good morning one and all. It's 4:41 in the morning of December 19, 2008. I would like to take this moment to wish my cousin a happy 21st birthday, but I'm pretty sure she's off doing what she does best: partying and clubbing. She would not even think about reading this on her birthday, but I would just like to say that the big two-one is a big deal. That's why she's spending the weekend in LOST VEGAS (my soon-to-be-tee). Good luck babe, and just party everything away.
As for me, I just spend my entire night putting shit away. I started work at 6 at night and ended at 245 this morning. WHOO HOO. You can imagine my excitement. I suppose that late night Starbucks field trip with the co-workers before we headed to "work" actually did work; which, to be honest, shouldn't even be surprising. But holy macrole, that was a lot of work.
BUT BUT BUT...
...to make things a little less stressful, it was pay day. =) A nice hefty paycheck is in my possession, just waiting to be deposited. Yay. That gets me super ecstatic.
AND AND AND...
...because I get out so damn late, it's so cold and dark outside. And I finally get to put my new Uggs to good use. =)
Hooray for money in this crumbling economy.
AND GOSH DARN IT! Gas prices are going back up again! Get 'em while it's still somewhat cheap!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
the alcocer anecdotes 09
comfortable in this rainy weather? Need something to read? Get all snuggly wuggly in your jammies? Sure, why not.
m: so you're talking about the real kind of thing
d: yeah i guess
m: so. am i a romantic
d: i guess that was my original question
m: yes
m: i believe i am
d: no ur not
d: i can tell
m: oh, do tell
m: then what was the use of asking
d: it's hard to explain =[
m: -__-
d: i wanted to c wat u would say
m: -____-
d: and more importantly, how u said it
d: "i believe i am"
d: very lack luster
m: -________-
d: how do u view relationships
m: idk how to answer that question lol
m: there's so much to it
d: try, just start typing
m: no, you're gonna judge me lol
d: ???
d: judge u??
m: and say YES or NO you aren't a romantic
m: LOL
d: y does it matter if ur romantic or not
d: who said one was absolutely better than the other?
m: idk, now i feel self-conscious LOL
d: sigh vanilla
m: kekeke
d: i had a realization just now that you remind me of myself
d: like ur the girl version of me
m: you said that before lol
d: really???
m: yes lol
d: then it must be true
d: ur my sister
d: i knew it
m: AAAHAHAHA
d: one of us got switched
m: probably
d: in the hospital
m: like sister sister? lol
d: -.-
d: yes marissa
d: like sister sister
m: HAHA
d: ur crazy
m: that's what they say.
d: if i ever got stuck on AIM island and i had to pick an AIM buddy, it would be u
m: AIM island would be weird.
m: idk how that would exist
m: like the matrix?
m: if so, then AWESOME.
d: lol
~*~
And a quote worthy quotable:
d: I just want a mini marissa to put in my pocket so i could give her a little laugh every once in a while
HAH.
Episode 9: Romanticism
m: so you're talking about the real kind of thing
d: yeah i guess
m: so. am i a romantic
d: i guess that was my original question
m: yes
m: i believe i am
d: no ur not
d: i can tell
m: oh, do tell
m: then what was the use of asking
d: it's hard to explain =[
m: -__-
d: i wanted to c wat u would say
m: -____-
d: and more importantly, how u said it
d: "i believe i am"
d: very lack luster
m: -________-
d: how do u view relationships
m: idk how to answer that question lol
m: there's so much to it
d: try, just start typing
m: no, you're gonna judge me lol
d: ???
d: judge u??
m: and say YES or NO you aren't a romantic
m: LOL
d: y does it matter if ur romantic or not
d: who said one was absolutely better than the other?
m: idk, now i feel self-conscious LOL
d: sigh vanilla
m: kekeke
d: i had a realization just now that you remind me of myself
d: like ur the girl version of me
m: you said that before lol
d: really???
m: yes lol
d: then it must be true
d: ur my sister
d: i knew it
m: AAAHAHAHA
d: one of us got switched
m: probably
d: in the hospital
m: like sister sister? lol
d: -.-
d: yes marissa
d: like sister sister
m: HAHA
d: ur crazy
m: that's what they say.
d: if i ever got stuck on AIM island and i had to pick an AIM buddy, it would be u
m: AIM island would be weird.
m: idk how that would exist
m: like the matrix?
m: if so, then AWESOME.
d: lol
~*~
And a quote worthy quotable:
d: I just want a mini marissa to put in my pocket so i could give her a little laugh every once in a while
HAH.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
the tenth letter
i have to tell you the truth, I can't believe it's been so long since I've read one of those heartfelt letters. I didn't really know what to expect. But after shedding a few years and laughing a few hearty cachinnation or guffaws (WHOA), I have to say, that was probably the best birthday present. THE best. I can't even begin to explain how it made me feel. Thank you so much.
Thank you to those who came out to my birthday dinner and those who wished me a happy birthday, whether it be from the many facebook comments I got or the quick texts at midnight. I appreciate it. I'm pretty darn lucky to have the lot of you in my life. I spent most of my night responding back individually to your facebook comments. I am a damn lucky girl.
A few specific shout-outs to:
Bailey and her new husband: I was ecstatic to hear you guys were coming. I wanted to hear all about the wedding. I'm happy that I got to sit next to you and catch up because we honestly haven't really done that. Well, maybe when we ate pizza in Karl's car that one night we went to see TMTMP play at the teen center. But you're so grown up now, and I'm glad that you're happy. Thank you for the ... surprising ... present. LOL. I honestly will put it to good use. It will be my guide. Maybe for my 21st, you could get me the actual thing so I could practice and play. LOL.
Bowie: Ooh la la, thank you for all those Victoria's Secret necessities. Karl likes them...a latte.
Karl: I think everything about yesterday was pretty special. Everything between us. I'm so glad to have you as a boyfriend. I think we can withstand anything together. =) Your present was simple and non-materialistic, and I think that why it meant so much more to me. I love you more than words could say...
Jasmine: Thank you for the present! I told Karl I was going to use it to buy Britney Spears' new album and he gave me the "-___-" look. LOL. Yeah, I'll put it to better use. =)
My birthday dinner attendees: I appreciate every single one of your presences. You made my birthday that much more memorable.
Next year will be the big one...or should I say, the big TWO-one...
Until then, thank you everyone. Awesome birthday overall.
Thank you to those who came out to my birthday dinner and those who wished me a happy birthday, whether it be from the many facebook comments I got or the quick texts at midnight. I appreciate it. I'm pretty darn lucky to have the lot of you in my life. I spent most of my night responding back individually to your facebook comments. I am a damn lucky girl.
A few specific shout-outs to:
Bailey and her new husband: I was ecstatic to hear you guys were coming. I wanted to hear all about the wedding. I'm happy that I got to sit next to you and catch up because we honestly haven't really done that. Well, maybe when we ate pizza in Karl's car that one night we went to see TMTMP play at the teen center. But you're so grown up now, and I'm glad that you're happy. Thank you for the ... surprising ... present. LOL. I honestly will put it to good use. It will be my guide. Maybe for my 21st, you could get me the actual thing so I could practice and play. LOL.
Bowie: Ooh la la, thank you for all those Victoria's Secret necessities. Karl likes them...a latte.
Karl: I think everything about yesterday was pretty special. Everything between us. I'm so glad to have you as a boyfriend. I think we can withstand anything together. =) Your present was simple and non-materialistic, and I think that why it meant so much more to me. I love you more than words could say...
Jasmine: Thank you for the present! I told Karl I was going to use it to buy Britney Spears' new album and he gave me the "-___-" look. LOL. Yeah, I'll put it to better use. =)
My birthday dinner attendees: I appreciate every single one of your presences. You made my birthday that much more memorable.
Next year will be the big one...or should I say, the big TWO-one...
Until then, thank you everyone. Awesome birthday overall.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
it's ugg season
and I am in dire need of a pair. My old pair has been eroded to the point where when it does rain, I actually slip around (and at times, slip to my ultimate demise, where I fall straight on my bottom). It truly is a compelling sight to see for yourself. I've never worn them since. I'd like a legit pair that won't wear out on me; one that will "stick" with me through the toughest seasons of rain or snow...or just for show. Yeah, a Classic Tall in chocolate or sand would be preferable. I wouldn't mind a Classic Short either. So if Santa is reading this right now, I've been a good girl. Thanks Santa baby.
So the Christmas season is upon us and I have one thing to say: Praise the heavens for awesome gas prices! I think that's probably one of the best, not to mention early, Christmas presents a college student could possibly wish for. Keep going down! Let's go down to the double digits! I will yearn for the days that they will be a quarter (could you imagine gas being a nickel a gallon like the old days?!) or so at most.
As for Christmas shopping, the economy certainly has made us a tad bit on the loco side. Man trampled to death on Black Friday?! That's amazing and just darn right stupid. What have we to show if we trample people to death or go on mad shootings at Wal-Marts? It's as if you'd rather get arrested and spend a good chunk of your life in prison than spend time with your family on Christmas with some dinky, yet heartfelt gifts. Isn't it the time to just relax and spend time with those you love? Isn't it the season of laughter, love, and caring? Isn't it?! I mean, we just had Thanksgiving. And I won't even begin to elaborate that day of thanks to you. C'mon people, get your act together. If you want gifts at a low price that bad at that store, get a freaking job there so you could get things with a discount and get them before the big Christmas rush. Damn procrastinators.
With the upcoming Christmas season is the upcoming Finals Week. Hooray. Busting out the books that we haven't touched since we first bought them at the beginning of the quarter; doing online homework that could have been done on those weekends you were vegging out; cramming all information the past few weeks have put upon you when you weren't exactly listening because you were staring at the person in front of you playing a game on his laptop; going crazy due to the fact that you realize something was actually due a few days ago...ah, Finals Week, how we all not covet your presence.
Now my favorite part, ladies and gentlemen. Christmas season, Finals Week, and an additional bonus of a gift: my birth. =) In a few days, I will have conquered my teenage years and move on to bigger and better (and older) things. Sha right. I'm still going to be here...sigh. Just a year older. I need to make some drastic change to my life. Like dye my hair pink or get a tattoo. I am going to get a haircut over break, so that'll be something. Maybe I'll get another piercing, I've always wanted one. Yeah, that will be the ticket. But farewell teenage years, hello twenties...and then the big two-one. But then again, what's the fun in that?! Doing things legally and what not...=)
So the Christmas season is upon us and I have one thing to say: Praise the heavens for awesome gas prices! I think that's probably one of the best, not to mention early, Christmas presents a college student could possibly wish for. Keep going down! Let's go down to the double digits! I will yearn for the days that they will be a quarter (could you imagine gas being a nickel a gallon like the old days?!) or so at most.
As for Christmas shopping, the economy certainly has made us a tad bit on the loco side. Man trampled to death on Black Friday?! That's amazing and just darn right stupid. What have we to show if we trample people to death or go on mad shootings at Wal-Marts? It's as if you'd rather get arrested and spend a good chunk of your life in prison than spend time with your family on Christmas with some dinky, yet heartfelt gifts. Isn't it the time to just relax and spend time with those you love? Isn't it the season of laughter, love, and caring? Isn't it?! I mean, we just had Thanksgiving. And I won't even begin to elaborate that day of thanks to you. C'mon people, get your act together. If you want gifts at a low price that bad at that store, get a freaking job there so you could get things with a discount and get them before the big Christmas rush. Damn procrastinators.
With the upcoming Christmas season is the upcoming Finals Week. Hooray. Busting out the books that we haven't touched since we first bought them at the beginning of the quarter; doing online homework that could have been done on those weekends you were vegging out; cramming all information the past few weeks have put upon you when you weren't exactly listening because you were staring at the person in front of you playing a game on his laptop; going crazy due to the fact that you realize something was actually due a few days ago...ah, Finals Week, how we all not covet your presence.
Now my favorite part, ladies and gentlemen. Christmas season, Finals Week, and an additional bonus of a gift: my birth. =) In a few days, I will have conquered my teenage years and move on to bigger and better (and older) things. Sha right. I'm still going to be here...sigh. Just a year older. I need to make some drastic change to my life. Like dye my hair pink or get a tattoo. I am going to get a haircut over break, so that'll be something. Maybe I'll get another piercing, I've always wanted one. Yeah, that will be the ticket. But farewell teenage years, hello twenties...and then the big two-one. But then again, what's the fun in that?! Doing things legally and what not...=)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
thank the academy
well, not really, but Thanksgiving is approaching. And for this momentous occasion, I would like to acknowledge those who have impacted my life, whether they may be for colossal deeds or perfectly minuscule nonsense pish posh. To tell you the truth, this is going to sound like a speech said at an award ceremony. So bare with me...
Thank you to my parents, who were perfectly and incandescently in love with each other to make me. Thanks for the continuous amount of money you guys keep spending on my education because I know you have faith in me. It's actually pretty wonderful knowing that you will always be there for me, no matter what the cause. Thank you for believing in me when not many people would. I'm going to say it now, I'm not the most perfect person in the world, but with your guidance and love, I'm pretty sure I can be up there, somewhere. Your corny jokes or your love-filled hugs will keep me strong and sane.
Thank you to my friends. There are so many to name, I can't even begin to explain how much you guys have put a new perspective on life. Every moment spent with each of you are unique and perfect in their own special way. I learn something new every time I hang out with one of you. Just recently, someone opened my eyes and told me never to be afraid, to stop searching for approval. He's right. I shouldn't be afraid. I shouldn't fear something I believe so much in. To the friends I haven't truly met or have gotten to know as long as I wanted, I think you guys are probably even closer to me than some of my other friends. You have taught me to think outside of the box and put my brain to good use. I cherish you no less. I don't really care if you're one of my best friends or if we've drifted apart in some way, just know that I still remember. I remember all the things you do for me, paquito or grande. I have the pictures to prove how much you guys have made me one of the happiest girls around. So thank you. To the gazillionth power.
Bowie, you deserve your own special shout-out because not only have you been there through my incessant annoyance of a social life, but I know I can count on you to bring a smile and laughter to each day I breathe. I exist because of you, as mind-boggling as that is to comprehend. I love the comments you make about the most random of things and how you're always willing to quench my thirst every Tuesday morning. I don't care if I have to paint your nails (or even your toenails) every day; any time spent with you brings a beam of light to my heart. Know that. =)
To that special boy in my life, I probably have laid out how much I love you so many times. But I honestly DGAF. Now you, my friend, have taught me more than I could possibly imagine about life, about me even. You've taught me so many things, but above all: to live and love. My life wasn't as great before I met you, but now that I have, it's an amazing feeling. You held my hand during the most difficult of times and exposed me to new experiences by taking me places I've never been before. You showed me how to love, which is something that not many people in the world get to experience for themselves. I can't imagine what I would do without you. I'd probably be sleeping all day with all that free time. But you always seem to keep me up by allowing me to think about stuff, as weird as that sounds. Let's just say you broaden my mind. I thank you for all of that and much more.
Thank you to my parents, who were perfectly and incandescently in love with each other to make me. Thanks for the continuous amount of money you guys keep spending on my education because I know you have faith in me. It's actually pretty wonderful knowing that you will always be there for me, no matter what the cause. Thank you for believing in me when not many people would. I'm going to say it now, I'm not the most perfect person in the world, but with your guidance and love, I'm pretty sure I can be up there, somewhere. Your corny jokes or your love-filled hugs will keep me strong and sane.
Thank you to my friends. There are so many to name, I can't even begin to explain how much you guys have put a new perspective on life. Every moment spent with each of you are unique and perfect in their own special way. I learn something new every time I hang out with one of you. Just recently, someone opened my eyes and told me never to be afraid, to stop searching for approval. He's right. I shouldn't be afraid. I shouldn't fear something I believe so much in. To the friends I haven't truly met or have gotten to know as long as I wanted, I think you guys are probably even closer to me than some of my other friends. You have taught me to think outside of the box and put my brain to good use. I cherish you no less. I don't really care if you're one of my best friends or if we've drifted apart in some way, just know that I still remember. I remember all the things you do for me, paquito or grande. I have the pictures to prove how much you guys have made me one of the happiest girls around. So thank you. To the gazillionth power.Bowie, you deserve your own special shout-out because not only have you been there through my incessant annoyance of a social life, but I know I can count on you to bring a smile and laughter to each day I breathe. I exist because of you, as mind-boggling as that is to comprehend. I love the comments you make about the most random of things and how you're always willing to quench my thirst every Tuesday morning. I don't care if I have to paint your nails (or even your toenails) every day; any time spent with you brings a beam of light to my heart. Know that. =)
To that special boy in my life, I probably have laid out how much I love you so many times. But I honestly DGAF. Now you, my friend, have taught me more than I could possibly imagine about life, about me even. You've taught me so many things, but above all: to live and love. My life wasn't as great before I met you, but now that I have, it's an amazing feeling. You held my hand during the most difficult of times and exposed me to new experiences by taking me places I've never been before. You showed me how to love, which is something that not many people in the world get to experience for themselves. I can't imagine what I would do without you. I'd probably be sleeping all day with all that free time. But you always seem to keep me up by allowing me to think about stuff, as weird as that sounds. Let's just say you broaden my mind. I thank you for all of that and much more.
Thank you to my little brother, I know I haven't really said this enough, but I love you. It's weird, now that I think about it. In the beginning, I seriously would give you a hard time because, I'm just going to put it out there, you were the youngest. You got to be spoiled with gifts and you received most of the attention. But now, older and wiser (I hope), I don't really care about that stuff. I wished for a little sibling and I got one. And now he's some kind of super stud who towers over me with his obnoxious height and deep voice. It's amazing how far you've come in life. So thanks for the laughter you've brought to my life because sometimes I admire your mind. You come up with the craziest, yet completely understandable, ideas in the world. I love your sense of humor. It keeps me alive...even if you are still a dweeb in my book.
Monday, November 24, 2008
password mania
okay, so I just listed out usernames and passwords that I use on a daily basis. I don't know how it came to this or what the hell I was thinking, but from what I've written down, I have at least 14 different passwords, none alike. There could be more that I'm forgetting, who knows. I really don't comprehend how I could have remembered every single one of these (actually, at times, I have and had to reset them).
ZOMG.
I just scanned through one of my three email accounts and found a whole mess more. That's a grand total of 19 so far. Curse me and my many password retrievals. I get that I don't want anyone to hack into my accounts, but MAN OH MAN. Seriously, Marissa?
Alright, so I tallied up all of my "known" passwords and it came out to a shocking 24. How do I have the capacity to memorize all these? Oh right, I don't. That's why I have to keep retrieving all of my forgotten usernames or passwords and have them be emailed to me just so I could forget them again.
I'm sorry, but I just had to express how amazing it is that I have such a large number of passwords. There are probably some I'm forgetting still.
BUT TWENTY FOUR?!
ZOMG.
I just scanned through one of my three email accounts and found a whole mess more. That's a grand total of 19 so far. Curse me and my many password retrievals. I get that I don't want anyone to hack into my accounts, but MAN OH MAN. Seriously, Marissa?
Alright, so I tallied up all of my "known" passwords and it came out to a shocking 24. How do I have the capacity to memorize all these? Oh right, I don't. That's why I have to keep retrieving all of my forgotten usernames or passwords and have them be emailed to me just so I could forget them again.
I'm sorry, but I just had to express how amazing it is that I have such a large number of passwords. There are probably some I'm forgetting still.
BUT TWENTY FOUR?!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
the alcocer anecdotes 08
i crave the mind that sprouts out cleverness and witt. Or maybe just Alcocer's would do...I suppose.
d: rawr
m: i say that
m: what's up dawg
d: no i say that
d: u stole it from me
m: LIES
d: =/
d: the truth is
d: i missed talking to u
m: hah this is true on my part as well
d: yay aww :)
d: u have touched my heart
d: in ways, no other women could
d: and for that, i am in your debt
m: SCORE
m: what are my options
d: wat u mean options
d: u have no options
m: whaaa
d: u should just be happy!
m: you said you are in my debt
d: oh
d: that part
d: yeah wat do you want @_@;
m: can I have a disneyland annual pass
d: how dare u take my love and turn it into money!!!!
m: LOL
d: i was thinking more along the lines of me just thinking good thoughts for u
d: or...a fruit basket
d: @_@;
m: mm i like fruits
d: exactly
m: will you hand pick them
d: can i hand pick them from farmer's market?
m: mmm
m: from ur garden
d: i don't have a garden unfortunately
d: :(
m: you have a secret garden
m: in your head
d: i do!??!
d: o
m: from which you give me wisdom
d: u want me to pick u metaphorical fruit?
m: precisely.
d: ingenious.
m: i know, right
Episode 8: Fruit Basket
d: rawr
m: i say that
m: what's up dawg
d: no i say that
d: u stole it from me
m: LIES
d: =/
d: the truth is
d: i missed talking to u
m: hah this is true on my part as well
d: yay aww :)
d: u have touched my heart
d: in ways, no other women could
d: and for that, i am in your debt
m: SCORE
m: what are my options
d: wat u mean options
d: u have no options
m: whaaa
d: u should just be happy!
m: you said you are in my debt
d: oh
d: that part
d: yeah wat do you want @_@;
m: can I have a disneyland annual pass
d: how dare u take my love and turn it into money!!!!
m: LOL
d: i was thinking more along the lines of me just thinking good thoughts for u
d: or...a fruit basket
d: @_@;
m: mm i like fruits
d: exactly
m: will you hand pick them
d: can i hand pick them from farmer's market?
m: mmm
m: from ur garden
d: i don't have a garden unfortunately
d: :(
m: you have a secret garden
m: in your head
d: i do!??!
d: o
m: from which you give me wisdom
d: u want me to pick u metaphorical fruit?
m: precisely.
d: ingenious.
m: i know, right
Monday, November 17, 2008
grinds my gears
i don't really understand why people on the bus ask someone if anyone is sitting in a free spot next to them. I mean, do you see anyone there? No.
boy: Is anyone sitting here?
me: Yeah, my imaginary friend Takanchi. I'm sorry, he's very unsociable. Oh my gosh, watch out, you just stepped on his suitcase. Thanks a lot. Oh, now he's getting irritated. If you don't mind, could you please step aside, he's getting very uncomfortable with your presence. Yeah, just right there. Over there. No, further. A little bit more. In fact, just go to the back of the bus, that'd be great. Yeah, thanks.
melt-worthy/cheesy relationship via text message
me: =) you make me smile.
him: you do too. i wish you were here. =)
me: me too =) I feel incomplete when I'm not with you.
him: because...we complete each other. =)
-note the bountiful amount smiley faces
By the way, did anyone catch the end of this week's episode of The Hills? Justin, well done. That's how all boys should be. Paquito surprises and gifts.
ZOMG. I just thought of the coolest and cutest Christmas presents to give to everyone. It's going to be a hefty amount of money, but with my new job, hopefully it'll go through. Pfft, I'm only going to spend this kind of moolah on the ones closest to me. EEP! Ya'll should be thoroughly excited!
BTW, the countdown begins...
TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS until my 20th birthday...
The last days of Tales from a Trivial Teenager...
And the start of Tales from a Trivial Twenty-Something...
boy: Is anyone sitting here?
me: Yeah, my imaginary friend Takanchi. I'm sorry, he's very unsociable. Oh my gosh, watch out, you just stepped on his suitcase. Thanks a lot. Oh, now he's getting irritated. If you don't mind, could you please step aside, he's getting very uncomfortable with your presence. Yeah, just right there. Over there. No, further. A little bit more. In fact, just go to the back of the bus, that'd be great. Yeah, thanks.
melt-worthy/cheesy relationship via text message
me: =) you make me smile.
him: you do too. i wish you were here. =)
me: me too =) I feel incomplete when I'm not with you.
him: because...we complete each other. =)
-note the bountiful amount smiley faces
By the way, did anyone catch the end of this week's episode of The Hills? Justin, well done. That's how all boys should be. Paquito surprises and gifts.
ZOMG. I just thought of the coolest and cutest Christmas presents to give to everyone. It's going to be a hefty amount of money, but with my new job, hopefully it'll go through. Pfft, I'm only going to spend this kind of moolah on the ones closest to me. EEP! Ya'll should be thoroughly excited!
BTW, the countdown begins...
TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS until my 20th birthday...
The last days of Tales from a Trivial Teenager...
And the start of Tales from a Trivial Twenty-Something...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
artsy fartsy
during the interview, I thought I'd be more nervous. But it was actually pretty awesome. I look back on that interview and think to myself, I've actually changed in the past years. I've become more confident about myself, more determined. It's a great a feeling. I could skip in the meadows for days. My smiles were endless today. Although the first few hours, no, the minutes right before the actual thing were a bit nerve-wrecking due to a certain someone. -_- Let's just say it takes around 15 minutes to get to the store, and my friend drove 85-90 mph on the freeway, and we made it in 9 minutes. Not only that, We left at 1050am for an 1100am interview. Yeah, that's right. I walked right into the store at 1100 sharp. You could imagine my heart rate.
The store was prepping for the holidays; it all felt so cozy; I felt so at home. Thomas interviewed me on a green couch by the fitting rooms. I don't think I've talked so much in an interview before. But then again, I've only had about 2 of them before this one. We talked about plastic surgery, Albert Hammond, Jr., school, housewares, Robeks, and art in general. Why this store, he asked. I believe that I relate to the vibe of the company's culture and I get where you guys are coming from, expressing individuality and art. I don't just come for the clothes, I come for the overall experience walking through the doors, it's very eclectic. Yii. It was overall a great interview. He asked what department I saw myself working in: women's clothing, women's accessories, men's clothing & accessories, or housewares. He went over the logistics of it all, and I decided I'd fit in with making that one-on-one relationship with the customers by being on the register and taking care of the women's accessories. He went over my availability and said, "here is me making you an offer." And that was it, I nodded at my pay rate, and we shook hands. I finally have a job.
Orientation is next week...MEANING...I get to bring my car. Praise the Lord. Thank you God for employment and paychecks. And not to mention, one of the coolest jobs a girl like me could have. You rule.
I told you I'd be seeing you soon, 40% discounts. Come here, come to momma.
In other news, I think it best to start off a new occupation with an eyebrow wax. Jeez, the brows have not been forgiving. This weekend. Mos def. And maybe a haircut. Don't worry, it won't be extreme (ahem*Brandon*ahem).
The store was prepping for the holidays; it all felt so cozy; I felt so at home. Thomas interviewed me on a green couch by the fitting rooms. I don't think I've talked so much in an interview before. But then again, I've only had about 2 of them before this one. We talked about plastic surgery, Albert Hammond, Jr., school, housewares, Robeks, and art in general. Why this store, he asked. I believe that I relate to the vibe of the company's culture and I get where you guys are coming from, expressing individuality and art. I don't just come for the clothes, I come for the overall experience walking through the doors, it's very eclectic. Yii. It was overall a great interview. He asked what department I saw myself working in: women's clothing, women's accessories, men's clothing & accessories, or housewares. He went over the logistics of it all, and I decided I'd fit in with making that one-on-one relationship with the customers by being on the register and taking care of the women's accessories. He went over my availability and said, "here is me making you an offer." And that was it, I nodded at my pay rate, and we shook hands. I finally have a job.
Orientation is next week...MEANING...I get to bring my car. Praise the Lord. Thank you God for employment and paychecks. And not to mention, one of the coolest jobs a girl like me could have. You rule.
I told you I'd be seeing you soon, 40% discounts. Come here, come to momma.
In other news, I think it best to start off a new occupation with an eyebrow wax. Jeez, the brows have not been forgiving. This weekend. Mos def. And maybe a haircut. Don't worry, it won't be extreme (ahem*Brandon*ahem).
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
the alcocer anecdotes 07
to tell you the truth, I've only met this guy once, and yet it feels like I've known him for ages.
d: say something cool
d: bust a rhyme
m: UM
m: BUM
d: about your hand
m: oh hahaha
m: the delicate, sweet mocha tone of my fingers illuminates the gold glow of my nails that linger
d: that was beautiful =)
m: thank you, it was either that of "hands" and "pants"
d: my hands are in my pants
d: easy
d: just like ur mom
d: ziiiiiing
d: what up
-~-
m: eh, i'll just write my intro tomorrow
d: ur so bad
d: u remind me of a current me
-~-
d: how went ur glorious essay
m: oh.
m: well I wrote three pages...decided to take a 15 min nap at 4am, which turned into a 4 hour nap, woke up at 830 and finished a page an hour til 1130
d: :|
d: i'm so proud of u :(
d: it makes me cry :'(
m: well, its contents don't exactly win me the gold medal in the BS olympics
d: you will always be a winner in my eyes :)
m: sigh, that was tough.
-~-
m: you should watch dedication
m: it's a cute movie
d: cute
m: go watch it
m: NOW
d: oh i can't
m: why not
d: i'm talking to u
d: far more interesting
m: well go watch it, ok? ok.
d: nay
m: yay
d: nay
m: YAY
d: DAMNIT WOMAN I SAY NAY!
m: YAY
d: ouch :(
m: yiii, i capitalized AND 36-font that shit
d: -_-
d: u think ur so cool
m: am i not
d: well news flash
d: u sux
m: that's grammatically incorrect
d: damn ur good conversation dragging me away from my homework :(
m: i'm not stopping you
m: BUT you should consider watching dedication
d: go away
d: :|
m: GASP
m: FINE.
d: no don't
d: :(
d: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Auto Response from m: This is me going away, Alcocer.
d: :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(:'( :'( :'(:'( :'( :'( :'( :'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(
d: no no no no no no no no
Episode 7: Hands, Him, BS Olympics, & Dedication
d: say something cool
d: bust a rhyme
m: UM
m: BUM
d: about your hand
m: oh hahaha
m: the delicate, sweet mocha tone of my fingers illuminates the gold glow of my nails that linger
d: that was beautiful =)
m: thank you, it was either that of "hands" and "pants"
d: my hands are in my pants
d: easy
d: just like ur mom
d: ziiiiiing
d: what up
-~-
m: eh, i'll just write my intro tomorrow
d: ur so bad
d: u remind me of a current me
-~-
d: how went ur glorious essay
m: oh.
m: well I wrote three pages...decided to take a 15 min nap at 4am, which turned into a 4 hour nap, woke up at 830 and finished a page an hour til 1130
d: :|
d: i'm so proud of u :(
d: it makes me cry :'(
m: well, its contents don't exactly win me the gold medal in the BS olympics
d: you will always be a winner in my eyes :)
m: sigh, that was tough.
-~-
m: you should watch dedication
m: it's a cute movie
d: cute
m: go watch it
m: NOW
d: oh i can't
m: why not
d: i'm talking to u
d: far more interesting
m: well go watch it, ok? ok.
d: nay
m: yay
d: nay
m: YAY
d: DAMNIT WOMAN I SAY NAY!
m: YAY
d: ouch :(
m: yiii, i capitalized AND 36-font that shit
d: -_-
d: u think ur so cool
m: am i not
d: well news flash
d: u sux
m: that's grammatically incorrect
d: damn ur good conversation dragging me away from my homework :(
m: i'm not stopping you
m: BUT you should consider watching dedication
d: go away
d: :|
m: GASP
m: FINE.
d: no don't
d: :(
d: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Auto Response from m: This is me going away, Alcocer.
d: :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(:'( :'( :'(:'( :'( :'( :'( :'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(
d: no no no no no no no no
Monday, November 10, 2008
mop my heart
he sweeps me off my feet.
k: Sweetie.
m: You never call me sweetie. I like that.
k: Well...
m: I want you to call me that more often.
k: Well, I don't want to be one of those guys that calls their girlfriend names like "sweetie" and "honey" and "hun" all the time...
m: ...
k: Whenever I say it, it only comes once in a while. That way, it means something, something more.
m: ...
k: Hah, I just totally blew your mind!
m: This is true.
=)
I'm a girl. Sometimes I'm catty, emotional, sassy, sophisticated, cute and sometimes too smart for my own good. I would enjoy classy things like diamond encrusted Tiffany's necklaces and fancy, romantic dates at dim lit restaurants.
BUT.
The most cherished moments I enjoy having are the moments I spend loving and laughing with him. I love the nights consisting of waiting for the pizza delivery boy to show up with our dinner; when we're just lying down on my bed, on our bellies, right next to each other; when he turns to hug me and look deep in my eyes while we're watching a war movie; when he puts me in wrestling moves that I can't get out of; when I giggle because he digs his fingers in my ticklish spots; when we argue about trivial subjects such as whether or not my car is 4-cylinder or 6; and when pecks on the cheeks are so jam-packed with love, it's heart-melting.
I live for these moments.
"I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the-the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is-is-is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't-I can't look into your eyes without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, 'cause I've never felt this way before, and I-I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know, I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you just - you just not dismiss that, and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of. "
PS. I'm up for a second interview at a potential job this week; a potential job that excites me so much, I can't wait to start. Truly. 40% discount, you're MINE.
k: Sweetie.
m: You never call me sweetie. I like that.
k: Well...
m: I want you to call me that more often.
k: Well, I don't want to be one of those guys that calls their girlfriend names like "sweetie" and "honey" and "hun" all the time...
m: ...
k: Whenever I say it, it only comes once in a while. That way, it means something, something more.
m: ...
k: Hah, I just totally blew your mind!
m: This is true.
=)
I'm a girl. Sometimes I'm catty, emotional, sassy, sophisticated, cute and sometimes too smart for my own good. I would enjoy classy things like diamond encrusted Tiffany's necklaces and fancy, romantic dates at dim lit restaurants.
BUT.
The most cherished moments I enjoy having are the moments I spend loving and laughing with him. I love the nights consisting of waiting for the pizza delivery boy to show up with our dinner; when we're just lying down on my bed, on our bellies, right next to each other; when he turns to hug me and look deep in my eyes while we're watching a war movie; when he puts me in wrestling moves that I can't get out of; when I giggle because he digs his fingers in my ticklish spots; when we argue about trivial subjects such as whether or not my car is 4-cylinder or 6; and when pecks on the cheeks are so jam-packed with love, it's heart-melting.
I live for these moments.
"I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the-the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is-is-is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't-I can't look into your eyes without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, 'cause I've never felt this way before, and I-I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know, I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you just - you just not dismiss that, and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of. "
PS. I'm up for a second interview at a potential job this week; a potential job that excites me so much, I can't wait to start. Truly. 40% discount, you're MINE.
Friday, October 31, 2008
one for the books
first of all, I would just like to say I've never gotten drunk to the point where I've thrown up. But last night was one day that will live in infamy. Hah, no, it was pretty much awesome for the most part. I didn't throw up but came close to it; I just felt like throwing up. It was so hard to sleep because I kept thinking about the aroma of alcohol within the vicinity and taste of watermelon Smirnoff lingering in my mouth. But other than that, the night was a success, even though it was planned like3 or 4 days in advance. ACES.
I'm not going to get into details of the night because there was just so much going on around me, different stories being told, games being played. But for the sake of college partying, I'll leave you with a few Halloween costumes (that I could somewhat remember):
- half devil, half angel
- Tropic Thunder's Kirk Lazarus
- the universe (BRILLIANT, I must say)
- the Rainbow Fish
- kamikaze
- Hiro Nakamura
- military girl
- along with her military boy
- a barbarian?
- girls dressed up in shower caps and towel dresses
- slutty sailor
- slutty cop
- slutty prisoner escapee
- slutty bee
- another slutty bee
- slutty private jet pilot
- slutty Strawberry Shortcake
- slutty ME (you'll see in pictures =/)
- boy dressed up as a girl
- Okay, I don't remember anymore.
Last night was excellent.
I'm not going to get into details of the night because there was just so much going on around me, different stories being told, games being played. But for the sake of college partying, I'll leave you with a few Halloween costumes (that I could somewhat remember):
- half devil, half angel
- Tropic Thunder's Kirk Lazarus
- the universe (BRILLIANT, I must say)
- the Rainbow Fish
- kamikaze
- Hiro Nakamura
- military girl
- along with her military boy
- a barbarian?
- girls dressed up in shower caps and towel dresses
- slutty sailor
- slutty cop
- slutty prisoner escapee
- slutty bee
- another slutty bee
- slutty private jet pilot
- slutty Strawberry Shortcake
- slutty ME (you'll see in pictures =/)
- boy dressed up as a girl
- Okay, I don't remember anymore.
Last night was excellent.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
the alcocer anecdotes 06
long time, no talk, good friend. It's been ages since I've had a solid intelligent conversation...pfft. Neh, just random.
d: :(
m: i'm sorry i feel asleep last night, i woke up at 430am to see your sad face
d: aw :)
m: tell me of your worries, hopes, woes...
d: just woes...because we haven't chatted in ages!
m: yes, it truly is a woeful thing
d: indeed
m: any anecdotes from alcocer?
d: uhm yeah but if i started telling u them, i wouldn't be able to stop
d: a lot happens in alcocer years, they are much more condensed than regular people years
d: 0.1 alcocer years = 1 regular person years
m: ooh, so many experiences
d: yes yes yes
m: have you milked a cow
d: no :(
m: ate a snail
d: ew gross
m: gone bungee jumping
d: i wish
m: climbed everest
d: some day
m: go to a strip club
d: never
m: bought deodorant
d: O_O okokok i had to go to a strip club once in mexico, but that was for pledging and it was gross!!!
d: we were there for like 10 minutes and bounced
m: -__-
d: get it, bounced LOL
m: -________-
d: kekeke yeah it's a gross tradition, we stopped doing it i think
m: good riddance
d: i've never seen so many ugly mexican women in my life
d: well, all like 3 of them
m: LMAO
d: lol, low budget strip club, what can i say, wasn't much to look at =/
d: and they made it REALLY dark cuz they knew haha
m: what, where they like pudgy or what lol
d: uhm no, just bad faces, definitely not hot.
m: butterfaces?
d: yeah hardcore except more like butter-everything
m: HAHAHA that's just horrible
d: u think it was horrible?! what about me.
m: SHIVERS. just now.
d: :( QUICK say something funny
d: no wait, say something profound
d: no wait, say something crazy
d: wait, say something happy
m: THE JUBILEE OF HAVING THE HONOR TO KNOW SUCH AN ALCOCER BRINGS CONTENT TO MY HEART.
d: lol cute ty =p
d: lol jubilee hahahahaha
m: i know, right? first word that came to mind.
d: lol one of a kind you are
LATER THAT DAY...
m: psst
d: hi
m: writer's block
d: oh noes, may i be of assistance
m: neh, i think I'm just procrastinating lol
d: bad girl :( ur a rebel!
m: yeh...that may be.
d: O_O i like ur style
d: u got sass, and spunk
d: any other s words
m: so is that like...sassunk
d: what about style
m: or...spass...
m: or spank.
d: spassyle?
d: spankyle?
d: spank kyle?
m: hmm i know many kyles
m: none of which i'd like to spank
d: what if they're being naughty
m: i will tell them to go fuck themselves.
d: would u rather them spank u
m: no, i'm self conscious about my ass, thanks.
d: so you'd rather spank them
d: in fact, you'd rather spank kyle
d: i win.
m: fine.
Episode 6: The Woes of Spanking Kyle
d: :(
m: i'm sorry i feel asleep last night, i woke up at 430am to see your sad face
d: aw :)
m: tell me of your worries, hopes, woes...
d: just woes...because we haven't chatted in ages!
m: yes, it truly is a woeful thing
d: indeed
m: any anecdotes from alcocer?
d: uhm yeah but if i started telling u them, i wouldn't be able to stop
d: a lot happens in alcocer years, they are much more condensed than regular people years
d: 0.1 alcocer years = 1 regular person years
m: ooh, so many experiences
d: yes yes yes
m: have you milked a cow
d: no :(
m: ate a snail
d: ew gross
m: gone bungee jumping
d: i wish
m: climbed everest
d: some day
m: go to a strip club
d: never
m: bought deodorant
d: O_O okokok i had to go to a strip club once in mexico, but that was for pledging and it was gross!!!
d: we were there for like 10 minutes and bounced
m: -__-
d: get it, bounced LOL
m: -________-
d: kekeke yeah it's a gross tradition, we stopped doing it i think
m: good riddance
d: i've never seen so many ugly mexican women in my life
d: well, all like 3 of them
m: LMAO
d: lol, low budget strip club, what can i say, wasn't much to look at =/
d: and they made it REALLY dark cuz they knew haha
m: what, where they like pudgy or what lol
d: uhm no, just bad faces, definitely not hot.
m: butterfaces?
d: yeah hardcore except more like butter-everything
m: HAHAHA that's just horrible
d: u think it was horrible?! what about me.
m: SHIVERS. just now.
d: :( QUICK say something funny
d: no wait, say something profound
d: no wait, say something crazy
d: wait, say something happy
m: THE JUBILEE OF HAVING THE HONOR TO KNOW SUCH AN ALCOCER BRINGS CONTENT TO MY HEART.
d: lol cute ty =p
d: lol jubilee hahahahaha
m: i know, right? first word that came to mind.
d: lol one of a kind you are
LATER THAT DAY...
m: psst
d: hi
m: writer's block
d: oh noes, may i be of assistance
m: neh, i think I'm just procrastinating lol
d: bad girl :( ur a rebel!
m: yeh...that may be.
d: O_O i like ur style
d: u got sass, and spunk
d: any other s words
m: so is that like...sassunk
d: what about style
m: or...spass...
m: or spank.
d: spassyle?
d: spankyle?
d: spank kyle?
m: hmm i know many kyles
m: none of which i'd like to spank
d: what if they're being naughty
m: i will tell them to go fuck themselves.
d: would u rather them spank u
m: no, i'm self conscious about my ass, thanks.
d: so you'd rather spank them
d: in fact, you'd rather spank kyle
d: i win.
m: fine.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
hiccups
i'm a big fan of plaine and simple, nice stories. I was home a few weekends ago and I couldn't help but smile at this one story my mother told me: My aunt and uncle went to the Philippines a while ago to visit my grandfather (who, by the way, is a completely awesome fisherman for being someone in his 90s) and my other cousins/uncles/aunts. My grandmother died when I was super young so I don't really recall her as much as I would love to. But I heard she was amazing. Or should I say perfect. Moving onward though, my aunt and uncle decided to visit her grave and upon reaching it, realized that it was so dirty, weeds sprouting out in different directions, just completely unkempt. Here's what I hated most: when they said that all the other gravestones around her were clean and maintained. It hurt my feelings just knowing that no one was coming to visit her; I'd probably be visiting her frequently if I lived over there. So a man comes up to them at the cemetery and tells them that he is the one who keeps all of the other graves clean and up to standards. He offered to help out the grave's upkeep for 100 pesos (which is about $2.25) a month. A MONTH! So my uncle (this really hit the spot) gave him 2400 pesos. That's TWO years of maintenance. And that's not all...my uncle gives him another 500 pesos so that he could buy milk for his children. WTF?! Although monetary assistance might be a little materialistic in some terms, but this, my friends, was one of the greatest gifts of all. I'm pretty proud to have an uncle who doesn't mind shelling out bucks to help out. Pride.
Is it weird for me to enjoy Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders Making the Team 3? It's really interesting. The girls are so damn beautiful. There was this one episode where the training camp consisted of measuring their body fat. It wasn't a weighing scale but this huge tub of water where they had to sit in this chair underwater and exhale all the oxygen they could. These kids had 12-15% body fat. I probably have 60%. And they would totally bash these girls for having 24% body fat because "the uniforms are unforgiving." -____-
I finally turned in job applications at three different locations. C'mon, one of them has to want me, need me. =) Either of them would be totally awesome. Clothes, designer jeans, and sushi? I'm there.
I also recently bought an old school camera. The only problem is finding the film to go with it. Yes, film. Never heard of it? Oh, it goes way back in the day. Those damn spools are really difficult to search for. Sigh. Someone help me find some. I'll take my first picture with it of you. Hah.
I typed this while I had hiccups, mother fuckers. Out.
Is it weird for me to enjoy Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders Making the Team 3? It's really interesting. The girls are so damn beautiful. There was this one episode where the training camp consisted of measuring their body fat. It wasn't a weighing scale but this huge tub of water where they had to sit in this chair underwater and exhale all the oxygen they could. These kids had 12-15% body fat. I probably have 60%. And they would totally bash these girls for having 24% body fat because "the uniforms are unforgiving." -____-
I finally turned in job applications at three different locations. C'mon, one of them has to want me, need me. =) Either of them would be totally awesome. Clothes, designer jeans, and sushi? I'm there.
I also recently bought an old school camera. The only problem is finding the film to go with it. Yes, film. Never heard of it? Oh, it goes way back in the day. Those damn spools are really difficult to search for. Sigh. Someone help me find some. I'll take my first picture with it of you. Hah.
I typed this while I had hiccups, mother fuckers. Out.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
superman needed
can you read my mind?
Do you know what it is that you do to me?
I don't know who you are, just a friend from another star.
Here I am like a kid out of school, holding hands with a god.
I'm a fool.
Will you look at me?
Quivering like a little girl, shivering.
You can see right through me.
Can you read my mind?
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of?
Wondering why you are all the wonderful things you are.
You can fly; you belong in the sky.
You and I could belong to each other.
If you need a friend, I'm the one to fly to.
If you need to be loved, here I am.
Read my mind.
-Lois Lane in Superman, 1978.
ps. Yeah, Christopher Reeve was pretty hot as Superman.
Do you know what it is that you do to me?
I don't know who you are, just a friend from another star.
Here I am like a kid out of school, holding hands with a god.
I'm a fool.
Will you look at me?
Quivering like a little girl, shivering.
You can see right through me.
Can you read my mind?
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of?
Wondering why you are all the wonderful things you are.
You can fly; you belong in the sky.
You and I could belong to each other.
If you need a friend, I'm the one to fly to.
If you need to be loved, here I am.
Read my mind.
-Lois Lane in Superman, 1978.
ps. Yeah, Christopher Reeve was pretty hot as Superman.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
eco's imbroglio
i'm sorry, but Eco's article on the myth of Superman that I had to read for my writing class just got me so utterly confused, I have no idea what he's trying to say. This one damn paragraph got me foaming at the mouth:
For Husserl, the "I" is free inasmuch as it is in the past. In effect, the past determines me and therefore also determines my future, but the future, in turn, "frees" the past. My temporality is my freedom and on my freedom depends my "Being-having-been" which determines me. But, in its continuous synthesis with the future, the content of my "Being-having-been" depends on the future. Now, if the "I" is free because it is already-determined together with the "I-that-should-be," there exists within this freedom (so encumbered by conditions, so burdened with what was and is hence irreversible) a "sorrowfulness" (Schmerzhaftigkeit) which is none other than "facticity." Each time I plan, I notice the tragic nature of the condition in which I find myself, without being able to avoid it. Nevertheless, I plan to oppose the tragic elements with the possibility of something positive, which is a change from that which is and which I put into effect as I direct myself toward the future. Plan, freedom and condition are articulated while I observe this connection of structures in my actions, according to a dimension of responsibility. This is what Husserl observes when he says that in this "directed" being of the "I" toward possible scopes in ideal "teleology" is established and that the future as possible "having" with respect to the original futurity in which I already always am is the universal prefiguration of the aim of life.
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WUH?
Anyways, Nancy and I have found it to be an 11:30pm ritual to have late night wii battles/tournaments. I'm usually the victor. BWAHAHA. It's kind of our Zumba workout. It makes up for the times we'd say we would head over to the ARC but turned out to be complete failures with flabs. Flabby failures is what we are. But no no no, not when it comes to the wii.
For Husserl, the "I" is free inasmuch as it is in the past. In effect, the past determines me and therefore also determines my future, but the future, in turn, "frees" the past. My temporality is my freedom and on my freedom depends my "Being-having-been" which determines me. But, in its continuous synthesis with the future, the content of my "Being-having-been" depends on the future. Now, if the "I" is free because it is already-determined together with the "I-that-should-be," there exists within this freedom (so encumbered by conditions, so burdened with what was and is hence irreversible) a "sorrowfulness" (Schmerzhaftigkeit) which is none other than "facticity." Each time I plan, I notice the tragic nature of the condition in which I find myself, without being able to avoid it. Nevertheless, I plan to oppose the tragic elements with the possibility of something positive, which is a change from that which is and which I put into effect as I direct myself toward the future. Plan, freedom and condition are articulated while I observe this connection of structures in my actions, according to a dimension of responsibility. This is what Husserl observes when he says that in this "directed" being of the "I" toward possible scopes in ideal "teleology" is established and that the future as possible "having" with respect to the original futurity in which I already always am is the universal prefiguration of the aim of life.
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...........
WUH?
Anyways, Nancy and I have found it to be an 11:30pm ritual to have late night wii battles/tournaments. I'm usually the victor. BWAHAHA. It's kind of our Zumba workout. It makes up for the times we'd say we would head over to the ARC but turned out to be complete failures with flabs. Flabby failures is what we are. But no no no, not when it comes to the wii.
Monday, October 6, 2008
the hundreds
greetings earthlings. It's the one hundredth tale from a trivial teenager!
To christen the occasion, I think a long, in-depth, meaningful entry is at hand. So if you're ready for some random moments and juxtapositions, I think you've found the right place.
I'd like to start off by sharing that living in an apartment with three of the most awesome girls I have ever met is something that I will cherish forever. I didn't think we would mesh so well, and not to sound cliche or anything, but it feels like I've seriously known these girls for quite some time. Our lack of food brings us closer because we actually have to decide where and what to eat. Yesterday marked the first real roommate dinner for all of us. Well, plus our "technical fifth roommate" Tom.
m: Let's join a sorority with Nancy winter quarter.
f: Can't we make our own sorority?
m: Ok, name it.
f: Quad-Delta?
m: Perfect.
You know in those 80's movies where teenagers wake up and miss the bus so they have to run to the next stop to actually catch the bus? My story is just like that one, straight out from those movies, except with more heavy breathing. There I was, hurrying out of the apartment, locking the door, scurrying to the bus stop when I see the bus leave the stop. Deciding whether to just skip class or run to the next bus stop a few feet away, I booked it choosing the latter option. Not only did I make it, I had to sort of stop running a few feet before the stop just so I could still look cool and be somewhat fashionably late. The heavy panting calmed down to a mere...not-so-heavy panting. Damn shuttles and their crazy stop times.
We will be welcoming a new member to our sorority house (Delta Delta Delta Delta) by the name of Porkchop. Now, I'm not quite certain if he's named after the dog in the cartoon show Doug, but he is cute nevertheless. He is a maltese yorkie and will be loved endlessly in the vicinities of our very hearts. So come visit him! Or us.
STOP SPENDING MONEY YOU DON'T HAVE, MARISSA. (This is just for my personal reference.)
In other news, Mr. Lancaster came to visit recently. He promised me a cool poster to put on my blank art-forsaken walls. My walls are his canvas. We went to a shopping center nearby, and upon seeing a large purse, he inquired:
b: Can I ask a question?
m: Sure.
b: What is the use of bags this large? To put their babies in?
m: Yes.
I'd like to take a moment to talk about myself. I know that may seem weird, but I haven't really talked about myself lately. I've shared my experiences and feelings, but nothing truly concrete. I just want to tell you all what I've realized about myself so far, not as confusing case files about myself, but as solid Marissa stuff. I've noticed I don't quite fit in sometimes. As strange as it sounds, I guess that's what makes me...well, me. I hate clubbing, I don't listen to certain music that most people do, I speak using words I learned studying for the SATs, my sense of humor is a little bit more...advanced? I love using quips. I fancy people who use quips in everyday language. I am not a slut. I don't see the use of dressing up like whores. Well...I guess if you were one, then that's a different story. I don't dress up looking like I'm asking for it. Simplicity overrules everything in the end. I have trouble learning certain things. I avoid any sort of confrontation. I hate those suckers. I have somewhat of a inferior complex. But honestly, I don't think it shows. I do what I want. I say what I want. I eat what I want. When I see something I like, it's hard for me to achieve it. However, when I see something I like when shopping, then I go for it in a flash. But sometimes I get picky about things. I get picky about what color to get, or what clothes to wear, or just what facial expression to use (hah). I hate the smell of acetone and yet I enjoy mixing up the color of my nails. I don't like asking for favors from people. I only accept favors that are within reason. I love music that makes me feel good and that make my heart race. This year is going to be a great year...academically. I'm gonna stick it to the man.
I'm in desperate need of an extremely comfy and soft body pillow...for those lonely nights you aren't here to hold me.
Okay, so usually I'm not a big Lifetime movies fan, BUT just recently, I watched A Piece of My Heart or Perfect Opposites (as some would call it). I wasn't expecting much, just the usual romantic mumbo jumbo that we all know and cherish. Plus, Martin Henderson looked like a quite charming young lad. The last time I cried over a movie was over August Rush, which still touches my heart. But this movie, dang it, tore down the dams of my tear ducts even if it was just for a little while. Everyone needs a good little weep every now and then. So here I am, watching this movie (I kind of missed the first few minutes of it but I'm guessing it didn't really show much, I got the gist of it though), and I made a few connections of my life through it. Especially one line that hit very close to home: "He adored me. It's what I needed at that time." I want to be adored. LOL. So if you ever get the chance, it's actually not that bad. Lifetime caught me in their little emotional movie vortex.
I think this is a big enough entry, oui? Til next time, I bid you adieu.
Sincerely,
the girl with the quizzical brow.
To christen the occasion, I think a long, in-depth, meaningful entry is at hand. So if you're ready for some random moments and juxtapositions, I think you've found the right place.
I'd like to start off by sharing that living in an apartment with three of the most awesome girls I have ever met is something that I will cherish forever. I didn't think we would mesh so well, and not to sound cliche or anything, but it feels like I've seriously known these girls for quite some time. Our lack of food brings us closer because we actually have to decide where and what to eat. Yesterday marked the first real roommate dinner for all of us. Well, plus our "technical fifth roommate" Tom.
m: Let's join a sorority with Nancy winter quarter.
f: Can't we make our own sorority?
m: Ok, name it.
f: Quad-Delta?
m: Perfect.
You know in those 80's movies where teenagers wake up and miss the bus so they have to run to the next stop to actually catch the bus? My story is just like that one, straight out from those movies, except with more heavy breathing. There I was, hurrying out of the apartment, locking the door, scurrying to the bus stop when I see the bus leave the stop. Deciding whether to just skip class or run to the next bus stop a few feet away, I booked it choosing the latter option. Not only did I make it, I had to sort of stop running a few feet before the stop just so I could still look cool and be somewhat fashionably late. The heavy panting calmed down to a mere...not-so-heavy panting. Damn shuttles and their crazy stop times.
We will be welcoming a new member to our sorority house (Delta Delta Delta Delta) by the name of Porkchop. Now, I'm not quite certain if he's named after the dog in the cartoon show Doug, but he is cute nevertheless. He is a maltese yorkie and will be loved endlessly in the vicinities of our very hearts. So come visit him! Or us.
STOP SPENDING MONEY YOU DON'T HAVE, MARISSA. (This is just for my personal reference.)
In other news, Mr. Lancaster came to visit recently. He promised me a cool poster to put on my blank art-forsaken walls. My walls are his canvas. We went to a shopping center nearby, and upon seeing a large purse, he inquired:
b: Can I ask a question?
m: Sure.
b: What is the use of bags this large? To put their babies in?
m: Yes.
I'd like to take a moment to talk about myself. I know that may seem weird, but I haven't really talked about myself lately. I've shared my experiences and feelings, but nothing truly concrete. I just want to tell you all what I've realized about myself so far, not as confusing case files about myself, but as solid Marissa stuff. I've noticed I don't quite fit in sometimes. As strange as it sounds, I guess that's what makes me...well, me. I hate clubbing, I don't listen to certain music that most people do, I speak using words I learned studying for the SATs, my sense of humor is a little bit more...advanced? I love using quips. I fancy people who use quips in everyday language. I am not a slut. I don't see the use of dressing up like whores. Well...I guess if you were one, then that's a different story. I don't dress up looking like I'm asking for it. Simplicity overrules everything in the end. I have trouble learning certain things. I avoid any sort of confrontation. I hate those suckers. I have somewhat of a inferior complex. But honestly, I don't think it shows. I do what I want. I say what I want. I eat what I want. When I see something I like, it's hard for me to achieve it. However, when I see something I like when shopping, then I go for it in a flash. But sometimes I get picky about things. I get picky about what color to get, or what clothes to wear, or just what facial expression to use (hah). I hate the smell of acetone and yet I enjoy mixing up the color of my nails. I don't like asking for favors from people. I only accept favors that are within reason. I love music that makes me feel good and that make my heart race. This year is going to be a great year...academically. I'm gonna stick it to the man.
I'm in desperate need of an extremely comfy and soft body pillow...for those lonely nights you aren't here to hold me.
Okay, so usually I'm not a big Lifetime movies fan, BUT just recently, I watched A Piece of My Heart or Perfect Opposites (as some would call it). I wasn't expecting much, just the usual romantic mumbo jumbo that we all know and cherish. Plus, Martin Henderson looked like a quite charming young lad. The last time I cried over a movie was over August Rush, which still touches my heart. But this movie, dang it, tore down the dams of my tear ducts even if it was just for a little while. Everyone needs a good little weep every now and then. So here I am, watching this movie (I kind of missed the first few minutes of it but I'm guessing it didn't really show much, I got the gist of it though), and I made a few connections of my life through it. Especially one line that hit very close to home: "He adored me. It's what I needed at that time." I want to be adored. LOL. So if you ever get the chance, it's actually not that bad. Lifetime caught me in their little emotional movie vortex.
I think this is a big enough entry, oui? Til next time, I bid you adieu.
Sincerely,the girl with the quizzical brow.
Friday, September 26, 2008
the sidekick stories 06
the new school year has begun and the pictures come rolling out...
Some adolescents decided it would be a great idea to scratch out some of the letters and lines from this IKEA ad in the store.
They were right (especially the last word).
This is Risha's C3P0 keychain.
This is my Stormtrooper keychain.
Marielle and the indecencies of two-layered visors.
Lounging in my bedroom, thinking about the stressful days ahead.
Andy Warhol is awesome. It pretty much resonates when he can make something so simple look so cool.
Okay, this chick needs to go back to a time machine. I haven't seen this type of hairstyle firsthand before.
The Dark Knight, starring Julian Pabicon as the Joker.
"I was smiling inside the mask."
Hollywood Chihuahua, starring Marissa Vanilla as The Nerdy Dog.
I would like to introduce you to my bruise.
Yes, the one I got from slipping in the shower.
I named it Estupido.
Welcome to my new apartment!
This is the kitchen area, where we like to...toast bagels and...make fried rice.
This is the area to the right side of the apartment where Cynthia and Nancy live.
This is the living room, where we recently hooked up a large TV to watch on.
This is Frances' and my bathroom.
...and our awesome shower curtain...
...our toilet (keke)...hey, I wanted to give you guys the whole experience...
...and my room!
This is my comfy ass bed...
...and my 9-inch television as well as my workspace.
Well I hope you enjoyed the tour! Come and visit Frances, Nancy, Cynthia, and I (and our new maltese yorkie Porkchop, coming soon!)
Pretty delicious. Pretty cute.
Some adolescents decided it would be a great idea to scratch out some of the letters and lines from this IKEA ad in the store.They were right (especially the last word).
This is Risha's C3P0 keychain.
This is my Stormtrooper keychain.
Marielle and the indecencies of two-layered visors.
Lounging in my bedroom, thinking about the stressful days ahead.
Andy Warhol is awesome. It pretty much resonates when he can make something so simple look so cool.
Okay, this chick needs to go back to a time machine. I haven't seen this type of hairstyle firsthand before.
The Dark Knight, starring Julian Pabicon as the Joker."I was smiling inside the mask."
Hollywood Chihuahua, starring Marissa Vanilla as The Nerdy Dog.
I would like to introduce you to my bruise.Yes, the one I got from slipping in the shower.
I named it Estupido.
Welcome to my new apartment!
This is the kitchen area, where we like to...toast bagels and...make fried rice.
This is the area to the right side of the apartment where Cynthia and Nancy live.
This is the living room, where we recently hooked up a large TV to watch on.
This is Frances' and my bathroom.
...and our awesome shower curtain...
...our toilet (keke)...hey, I wanted to give you guys the whole experience...
...and my room!
This is my comfy ass bed...
...and my 9-inch television as well as my workspace.
Well I hope you enjoyed the tour! Come and visit Frances, Nancy, Cynthia, and I (and our new maltese yorkie Porkchop, coming soon!)
Thursday, September 18, 2008
slip n'slide
usually it's pretty funny when you witness someone slip or just plain eat it. But it totally sucks major balls when you're actually the klutzy person.
Today, I slipped.
And sure, I could mean that in the most metaphorical sense you can possibly imagine. For example, I slipped and fell into unknown territory when the boy I had been seeing for a few weeks told me he loved me. Or, I slipped into the mode of thinking that eco-friendly notebooks and filler paper would save the world when I saw how disastrous normal notebooks and filler paper are. I mean, there could be plenty of ways to reinvent the phrase "I slipped." And honestly, for once, I wish I did have a metaphorical reason to say those two simplistic words. But I don't. It's purely literal.
Bona fide shit.
I'm talking about I totally just ate it.
Not to mention, it was in the tub.
I seriously am not lying when I was super close to have some sort of liquid come out of my tear ducts. But to tell you the truth, this isn't the first time I've slipped and fell in the shower. It's the second time, yes, I've paid my dues. But that first experience was years ago. Over the past few years, I told myself that it wouldn't hurt so much: I mean, how dangerous could a tub be?
Way dangerous. Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous.
Ladies and gentlemen! Step right up! See the most accident-prone being on the face of the planet! Take a gander at her HUGE red bump on her hip! It will frighten young children, so be warned. This isn't for the faint of heart.
Marissa, you're lame.
Cry me a river.
Today, I slipped.
And sure, I could mean that in the most metaphorical sense you can possibly imagine. For example, I slipped and fell into unknown territory when the boy I had been seeing for a few weeks told me he loved me. Or, I slipped into the mode of thinking that eco-friendly notebooks and filler paper would save the world when I saw how disastrous normal notebooks and filler paper are. I mean, there could be plenty of ways to reinvent the phrase "I slipped." And honestly, for once, I wish I did have a metaphorical reason to say those two simplistic words. But I don't. It's purely literal.
Bona fide shit.
I'm talking about I totally just ate it.
Not to mention, it was in the tub.
I seriously am not lying when I was super close to have some sort of liquid come out of my tear ducts. But to tell you the truth, this isn't the first time I've slipped and fell in the shower. It's the second time, yes, I've paid my dues. But that first experience was years ago. Over the past few years, I told myself that it wouldn't hurt so much: I mean, how dangerous could a tub be?
Way dangerous. Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous.
Ladies and gentlemen! Step right up! See the most accident-prone being on the face of the planet! Take a gander at her HUGE red bump on her hip! It will frighten young children, so be warned. This isn't for the faint of heart.
Marissa, you're lame.
Cry me a river.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
they ask why
and I say, "because he tells me:"
I miss you when you leave me.
I love how you bring me lunch at work.
I'm sorry I always fall asleep after we eat.
I get really tired.
I love how you let me sleep after we eat.
Sorry if I am a little grumpy.
But work makes me grumpy.
I owe you gas money and gas money.
I think the lone act of appreciating someone is truly a charismatic feature in a person. It's so simple, yet so rewarding.
If I could say what I wanna say, I'd say I wanna blow you away.
Be with you every night; am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could say what I wanna see, I wanna see you go down on one knee.
Marry me today; I guess I'm wishing my life away...
with these things I'll never say.
I miss you when you leave me.
I love how you bring me lunch at work.
I'm sorry I always fall asleep after we eat.
I get really tired.
I love how you let me sleep after we eat.
Sorry if I am a little grumpy.
But work makes me grumpy.
I owe you gas money and gas money.
I think the lone act of appreciating someone is truly a charismatic feature in a person. It's so simple, yet so rewarding.
If I could say what I wanna say, I'd say I wanna blow you away.
Be with you every night; am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could say what I wanna see, I wanna see you go down on one knee.
Marry me today; I guess I'm wishing my life away...
with these things I'll never say.
*Don't ask me why I look like a little kid.
Friday, September 12, 2008
the word fucked
go look it up on urbandicionary.com. Out of those definitions, these are the ones that are hitting dangerously close to home:
- to be doomed to misery in the near future.
- doomed or destined for failure.
- utterly screwed.
- the state of having no future.
- to be in the worst possible situation at the most inappropriate time; usually spoken in accordance with the word "up" in a coarse manner.
As for dictionary.com, their terms are somewhat more...encouraging, to say the least?
- to bungle or botch; ruin.
- to act stupidly or carelessly; cause trouble; mess up.
- to act carelessly, foolishly, or incorrectly.
No, I take that back. Totally not encouraging. Rather, just another way to bring myself back to the reality that is my "fucked up" life and deal with it. Somehow. I think that website just has a much more scholarly way of spitting out the truth that is the word.
My heart rate has undeniably increased at such an alarming rate and the cause of this future cardiac arrest is the entire concoction of registration fees, late fees, parental reactions, chemistry classes, financial issues, my lack of motivation, my procrastination, and not to mention my own "what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-Marissa?!" antics. I'm turning 20 in 3 months, and yet I haven't grown up. This, unbeknownst to me until now, creates yet another conflict in my already UGH-life-stress-list. I have to figure out what to entitle my blog in 3 months, seeing as how I won't be a teenager anymore. What will I be referred to as? Tales from a Trivial Twenty-Something?! Mildly entertaining perhaps. (If you have any clever and quirky ideas, let me know.) Sigh, and the alliteration managed so well these past few months.
Why, oh why, does my life have to be so complicated? Someone kidnap me. Quick. Take me to a park. Take me to a swing set. And I want someone swinging next to me, telling me "everything's gonna be alright" over and over again.
Pronto.
- to be doomed to misery in the near future.
- doomed or destined for failure.
- utterly screwed.
- the state of having no future.
- to be in the worst possible situation at the most inappropriate time; usually spoken in accordance with the word "up" in a coarse manner.
As for dictionary.com, their terms are somewhat more...encouraging, to say the least?
- to bungle or botch; ruin.
- to act stupidly or carelessly; cause trouble; mess up.
- to act carelessly, foolishly, or incorrectly.
No, I take that back. Totally not encouraging. Rather, just another way to bring myself back to the reality that is my "fucked up" life and deal with it. Somehow. I think that website just has a much more scholarly way of spitting out the truth that is the word.
My heart rate has undeniably increased at such an alarming rate and the cause of this future cardiac arrest is the entire concoction of registration fees, late fees, parental reactions, chemistry classes, financial issues, my lack of motivation, my procrastination, and not to mention my own "what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-Marissa?!" antics. I'm turning 20 in 3 months, and yet I haven't grown up. This, unbeknownst to me until now, creates yet another conflict in my already UGH-life-stress-list. I have to figure out what to entitle my blog in 3 months, seeing as how I won't be a teenager anymore. What will I be referred to as? Tales from a Trivial Twenty-Something?! Mildly entertaining perhaps. (If you have any clever and quirky ideas, let me know.) Sigh, and the alliteration managed so well these past few months.
Why, oh why, does my life have to be so complicated? Someone kidnap me. Quick. Take me to a park. Take me to a swing set. And I want someone swinging next to me, telling me "everything's gonna be alright" over and over again.
Pronto.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
case file 04
i don't know what it is, but my motivation has been decreasing at an accelerating rate. I've just been so overwhelmed nowadays with things that have clouded my mind for the past few months. I'm learning new things about myself, these all-around case files, and they're just complicated puzzle pieces that I need to put together by the end of my lifetime.
My willingness to succeed has been gradually dwindling away to God knows where. It's a horrifying thought. Today, my entire viewpoint on academics completely changed. But here's the thing, I don't know if I'm actually motivated to spark a change in my life; to actually do something to make it better. Every time I say that I'm ready to pump it up, it just doesn't happen the way I imagined it. To tell you the truth, I'm still stuck in high-school-mode and that, my friends, is not doing anything to improve my life whatsoever. I hate knowing that tomorrow is another day that leads to my future and I loathe the fact that I have to do something about it to actually come out the way I want to. That's why life is so difficult nowadays.
I'm not sure if I need someone to push me to do better, or some catastrophic event to keep me grounded, but I just found out that my life is a catastrophe as is. It's catastrophic in the sense that it's both a blessing and a curse. Sure, I need a little oomph in my life, that little spectacular unexpected, spur-of-the-moment freedom to keep me balanced. But as of right now, the negative catastrophe is weighing in and its consequences will be the end of me...well, so I reckon.
Someone help me gain an incentive.
I need the motive to grasp what the world calls life...
...as well as my future.
(which I am COMPLETELY terrified of.)
My willingness to succeed has been gradually dwindling away to God knows where. It's a horrifying thought. Today, my entire viewpoint on academics completely changed. But here's the thing, I don't know if I'm actually motivated to spark a change in my life; to actually do something to make it better. Every time I say that I'm ready to pump it up, it just doesn't happen the way I imagined it. To tell you the truth, I'm still stuck in high-school-mode and that, my friends, is not doing anything to improve my life whatsoever. I hate knowing that tomorrow is another day that leads to my future and I loathe the fact that I have to do something about it to actually come out the way I want to. That's why life is so difficult nowadays.
I'm not sure if I need someone to push me to do better, or some catastrophic event to keep me grounded, but I just found out that my life is a catastrophe as is. It's catastrophic in the sense that it's both a blessing and a curse. Sure, I need a little oomph in my life, that little spectacular unexpected, spur-of-the-moment freedom to keep me balanced. But as of right now, the negative catastrophe is weighing in and its consequences will be the end of me...well, so I reckon.
Someone help me gain an incentive.
I need the motive to grasp what the world calls life...
...as well as my future.
(which I am COMPLETELY terrified of.)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
notable quotables
summer has been quite the time to come across some inspiring, powerful, not-so-inspiring, silly, witty, stupid quotes and I thought I'd share some with you that have made my summer a little bit more illustrious.
-Fuck that man. No one disrespects my girl. Find out where he stays and I'll egg his place.
-I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight, and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it.
-I heard this road is haunted.
-Haunted by what?! Cows?
-Maybe I ate something moldy. Now I'm gonna get cancer.
-If I could make someone dead with my mind, it would be you.
-Here's my thought on what we should do with this whole Mason thing. Once a week, we get some of my brother's loser ass friends to go over to Mason's house, ring his doorbell, and when he answers, they're just gonna BANG! junk-punch him right up in his man-business, and then he's gonna keel over; while he's writing on the ground screaming "WHY!!!," they'll go "YOU know why!"
-This is called multi-tasking in the power-bitch world.
-Well, she was a hamster, and now she's a guinea pig.
-Did you know I'm protective of you?
-I can't just sit here and have coffee with you. I love you. I know the other night didn't mean for you what it did for me, but I don't regret it and I haven't stopped thinking about it since is happened, and not just because it was great, which it was. But because it was right, it was so right, Lor. And you may not see that right now, but I do. And if I have to wait until we're both 80 years old for you to see it, then I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me, you're it for me. And I can't pretend to feel less that I do. I'm sorry.
-I'd still sleep on a park bench with you.
-Name the bench.
-Yeah, I went to the zoo, and now I'm a koala bear.
-She used the phrase "total internal destruction." Although I'm proud, total internal destruction? That sounds bad-ass.
Go find out where these quotes are from, why doncha? Oh please don't, it will demonstrate your lack of life. However, if these quotes ring any bells from your superior knowledge, then I congratulate you and give you a high five because that shows your well-roundedness...if that makes any sense whatsoever.
AND AND AND...
Just a mini-Alcocer Anecdote slash notable quotable for you:
m: crap, i'm scared haha
d: of what?
m: my practical, lol
d: pish posh, why would you fear such a trivial event in the universe.
m: because this trivial event leads to a grade that will practically place me in my status in that universe.
d: the universe care about a grade you got that YOU don't even care about?
d: foux de fa fa.
-Fuck that man. No one disrespects my girl. Find out where he stays and I'll egg his place.
-I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight, and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it.
-I heard this road is haunted.
-Haunted by what?! Cows?
-Maybe I ate something moldy. Now I'm gonna get cancer.
-If I could make someone dead with my mind, it would be you.
-Here's my thought on what we should do with this whole Mason thing. Once a week, we get some of my brother's loser ass friends to go over to Mason's house, ring his doorbell, and when he answers, they're just gonna BANG! junk-punch him right up in his man-business, and then he's gonna keel over; while he's writing on the ground screaming "WHY!!!," they'll go "YOU know why!"
-This is called multi-tasking in the power-bitch world.
-Well, she was a hamster, and now she's a guinea pig.
-Did you know I'm protective of you?
-I can't just sit here and have coffee with you. I love you. I know the other night didn't mean for you what it did for me, but I don't regret it and I haven't stopped thinking about it since is happened, and not just because it was great, which it was. But because it was right, it was so right, Lor. And you may not see that right now, but I do. And if I have to wait until we're both 80 years old for you to see it, then I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me, you're it for me. And I can't pretend to feel less that I do. I'm sorry.
-I'd still sleep on a park bench with you.
-Name the bench.
-Yeah, I went to the zoo, and now I'm a koala bear.
-She used the phrase "total internal destruction." Although I'm proud, total internal destruction? That sounds bad-ass.
Go find out where these quotes are from, why doncha? Oh please don't, it will demonstrate your lack of life. However, if these quotes ring any bells from your superior knowledge, then I congratulate you and give you a high five because that shows your well-roundedness...if that makes any sense whatsoever.
AND AND AND...
Just a mini-Alcocer Anecdote slash notable quotable for you:
m: crap, i'm scared haha
d: of what?
m: my practical, lol
d: pish posh, why would you fear such a trivial event in the universe.
m: because this trivial event leads to a grade that will practically place me in my status in that universe.
d: the universe care about a grade you got that YOU don't even care about?
d: foux de fa fa.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
the alcocer anecdotes 05
is there a time when this guy is not entertaining? I think not.
d: if I was about to die and you only had time to say three words to me, what would they be?
m: you were awesome. lol
d: lol i WAS? =(
m: well ur gonna die lol
d: aw man, how depressing, thanks a lot =/
m: YOU'RE the depressing one! what an awful question to ask
d: why am I depressing?!?! =[
d: ok i'll reverse this shit, I was JUST born, what three words do you say to me
m: nice chubby baby. lol
d: asfkl u suck, I'm not chubby =[
m: oh, well I was
d: fatty, lose some weight ^-^
m: my parents nicknamed me michelin
d: lol how cute, but ur not white <.<
m: but I had rolls, everywhere. on my arms, my legs
d: send pix imo, so i can laugh at ur existence, then blackmail you
d: i was very well-behaved supposedly
m: that's good, you WOULD -_-
d: YOU would =/
d: it makes sense tho, cuz it's all about balance
d: as i get older, i become more evil and badass
m: ah, the innocence fades...
d: pretty soon ur gonna see me walking the streets in a samurai outfit with a 5 foot blade katana
m: oooh those ARE badass
d: i will cut anyone who comes within 5 feet of me
d: do you want to be my trusty sidekick
d: you don't have to wear tights or anything
d: ...unless ur into that sorta thing
m: and what will I carry around?
d: a box of rats, and u will throw rats at people
d: how about a staff
m: oooh what about a wand
d: what the hell are you gonna do with a wand
d: speak in latin to people?
m: ur wand from ur wizarding/mage past
d: who said i had a wand?
d: i just threw fireballs at people, which may have just been fireworks i lit on fire
m: oh, I streotyped. fireballs are a diff story
Episode 4: Michelin Tires and Samurai Katanas
d: if I was about to die and you only had time to say three words to me, what would they be?
m: you were awesome. lol
d: lol i WAS? =(
m: well ur gonna die lol
d: aw man, how depressing, thanks a lot =/
m: YOU'RE the depressing one! what an awful question to ask
d: why am I depressing?!?! =[
d: ok i'll reverse this shit, I was JUST born, what three words do you say to me
m: nice chubby baby. lol
d: asfkl u suck, I'm not chubby =[
m: oh, well I was
d: fatty, lose some weight ^-^
m: my parents nicknamed me michelin
d: lol how cute, but ur not white <.<
m: but I had rolls, everywhere. on my arms, my legs
d: send pix imo, so i can laugh at ur existence, then blackmail you
d: i was very well-behaved supposedly
m: that's good, you WOULD -_-
d: YOU would =/
d: it makes sense tho, cuz it's all about balance
d: as i get older, i become more evil and badass
m: ah, the innocence fades...
d: pretty soon ur gonna see me walking the streets in a samurai outfit with a 5 foot blade katana
m: oooh those ARE badass
d: i will cut anyone who comes within 5 feet of me
d: do you want to be my trusty sidekick
d: you don't have to wear tights or anything
d: ...unless ur into that sorta thing
m: and what will I carry around?
d: a box of rats, and u will throw rats at people
d: how about a staff
m: oooh what about a wand
d: what the hell are you gonna do with a wand
d: speak in latin to people?
m: ur wand from ur wizarding/mage past
d: who said i had a wand?
d: i just threw fireballs at people, which may have just been fireworks i lit on fire
m: oh, I streotyped. fireballs are a diff story
Thursday, August 28, 2008
6 degrees
have you ever played 6 degrees of separation? Well, I have reason to say that I will soon be related to some celebrities. WOOT. Not one, but TWO celebrities. WOOT WOOT.
1. So there's my dad. My own flesh and blood. He's a dope guy. Cleans up pollution, saves the world. His company came up with carpool lanes. So yeah, he's a pretty awesome dude. He tells some of the corniest jokes, but that's why I love him. He also is in two bands and has gigs. What a rock star. Plays basketball. He really is Super Dad.
2. My dad's sister is a silly bean. She's like the funny aunt who loves to shop for designer stuff. She gives some bomb Christmas presents. Haha. She also laughs like there's no tomorrow. It's a good feeling, hearing her laugh. It brings a lot of joy to any situation.
3. One of her daughters is a complete artist. She started off painting crazy stuff (I really want her to paint me something). She has like a full-on wall-sized painting of herself. It's awesome. It's so artsy, and it sums up who she is. Then she started working at Nordstrom as a make-up artist. Not only that, she then started working for Versace. So yeah, she's as cool as it gets.
4. Her boyfriend of many years just proposed to her a few days ago. I met him and he really is a cool guy. A cool guy for a cool girl. They've been living together for like years now. Up north. Sigh, I want to live up north. Something different.
5. His first cousin, you may have heard of him, is Jesse James. THE Jesse James. Well, there's two Jesse James'. There's a western film star named Jesse James. (Brad Pitt did an entire movie about him.) And then there's host of Monster Garage Jesse James. He's covered in tattoo and is a complete hunk. Haha. Turns out, Monster Garage JJ is a "direct linear descendant of the famed outlaw." Rad.
6. Jesse James' wife is pretty famous as well. Her name is known as Sandra Bullock. She's the star of Miss Congeniality, she was in Speed, the Lake House was a cute movie--oh she's just completely fabulous. I pretty much grew up watching her movies, especially stuff like While You Were Sleeping. And I seriously think I learned to snort during laughter from her. She's a wise one, that Sandra. I wonder if they'll be at the wedding. Haha. Most likely, I reckon.
Soooo...I guess I'll be somewhat related to three celebs. Jesse James, Jesse James, and Sandra Bullock. What a cool thing. Sigh...and now I'm in charge of making up games for the bridal shower. What to do, what to do...
1. So there's my dad. My own flesh and blood. He's a dope guy. Cleans up pollution, saves the world. His company came up with carpool lanes. So yeah, he's a pretty awesome dude. He tells some of the corniest jokes, but that's why I love him. He also is in two bands and has gigs. What a rock star. Plays basketball. He really is Super Dad.
2. My dad's sister is a silly bean. She's like the funny aunt who loves to shop for designer stuff. She gives some bomb Christmas presents. Haha. She also laughs like there's no tomorrow. It's a good feeling, hearing her laugh. It brings a lot of joy to any situation.
3. One of her daughters is a complete artist. She started off painting crazy stuff (I really want her to paint me something). She has like a full-on wall-sized painting of herself. It's awesome. It's so artsy, and it sums up who she is. Then she started working at Nordstrom as a make-up artist. Not only that, she then started working for Versace. So yeah, she's as cool as it gets.
4. Her boyfriend of many years just proposed to her a few days ago. I met him and he really is a cool guy. A cool guy for a cool girl. They've been living together for like years now. Up north. Sigh, I want to live up north. Something different.
5. His first cousin, you may have heard of him, is Jesse James. THE Jesse James. Well, there's two Jesse James'. There's a western film star named Jesse James. (Brad Pitt did an entire movie about him.) And then there's host of Monster Garage Jesse James. He's covered in tattoo and is a complete hunk. Haha. Turns out, Monster Garage JJ is a "direct linear descendant of the famed outlaw." Rad.
6. Jesse James' wife is pretty famous as well. Her name is known as Sandra Bullock. She's the star of Miss Congeniality, she was in Speed, the Lake House was a cute movie--oh she's just completely fabulous. I pretty much grew up watching her movies, especially stuff like While You Were Sleeping. And I seriously think I learned to snort during laughter from her. She's a wise one, that Sandra. I wonder if they'll be at the wedding. Haha. Most likely, I reckon.
Soooo...I guess I'll be somewhat related to three celebs. Jesse James, Jesse James, and Sandra Bullock. What a cool thing. Sigh...and now I'm in charge of making up games for the bridal shower. What to do, what to do...
Saturday, August 16, 2008
you are a god, mr. sparks
nicholas Sparks, that is.
I came to the recent realization that it has been many moons ago since I've seen The Notebook or A Walk to Remember. So being the carefree person that I am, I decided to watch both of them. Right after each other. Now usually, this would be for some slumber party or some girly outing, but I'm not quite sure if it's healthy to have two sobfests all in one night within the time span of 4 hours. It's as if Mr. Sparks grabs this metaphorical bow and shoots an emotional arrow into my heart. I give him some serious major kudos to that literary romantic novelist. And although I may have tears in my eyes and will most likely have a semi-damp pillow to sleep on tonight, it just goes to show that these kind of things make me so feeble in my state. Speaking of which, I'm also not sure if it's healthy to picture all of these romantic spectacles and creating this perfect microcosm of how a relationship should be. I mean, sure, I want a star named after me. I want a temporary butterfly tattoo stamped on the back of my shoulder blade. I want to be taken on a boat ride into a lake full of swans. C'mon, what girl wouldn't?
Ugh, I can be such a girl sometimes.
Hello, my name is Vanilla, and I'm a hopeless romantic.
I came to the recent realization that it has been many moons ago since I've seen The Notebook or A Walk to Remember. So being the carefree person that I am, I decided to watch both of them. Right after each other. Now usually, this would be for some slumber party or some girly outing, but I'm not quite sure if it's healthy to have two sobfests all in one night within the time span of 4 hours. It's as if Mr. Sparks grabs this metaphorical bow and shoots an emotional arrow into my heart. I give him some serious major kudos to that literary romantic novelist. And although I may have tears in my eyes and will most likely have a semi-damp pillow to sleep on tonight, it just goes to show that these kind of things make me so feeble in my state. Speaking of which, I'm also not sure if it's healthy to picture all of these romantic spectacles and creating this perfect microcosm of how a relationship should be. I mean, sure, I want a star named after me. I want a temporary butterfly tattoo stamped on the back of my shoulder blade. I want to be taken on a boat ride into a lake full of swans. C'mon, what girl wouldn't?
Ugh, I can be such a girl sometimes.
Hello, my name is Vanilla, and I'm a hopeless romantic.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
the sidekick stories 05
chemistry isn't exactly my forte; photography from a cell phone, however, is another story. While summer school has been kicking me in the arse as of late, I'd like to take a quick moment to divulge in the recent photographs I have come across (okay, so I took them) of the days that make my life, well, mine. Shall we take a visual stroll? Let's hold hands.
First of all, I'd like to introduce you to one of my greatest friends, Risha. She's a bit of an academics-freak, but I suppose that why everyone loves her so damn much. (Psst, come here. It's actually because she's just a silly girl who makes silly comments who listens to silly music and makes me feel silly.)
This is her new apartment building.
She was really sad when she found out she was living on the top floor.
First of all, I'd like to introduce you to one of my greatest friends, Risha. She's a bit of an academics-freak, but I suppose that why everyone loves her so damn much. (Psst, come here. It's actually because she's just a silly girl who makes silly comments who listens to silly music and makes me feel silly.)
This is Risha. She's trying to find her new apartment.
This is her new apartment building.
She was really sad when she found out she was living on the top floor.
ps.
I found my own building.
Risha has a tendency to park far from the speaker at a drive-thru.
So she has to lean out. And shout at the speaker.
At this particular occasion, the lady just flat out told her:
"Okay miss, you need to stop yelling."
This is the after effect of late-night studying and lack of coffee.
Or maybe just my superior driving skills.
She woke up though...
when we started to stalk this SUV...
full of hot, topless, white, surfer guys.
I just think they mistake my awesomeness for the exact opposite. Oh well. Who gives a hoot. Alcocer wanted me to really buy it.
Risha has a tendency to park far from the speaker at a drive-thru.
So she has to lean out. And shout at the speaker.
At this particular occasion, the lady just flat out told her:
"Okay miss, you need to stop yelling."
This is the after effect of late-night studying and lack of coffee.
Or maybe just my superior driving skills.
She woke up though...
when we started to stalk this SUV...
full of hot, topless, white, surfer guys.
Speaking of things I notice while on the freeway...
look, an overturned car.
look, an overturned car.
On a more humorous note,
this is the solution to my fasha's lack of a bluetooth
(due to the new handless phone set law)
and his excess velcro pieces.
this is the solution to my fasha's lack of a bluetooth
(due to the new handless phone set law)
and his excess velcro pieces.
The new Chick-fil-A is open.
What's that?
A bird? A plane?
NO!
It's a dancing cow holding a sign.
What's that?
A bird? A plane?
NO!
It's a dancing cow holding a sign.
In other news, Robeks is trying something new.
Well, not really new.
But new to Robeks.
YOGURT!
WITH TOPPINGS!
Check out the new counter.
Well, not really new.
But new to Robeks.
YOGURT!
WITH TOPPINGS!
Check out the new counter.
My brother came home from Google.
He googles everything.
That googler.
And finally...
this is the photo I show people
when they tell me I'm stupid.
He googles everything.
That googler.
And finally...
this is the photo I show people
when they tell me I'm stupid.
I just think they mistake my awesomeness for the exact opposite. Oh well. Who gives a hoot. Alcocer wanted me to really buy it.
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