Mars style above all. I don't know what my current obsession with Kristen Bell is all about, but let's hope that this fetish brings out the best in me. I may even turn lesbian for her. Sigh. Poor Karl. Well, maybe not really, seeing as how he also has a fetish for her when she plays Elle in Heroes. Well, I guess it's the best of both worlds.

Shh...do you hear that? That's the sound of the UPCOMING EVENT ON DECEMBER 15, 2007 that is about to occur. It's going to pound at you at the speed of light. So be prepared.

in due time

here lies a list of things that will occur in my near or later future (in no particular order):

IN DUE TIME...
-I will be employed.
-I will finish reading Lost in Austen.
-I will watch my debut video in all its entirety.
-I will eat my Honey Nut Cheerios.
-I will get my housing offer.
-I will turn my last teenage year.
-I will begin Letters in Pemberley.
-I will conspire against Angelina Jolie.
-I will prove my diligence to my parents.
-I will get my Acura MDX.
-I will finish reading Letters in Pemberley.
-I will change my bedsheets.
-I will eat some turkey.
-I will save my money.
-I will give up shopping for Lent (...I think that will be turned to a "I should")
-I will purchase R2-D2 with Risha.
-I will begin Persuasion.
-I will go to the Angels & Airwaves concert in January.
-I will eat the macaroni and beef in the freezer.
-I will go Black Friday shopping with the cousins.
-I will get to meet Mica for the first time.
-I will say farewell to my sidekick and get a new phone.

&&here's something you should ALL be anxious about:
-I will post my BIRTHDAY/CHRISTMAS WISH LIST once the first week of December strikes! (including pictures!)

unorthodox cha-ching

money is becoming really hard to come by. I have come to the point where I feel as if I need my job back. Hopefully during the summer, my savings account will flourish what with all my future paychecks. Sigh. So, I just bought a $60 dinner at Benihana and two dresses the next day for 25 bucks a pop...meaning I spent approximately $120 in two days. I can only take out money from the ATM 6 times per month and as of right now, I believe I have one more time I can actually do that. That is SO bad, especially since I am actually unemployed at the moment. I'm thinking about applying for a job at the Spectrum, but...I am kind of transportation vehicle-less. And my studies may suffer even more if I do plan to follow through with that. In conclusion, I guess I'm stuck here for a while with no money (well I do have money, I just can't spend anymore because I swear, it is going to create a gargantuan dent in my account) and no job. Dang, how I really miss earning money. This summer, I'm going to work 'til I can't handle it anymore. Because...yes, I admit it, I am very greedy and want a lot of money.
Hello, my name is Marissa and I love Star Wars. There comes a point in a lady's life when you come across something that will totally boggle your mind and become the feisty being that you truly are in the animalistic world of LIFE. Walking into Urban Outfitters proved to be one of these moments. I was strolling along and found this beautiful wonder:



What is it you ask? Why, it is an R2-D2 wastebasket? And guess where it's going to reside in next year?
You are absolutely CORRECT! My new apartment/dormitory in VDC (cough*hopefully*cough). Oh, R2-D2 trash can, come to momma. See, the way Slut and I look at is comes to this: when Slut or Ho (or maybe both) plan hookah or drinking parties at our place, guys are going to be like, "wow, these girls are pretty cool." And then once they enter our place, they're going to spot this little bugger and be like "DAMN! THESE GIRLS ARE WAY MORE AWESOME THAN I EVER IMAGINED!" and it will all end with an orgy at our place. HAH! Just kidding. But trust me, this will be at our place as soon as you can say "lightsaber."

the darjeeling limited

i feel as if my life somewhat revolves around that movie. There are so many things that I haven't come into contact with and I feel like I've lost touch with so many of the moralistic things that I've grown up believing in. I only wish that I haven't become such a douche as to stop staying true to myself and to what I trust will make my life more of an accomplishment rather than a regret.

On a happier note, just look. That's all you have to do. LOOK.

I think I just peed in my panties. Thank you for your time and consideration.

a premature guitar hero

i'm not quite sure why I'm so late discovering this piece of utter GREATNESS. It's a rush really. Getting blisters from buttons on a fake guitar rather than blisters from strings on a real one has turned the world topsy turvy. Oh World, what will you amaze us with next?

My insides are turning from the anxious wait of having to check whether I made my preferred housing choice. VDC is one of the world's wonders. I mean, seriously. Look at that room. It has mirrored closets, a pretty modern working area, and a FULL SIZE bed. Need I say more? Or shall I just indulge my excitement and make you even more jealous with pictures?

Look at that KITCHEN! Look at it! I want your eyes to be glued to the monitor screen close enough so that the pupil of your eyes can melt to it. Because all I have to say is DAMN. Those three chairs (well, there's four, but we'll leave the fourth seat open to Roommate #4) will be reserved for Slut, Hoe, and Bitch.

The bathroom. Sigh. Look at the cute little greenery on the top of each mirror.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR OUR APARTMENT!

COME TO MOMMA!

protect the planet

my environmental tee has been getting some good feedback. Especially accessorizing with a dope peace sign necklace. I bet the shirt feels all tingly inside its many fibers. =)

Oh!

Speaking of tingly, I feel so tingly inside myself. I actually skipped only ONE class this entire week! C'mon, that's got to be some kind of accomplishment, especially for a lethargic college student like myself. I'd give myself a pat on the shoulder or maybe my very own hug, but...I just don't want to. That's what boyfriends are for. HAH.

Mr. Warkentin is SO funny. He truly IS the mumbling man from Office Space. He's GOT to be. But overall, he's got the look and the voice down to a tee.

My future roommates are proving to be such a great crowd. I mean, there's the HO. The ho likes to go out to parties, go clubbing; she's the free-spirit of us all. She hooks up with the most random of guys, none of whom we've truly met before and she goes out on scary taxi cab rides just to get some action. Hehe. Then there's the SLUT. The slut insists on sleeping at the most inappropriate of times, filling her room with the aromy of curry, and hiding alcoholic beverages behind her innocent cereal boxes of Lucky Charms or something. She also dresses like a slut, what with her hoochie mama "corrupt cop" Halloween costume. Then there's me. I'm not quite sure where I quite fit into this whole college fiasco, but I'm thinking I'm the only one left to be the designated driver. Sigh. Oh well. I might as well be the BITCH. The bitch makes fun of both the ho and the slut and makes sure they are taken care of. NO ONE messes with my roomies. NO ONE is gonna stand between MY girls. Well...maybe except the random fourth roommate we are planning on getting. YAY.

Everyone is going home for the weekend...

...sigh...

...AND SO AM I! WHEEEEE!

weird science

it's amazing. I didn't realize how much the 80's rocked. I should actually be rejoicing to be born in that era. truly is a magnificent time. I mean, two nerds pulling a frankenstein experiment and creating the perfect woman. It's wonderful. I haven't had such a great time watching a movie before.

Speaking of science, Mr. Biology and Mrs. Chemistry are kicking me in the balls right about now. Sure, genetics is one thing, but going so in depth that you think your brain is going to explode isn't such a whoop-diddily-doo kind of situation.

Someone go to target right this very moment, purchase me a hair dryer and a round brush. My hair is driving me nuts. It's insane.

Keep it real, peeps.

case file 01

a wise, young lad came up to me once and told me:

" You are a grape, Marissa. The grape that needs to be squeezed for the wine. The wine is the success and you will be squeezed many times during this phase in your life. Be the wine, Marissa. Be squeezed! "

'Twas a figurative moment, him & I, I & him, in that restaurant, embraced in such a transitory hug. It is now that i realize that those words are very difficult to live by. Sure, grapes can be purple = purple is a beyond brilliant color. But the rest is up to you. or me, in this case.

And so begins the turbulent sojourn of Marissa Vanilla.
Welcome to my world.