so not that anyone really cares... but i've been a totally bad blognerd lately. i got a new jordi labanda journal and have been writing in that instead of my online journal. i mean... it's labanda.. my artsy spanish boyfriend.. how can i possibly resist writing in my adorable jordi journal? i can't, clearly, and i won't, dammit. i dunno.. i don't get people who completely spill their hearts out via internet, and it's not that i have so much to spill, i just find it easier and more honest to write certain things privately.. and then i wind up writing everything in there.. even the totally not private stuff.. so i have nothing left to write online. i don't know. this is my sorry excuse for a post.
anyways, i've been randomly pissie lately. like, i get really irritated when guys get whipped on their silly girlfriends and are no longer allowed to socialize with the rest of the world. it's lame and it seems to be totally vogue these days. it's like they get wifey syndrome or something. whatever, i just threw up in my mouth.
school is totally weird lately. i feel like i have way too much free time and don't know what to do with it. i get major ADD watching food network and pretending i know how to cook or something. i did get my very first cookbook though.. so that all might change. i'm more excited about the cookie book mike bought me though. everyone knows i'm a fatty for cookies. it's cool though because i've been working out.. i swear. i got this adorable bikini in argentina and its tres skimpy.. it's pretty much my motivation for getting my ass to the gym. i mean, i'm not trying to look like i stole my bikini from an 8 year old or something.. that would just be silly.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
goodbye special ringtone
so i'm getting a new phone in a week or so which is bittersweet in a really lame way. i know it's dumb to get attached to a phone.. i mean, it doesn’t even have a camera in it and it's so very 2 years ago.. but i can't help it. my little nokia has survived multiple falls, a few angry throws, trips around the globe, a swim in a toilet, way too many boyfriends and just enough breakups. i don't even know how i'm ever going to get used to a new phone with all this bluetooth, mp3, emailing shit. the worst part is going to be transferring phone numbers, but since i have the awesomely bad habit of deleting people out of my phone in a blink, i'm pretty sure it won't be as bad as it could be.
maybe it's smart, or childish, or mean, or perhaps it's just immature, but when i get mad at people, i simply delete them from my phone. it guarantees that no matter what happens, good or bad, i'm just not going to call them. even if it gets to the point where i've forgotten about hating them or decided that i'm just over it, their numbers are out. i figure they can call me when they decide to stop being assholes and doing the shitty things that made me delete them in the first place. its silly that i have numbers in my phone from people i don't even remember meeting or who i haven’t even talked to since freshman year and i don't really bother to take them out. but if someone i actually like and see on a regular basis pisses me off to that special point, i don't even hesitate to get rid of them. suddenly, even if they meant the world to me just a moment ago, they become a thing of the past. i'm only thinking this way because i deleted someone like 5minutes ago. someone who i've deleted before and cut all ties to, but then they decide to call me weeks later to remind me that they still exist, are still an asshole, and are still one of my favorite jerks in town. they begin to inch their way back into my phone, and then back into my "favorites" list with the special ringer, and back into my life just to pull the same bullshit again. and i'm tired.
so, the point, as trite as it may be, is that i'm scrolling through right now wondering who i'm going to take the time to transfer to my new phone, and who else i'm just going to leave in the past to piss someone else off. it's a new year and i'm very tired of old drama and though my solution is immature, it's a solution nonetheless. besides, i'm enough of an asshole for the both of us.. two is just overkill. the end.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
to be continued..
how i loved argentina... let me count the ways:
freddo and volta changed the way i eat icecream. they had these adorable mini sugar cones and they shaped the icecream into a swirly form resembling jimmy neutron's hair. tres adorable and delicious. the best part is that they didn't use scoops there, they were more like icecream spades and i want some so bad! their dulce de leche icecream is to die for, and cubanitos at freddo are cigar-shaped chocolate treats filled with it. it fascinates me how much icecream people consume in other countries and how not-fat the general population is. i'm a fan, for sure.
el caminito was an interesting experience. the colors were vibrant and bold and semi ghetto fabulous. natalie and i had a mini modeling shoot by the train tracks and even played leapfrog over yellow cones while the parentals shopped around. there were amateur tango dancers on the streets and the girls slit was so high that i saw her cellulite. people dressed up as statues who would randomly change positions or smile at you if you contributed to their money box that thanked you for supporting the arts. i however, did not support the arts. not because i don't, i just didnt have any effectivo on me. we sat down for a while and i ordered a .5litre beer with a rather disappointing taste.. but learning about my mom's pin collection made sipping that shitty beer worth it. i laughed so hard, you just had to be there.. i have a very funny family.. i keep thinking we should be on some kind of bilingual reality tv show. anyways, the tour we were originally supposed to take flaked and was over an hour late coming to get us, so we wound up taking a bus there and back. my mom kept warning me to hold on tight since i'm not some kind of public transportation expert (i can handle metro, thats about it) but of course, i didnt totally listen and on the way home, i found myself flailing on the bus during a not-so-abrubt stop. i fell so fast, i didnt even know how the hell it happened. but the funny part is, i took my mom down with me..! i swear she probably hated me for a while but i was too busy laughing to notice. i really didnt know until later that day that i was the one who started it.. truly, i thought my mom was falling and grabbed me with her, but i guess her grabbing me was her attempt to stop me from busting my ass on a bus. i somehow held on to the pole the whole time while my legs went out from under me. all the while, my dad and my sister just stood there watching us flop around like silly american tourists and trying to blend in with the rest of the passengers and act like they didn't know us. see.. these are the times i wish someone was filming us, even if it never made it to tv. i mean, how funny would it be to watch that 5 years from now? my mom and i have a dvd of our trip to iguacu and my favorite part of the video is when we're on the boat and we go under this massive waterfall which knocks my $10 shades off and you just see me panicking about it. so funny. i swear.
freddo and volta changed the way i eat icecream. they had these adorable mini sugar cones and they shaped the icecream into a swirly form resembling jimmy neutron's hair. tres adorable and delicious. the best part is that they didn't use scoops there, they were more like icecream spades and i want some so bad! their dulce de leche icecream is to die for, and cubanitos at freddo are cigar-shaped chocolate treats filled with it. it fascinates me how much icecream people consume in other countries and how not-fat the general population is. i'm a fan, for sure.
el caminito was an interesting experience. the colors were vibrant and bold and semi ghetto fabulous. natalie and i had a mini modeling shoot by the train tracks and even played leapfrog over yellow cones while the parentals shopped around. there were amateur tango dancers on the streets and the girls slit was so high that i saw her cellulite. people dressed up as statues who would randomly change positions or smile at you if you contributed to their money box that thanked you for supporting the arts. i however, did not support the arts. not because i don't, i just didnt have any effectivo on me. we sat down for a while and i ordered a .5litre beer with a rather disappointing taste.. but learning about my mom's pin collection made sipping that shitty beer worth it. i laughed so hard, you just had to be there.. i have a very funny family.. i keep thinking we should be on some kind of bilingual reality tv show. anyways, the tour we were originally supposed to take flaked and was over an hour late coming to get us, so we wound up taking a bus there and back. my mom kept warning me to hold on tight since i'm not some kind of public transportation expert (i can handle metro, thats about it) but of course, i didnt totally listen and on the way home, i found myself flailing on the bus during a not-so-abrubt stop. i fell so fast, i didnt even know how the hell it happened. but the funny part is, i took my mom down with me..! i swear she probably hated me for a while but i was too busy laughing to notice. i really didnt know until later that day that i was the one who started it.. truly, i thought my mom was falling and grabbed me with her, but i guess her grabbing me was her attempt to stop me from busting my ass on a bus. i somehow held on to the pole the whole time while my legs went out from under me. all the while, my dad and my sister just stood there watching us flop around like silly american tourists and trying to blend in with the rest of the passengers and act like they didn't know us. see.. these are the times i wish someone was filming us, even if it never made it to tv. i mean, how funny would it be to watch that 5 years from now? my mom and i have a dvd of our trip to iguacu and my favorite part of the video is when we're on the boat and we go under this massive waterfall which knocks my $10 shades off and you just see me panicking about it. so funny. i swear.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
the chronicles of my clumsy ass
school has started again as expected. i was hoping to have a better schedule thats not so scattered throughout the day, but it's day 2, and i think i might sortve be okay with the way it is. i'm stoked beyond stoked about taking sailing this semester! i'm going to need a new pair of sperry's or something and like a head scarf with anchors on it. so exciting. i'm going to be the little girl and the sea! i can't wait to dip out on a sailboat... i just hope that i dont fall out.i've been really dumbish lately... i kicked my suitcase and wrecked my pedicure.. burnt my forhead with a curling iron.. and fell walking on colley avenue... all soberly. this stupid burn on my head looks gross! so now i have to wear my bangs down every day to cover it.. and risk burning myself again..
i just realized that i don't really have any new years resolutions... but i am learning random italian phrases with my daily culture calendar.. and i did this hip-hop dance aerobics class last night in hopes of not being a total fatty.. i sucked, by the way, but i'm working on it. hopefully by the end of 2007 i will be an italian-speaking sailor who can totally shake her ass.
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