blogging in bolivia is tres difficult

but not really, i just don't get it. especially since it´s all in spanish and i´m a spanish school dropout. so for the past week and some i've been having nerdy blogger withdrawls. bolivia is okay.. our luggage took maybe 3 days to get here so i was flipping out for sure and i did not want to speak to anyone unless they could tell me where the hell my bags were. seriously.. i get way pissed when my clothing is in peril. i´m very superficial like that i guess... but i will be damned if someone steals shit. anyway, the things are here and i´m okay.. we leave for argentina tomorrow so i am beyond excited!! i heard argentinians are snobby hotties, but i mean, most hott people are, so whatever. my mommy enrolled me in spanish school when i was little and my teacher was argentinian and the way she spoke just blew my mind. i'm a fan of funny accents.
i went camping-hiking-rock climbing with my cousins and my sister and it was super fun. we went to this place called toro toro where dinosaurs used to play ( i even saw foot prints!) and i was feeling totally jurassic. sometimes, i really thought one of those flying ones would swoop down and kick my ass.. the pterodactyl or whatever... like the pink power ranger used to be. anways, totally jurassic. it took about 5 hours to get there from the city, and it was 95% offroading which is totally fun.. until you look out the window and see a giant precipice. thats the scary shit.. and it rained.. so the dirt became slippery mud and so on. definitely not a roadtrip for pansies.

spell check doesn't work here, and i´m not feeling too grammatical, so don't judge me. i have errands to do!

twenty twenty twenty four hours ago...

i wanna be sedated. studying is boring. i hate that i have 3 effing exams back to back on tuesday. okay, so it's my fault for flying out thursday and having to reschedule two of my finals, but still... three-three-hour exams in one day? thats 9 hours of my life i'll never get back. i'm going to be the grumpiest bitch in town until sometime around noon on wednesday. and then i get to drive 3 hours to get home. blegh. i don't know where i'm supposed to find the time to pack. or write that stupid paper for the stupidest class of my life. i get why i have to take DURRR business classes, but what i don't get is why i have to sit around writing papers for them.. seriously.. better things to do. i think teachers who teach dumb shit are vengeful.

i hate drinking soda, but what else can i do to stay up all night? i'm not one of those adderall junkies.. so i guess it's mountain dew time. i swear i'm going to be so effing pissed if it makes me break out. no final is worth THAT. at least it's diet so i won't be a fatty nerd on top of it all.

check the weather man, if it's the highs that get you down...

my skull and crossbones rainboots are finally here! i had to wait over a month for them but it was sooo worth it! now i have two pairs of rainboots (and counting..!) but it hasn't been raining as much as i would like it to. i mean, whats the point if i cant splash around a little? maybe i'll just move somewhere more rainy. anyways i was so excited i took pictures with the tag still on.. whatever, you'd be excited too if you'd been waiting since october for your skull boots. don't judge me. i'm going to be so pissed if see some other girl wearing them.. i swear.. she'll get the mother of all stare-downs..! i definitely need more pink hoodies now.

so last night was blegh. i swear my life is one big waste of an outfit. i really didn't get all dressed up to wind up sitting around arguing in my cupcake dress. i mean, if i knew it was going to be like that, i would have just worn jeans. okay thats a lie... my ass would be in sweatpants and i would have probably brought a snack.

on the bright side, everything is fine now.. and i leave for the motherland in 5 days!

rachel ray doesn't have shit on me

except of course a fabulous career and a television show.. oh yea, and theres the books and dvd's, but whatever. anyways, i'm not hating.. because i'm secretly in love with rachel ray. i swear, this is what i do when i turn on my tv: i go E!, MTV, VH1, Food Network and then TLC but only when i'm feeling queer- they aim to disappoint lately with all of their baby shows. i think House is on tonight and i am stoked beyond stoked. random. anyway, the highlight of my life is definitely the victoria's secret fashion show! this is why i made peppermint brownies, and also why i think i am the shit as of now. they are sooo gooey.. i definitely ate a row of them... its a wonder i'm not 300 lbs. i make up for my fattyness by eating really small meals, so i guess its okay. i really need to get back to going to the gym though..
i'm super jealous my sister went rock climbing.. i want to go! i really wanted to go kayaking last week when it was randomly nice out, but how much would it suck to fall in that super cold water? umm yea, lots. anyway, it's finals week so i should probably spend more time studying and less time blogging about desserts.

oh yea, i know it looks like the brownies have been sprinkled with crack, but i swear its just crushed candy canes... seriously, in the famously mocked words of whitney houston: "crack is whack." but then again.. so is bobby brown.. and that definitely took her a while to figure out. probably because she was too coked out.

drowning me in your promises, better left unsaid

dammit i hate finals.. i would totally give up this whole college thing, but i'm too smart to be a house wife, and not quite hot enough for trophy status.. so whats a girl to do but just tough it out? besides, i have a good 15 years before i'll worry about marriage. i guess if i was already 35 and still in school, i'd be okay with dropping out and being domesticated. but for now, i'll continue to run rampant. besides, i need my own dollars.. people who choose to be financially dependent on someone else are major sell-outs. yea, i said it.

you're so vain.. you probably think this blog is about you

three more days until the sexiest fashion show ever! i'm totally making the most delicious brownies ever to go with it. perhaps mint, or caramel... i made peanut butter last time so i think i should switch it up. yea, i blog about brownies. i'm super cool. if i wanted to talk about life and all of the parts that matter, i'd get a paper journal... and it would probably be a jordi labanda because he is so very rad. yea. totally.
i get to go fishie/grocery shopping today!! i have a fatty fish named coral reefer, and he needs new pebbles for his tank. he totally wrecked some of the other fish that he lived with before.. but i think it's because they started shit with him. my fish is the awesomest. i'm in between whether i want it to be a girl or a boy, because with fish, i'm pretty sure you can pick. unless they randomly get pregnant or something, how am i supposed to know its a girl? seriously.
eleven more days until bolivia/argentina! i'm actually excited to go... even though it means i wont get to spend winter break becoming a better snowboarder (which is lame beyond lame), i'm excited to see a new place. dammit, i wonder if i have to do all my christmas shopping pre-boliv or if i get a get-out-of-jail-free card for doing it post-boliv. we'll see... it's grocery time now.

chivalry's dead but you're still kinda cute....

so for some reason i don't have to be at work until noon today.. which i guess is fine since i woke up super late. but now i really don't know what to do with myself. i have an hour before i need to get ready and i don't know how to use it.. so therefore, i just won't.. at least for now.
i'm kind of bummed. last week, i chopped my bangs so i could be trendy and stuff, and because i hate my forehead, and i'm not sure how i feel about them. i was going for glam like nelly furtado, but i swear all i need to do is put on my glasses and i'm more geeky ugly betty-ish. especially on my costco card picture. i swear i'm the most unphotogenic person i know. i should just get braces again and complete my super awkwardness. whatever, today is my first day wearing my bangs straight down and not just to the side, so we'll see how this goes. maybe i'll go to changes before work and get a bang trim so i can be more 70's than 90's and hence more nelly than betty. i should probably get dressed or something...

ugh. this is what happens when i'm up and dressed at 8 am with no where to be until noon... i have mini photoshoots with myself. but on the bright side, i now like my bangs.

my cousin daniela smells funny

yea, thats pretty much it.

so 80's it makes my hair poof

thanksgiving break can never be too long. i am the Wii boxing and bowling champion at my house and i am damn proud of it. ha. too bad my sister will probably be really good by the next time i get home and she'll totally kick my ass.
i don't care what anyone says, pumpkin ice cream is delicious. and so is anything peppermint, especially peppermint hot chocolate. i ordered a damn ghirardelli catalog because for some reason, the hoodmarts in norfolk don't carry it. so i have to mail-order my fatty hot chocolate which i think is beyond ridiculous... especially since it is taking forever for the effing catalog to get here. i should probably buy it in bulk.... or move to san francisco... the mecca of ghirardelli fattyness.
i've come to the conclusion that i want to be a pastry chef when i grow up. mostly because i can bake, but i'm beyond dumb at cooking anything that was once alive (ie: chicken, beef, fish, whatever.) i make awesome scrambled eggs though.... maybe i'll just be a vegetarian so i wont have to worry about cooking chickens. genius. except i heard vegetarians get really wrinkled and that creeps me out. blegh. i think i like baking so much because i get to eat the raw dough/batter.. but i'm totally turned off by the idea of raw chickens. yea, that's probably it.
anyways, i'm officially pissed that i've been to bolivia 80million times and have barely seen any of it. i had to find out in the study abroad meeting about this awesome place called salar de something or other which they think used to be an ocean or some silly thing. i must go there immediately.
on a shitty note, i razor burned myself. i guess thats what i get for not using my skintimate.
on a fabulous note, the victoria's secret fashion show is on next week and i'm molto eccitato! it makes me think i'm being une grand lesbian but i don't think i care. so whatever, next tuesday night, you know where i'll be. and don't judge me... i do just what i want.

con affetto <3

brunettes are hott

so excited! i'll be home by tomorrow! but only if this damn weather doesn't get in the way. i hate driving in rain and i hate sitting in traffic, but at least i have my paris hilton cd..! no, but seriously... i do. anyways, i went back to being a very dark brunette today, and i'm getting my hair chopped off tomorrow. my life is SO eventful.

middle-aged, alone & peeing in supermarkets...

so i've been spending a lot of my time lately wondering when the hell i became so awkwardly clumsy. i've broken about 4 glasses since i moved in to my new apartment.. i even wound up kicking one off my table, and i wasn't even being all karate-like! two weeks ago, i was late for my test and to make it better, i tripped in the hallway in front of my class and not only did i put a bigger rip in my sweatpants, but i successfully broke my flip flops as well. yesterday, i dropped my yoplait at the grocery store and it splattered all over the place, including my moccasin which i was slightly livid about ruining but i'm beginning to get over it(it's kind of a process). anyway, the best/worst part is, it's not even the first time i've send shit flying at the grocery store.. a few months ago, it was a glass jar of very red salsa that somehow didn't make it from the cart to the conveyor belt-thing. so yea,i'm kind of the reason they have to do clean-ups on aisle 5. which reminds me of one of my favorite family guy episodes... you know.. when brian pisses all over the place.. i geek out every time.. gotta go

if the shoe fits, it's ugly

i'm clearly a huge loser for not going out on a saturday night, but that is neither here nor there. my excuse is that i was beyond tired when i got home from work today, and even though i tried to stay awake, i couldn't do it. besides... the scene is dead. my life has become one big waste of an outfit which only fuels my grungy desire to never take off my sweatpants. i have all these adorable outfits that are never worth wearing out. but then again, you only live once, so i should probably consider getting dressed every now and then. whatever. i'll be better when i turn 21 and can actually go places with dress codes... and then i'll be over it by the time i'm 22.

meanwhile, i'm counting down the days until i get to go home for thanksgiving! not just because i'm a fatass, but also because i'm a bit homesick. and okay, maybe it has something to do with the fact that i get to make all kinds of pie... but it's mostly the homesickness thing.

at least i tried

my weak attempt at beauty sleep failed miserably. plus, it rained on me and i wasn't even wearing my rainboots! however, i was wearing a very white t-shirt with a very blue bra underneath. cool! i love looking like a spring break floozy... not! at least i wore a bra. anyway... i really want sushi but i'm supposed to be on some kind of diet. some effing diet.. i ate a sandwich and i wanted to puke! che diavolo!

on a brighter note, i get to play at home next week and be somewhere worth shopping on black friday. gotta love it.

primo sonno

sooo i registered for classes today and realized that i probably have to take 6 language credits. which i guess would be fine since my spanish is muy terrible.. unless of course i'm jamming out to shakira.. i am beyond awesome at that.. but to be honest, i dont always know what the hell i'm singing about. maybe i will take italian so i can move to italy some day... nice. i already got my phrase of the day italian 2007 calendar! i'm so on this language thing. but now its time for beauty sleep... or ugly sleep.. we'll see how i wake up tomorrow. i'm shooting for beauty sleep. i'll cross my fingers.

mierda!

why are these things so damn addictive? i swear i'm going to have to drop out of school and devote my life to writing useless online journals. especially since they make my sister giggle. she's the one who talked me into it anyway... i blame her completely.

i should probably go to the library now and be super lame... i'd really rather watch food network all day and get beyond fat and jiggly. the best part is that i can't cook for shit and have few intentions to try, but i'm addicted to the damn channel anyway. it's like ESPN for fatties... i can't help it, don't judge me.

excellent

i am no longer a blog virgin.
this is (obviously) excellent.
on a shitty note...
i am now a blog geek...
but a fabulous one, nonetheless.