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.