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A Thank You note

I'm the type of person who is easily moved. I cried at the Hummel wedding in Glee, I get attached to fictional characters, I get sad beyond reasons about subjects that don't come up in normal dinner conversation. It wouldn't be wrong to say that I do blow some things out of porportion [#kanyeshrug].. And to my chagrin, I have the annoying knack of wearing my heart on my sleeve.

I don't know why I'm so upset, I think if anything though, I'm more really angry. In short, a teacher at my high school was recently arrested for "sexual harrassment". It makes sense that word has been passed around to my high school alumni, but having students misconstrue the facts (or in this case, lack thereof) is another thing. I'm relating back to one of my theories that I've come up with on how some people are so despicable.. (mostly derrived from my experience in the restaurant industry/people to people encounters).

It sounds extremely naive, but sometimes it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that not everyone has a good heart. Not everyone thinks before they say something, do something, or type it up on Facebook for the whole world to see. Not everyone has common courtesy, some people have no courtesy at all. Not everyone remembers that you are human being, and not what your job description says you are.

Anyways, what happened was that someone on Facebook had deemed this teacher a "rapist" when I'm sure everyone has seen the article and it didn't say anything about raping or even disclosing the sex of the victim. Being honest, I didn't look too much into what that person said, except for slightly shaking my head in disapproval because how is this funny mislabelling someone a rapist.. And this is someone who was part of our educational community. Teachers really put themselves out there.

However, my girlfriend DID say something about it. She commented on said person's status, wrote an entire paragraph explaining how it's sad to see people laughing at the expense of someone else's misery. And how falsely accusing someone of being a rapist just further discredits their reputation, which is exactly what all this publicity has done. This teacher has not only lost their job, but their reputation has been shot to pieces. An individual commented on what my girlfriend had said, as a counter argument. Ugh.. between you and I, I fucking hate this guy. He's disgusting and legit makes me want to punch him in the face. He said something along the lines of "He already ruined his reputation by doing what he did. Just because you love [teacher's name] doesn't make what you said right. If you can't accept that then you are SAD. Yada yada yada.. I have nothing substantial to say because I'm a flaming moron." I'm not being bias (maybe a tad).. he is a fucking moron.. and also a bigot for that matter. And guess what his profile picture is on Facebook? A blurry, pixilated, cropped headshot of the accused teacher. I'm going to go ahead and say that he's too hideous to put his real picture on Facebook anyway..

As my endnote, I've been kind of off lately with everything that's been going on in my life. I've been spending a lot of time with my family, pushing out a lot of my friends. I've been contemplating whether or not I've changed drastically from the person I was only a year ago, or if I'm just freaking myself out. AS MY ENDNOTE, I'd like to say I'm glad that assholes and jerkoffs exist in this universe, otherwise I'd lose sight of what kind of person I aim not to be. And as these individuals exude some of the characteristics that I hate the most in humanity, they remind me of my values and my morals. I'd like to thank them for never losing sight of the small small world they live in..

here's a toast for the douchebags. *kisses*

She said looks kill and I'm tryna make a killin'

Boy Wonder is finally upping his game. Yay, Boy Wonder!


I have been hibernating for the last week. Hauled up in my bedroom, laptop at my fingertips, hair in disarray, and an endless supply of hot green tea. I have occasionally gone upstairs for my feeding, but have yet to finish my term paper. UGHHhhh..!!! It's the understatement of the year to say that I have poor management skills. And that's just a nice way of saying that I'm a procrastinator.

Aside from pretending to do homework, I have made a lovely countdown for Mexico and have tacked it up onto my fridge for the world to gaze in awe:


Women definitely have a God-given instinct. It's called a women's intuition, or 'the gut feeling'. USE IT!!! It's telling you what's good.

At some point during almost every romantic comedy, the female lead suddenly trips and falls, stumbling helplessly over something ridiculous like a leaf, and then some Matthew McConaughey type either whips around the corner just in the nick of time to save her or is clumsily pulled down along with her. That event predictably leads to the magical moment of their first kiss. Please. I fall ALL the time. You know who comes and gets me? The bouncer.

-Chelsea Handler

Running

In the land of Meh

I think my period is on its way because I am feeling extremely meh. Meh meh MEH in the land of meh. Aside from meh, I'm also feeling irritable to the power of a million, and cranky like someone just woke me up from a good dream.

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When I'm about to get my period, several things start happening:

1) I break out. I usually get a pimple somewhere and this time it's my forehead.

2) I become positively RAVENOUS. I want to eat everything in sight. Today, Elissa and I made a Safeway run to grab chips and spinach dip.

3) Many thanks to my hormones, I get really emotional and I start doing stupid things like.. oh, I don't know--texting ex-boyfriends.

4) I bloat like there's no tomorrow. *shakes fist*

In other news.. I had an exhausting weekend. Celebrated my girl Erin's birthday at Republic on Friday night. Two of my fav girlies got together and got ready like old times (I seriously love those 2). Got home at 5AM and got up two hours later to go to work. I went to work wearing the same makeup from the nightbefore. I even announced in the car ride back, "Fuck it. I'm not washing my face tonight." Carver says, "Ewww.. Are you at least going to brush your teeth?" I'm like, "Dude.. If I were to choose between the two, it'd be my face. If I'm not washing my face, no way am I brushing my teeth."

DON'T WORRY. I brushed my teeth when I got up. I went out on a limb for everyone in that restaurant to brush my teeth that morning..

Saturday night was just bad. I don't even want to recollect the details. It had to do with my friend, the birthday boy, puking in my girlfriend's car.. on her new beige leather seats. And he woke up the next morning asking what happened and laughing cause he didn't remember..

Anywho, I should sleep!! I'm falling back into the same bad habits as last semester. SMH... This is no good!!!!

a quickie

TBH: I never really understood what the F was going on in Le Petit Prince.. I read it when I was maybe 8 or 9 (more like had it read to me). It's on my list of must-reads before I die. I just remembered he was hella weird.. I mean, what if he's just another Christopher Boone?

This week has been slightly better than they usually come. Gorgeous weather, one of my fav's birthdays, seeing La Familia, no fights with my mom (it's been all love lately).. and then there's these gusts of people coming back into my life.

Like whaaaa--?

It's funny, because last week when Nicolle and I were talking on her patio, we stumbled upon the very subject of people trying to squeeze their way back into your life. It's because the night before, someone had asked me if we could have a "fresh start" and I straight up said, "I don't believe in fresh starts." Because I don't. A broken bone will never be as strong as it was before it was broken. There will always be ugly reminders and the awkward pause when you run over a touchy subject.

Anyways, I asked Nicolle if she believed in fresh starts and she said "Sometimes." She explained that it really depended on the person. If she loved the person, of course.. she'd want them back in her life too, despite some bad memories. On the contrary, if she was fed up with this person, she'd tell them to back the fuck up and don't get too close. Nobody wants to go through the same kind of hurt again.

And that's kinda how I'm feeling right now. I have on friend who I used love very much, and we got into a bad place where I just couldn't handle it. I'm a non-believer when it comes to being someone's best friend, and it's cutting it close for me when it comes to having several "best friends". Anyways, long story short, we had sooo many fights. So many rough patches. So many "let's make this work" and it just couldn't.

It seems as though now, we both realize, that the only thing we really needed was time. And time has really changed both of us. For the better though (Thank God). This is person is my "biased fresh start case". The next one is really irritating me.

I'm not sure if I'm more irritated with myself or with them. While it's comforting to have old friends back, it's also frustrating how you have filled their void and continued living your life, and then they just wanna waltz back in?

Like hell no. I got used to not having you around.

It's like going on menopause then having flow come to town. Like I thought you were GONE FOR GOOD and I WAS HAPPY TO SEE YOU GO, but now you're like "I will do anything to be your friend again." Um..

Who said I want anything to do with you?

It's called doing what's good for you, and even though you weren't so bad; I told myself that any person who walks out on their friend just because their girlfriend told them to, is a good boyfriend but no friend of mine. Close, but not quite.

I am GENERALLY a very forgiving person, and to be honest, I will probably forgive this douchebag in a few weeks.. but that doesn't mean things are going to be the same. I'm telling you now!!! *shakes fist* (Blogspot as my witness, and to whom it may concern.)

On a brighter note.. I'm in the midst of planning my 19th birthday and it's been breeze so far, thanks to my friends who have been ridiculously cooperative about it. My birthday falls smack in the middle of midterm season, not to mention my actual birthday is on a Tuesday; yet they've all promised they'd be there on my actual birthday and whatever other day I choose! They're either as amazing as I think they are or they're just a buncha party animals.. *shifty eyes*

I'm kidding.. I'm actually more touched than I should be about their cooperation and support. It's really annoying, but I can't help but say how much I love my group of friends. We've been friends since we were FIVE. They're legit my second family.. I wouldn't have it any other way then spending my time with them.

I'm off to bed, day 1 of my 3-midterms-in-a-row streak is about to begin ;) Wouldn't miss that for the world..

Even bad memories have a place in a good life.