let's just cut to the chase..
what's the use of having a camera phone with no pictures?
People seem to get nostalgic about a lot of things they weren't so crazy about the first time around.
-- unknown
so i'm at my mom's work right now.. being bored out of my mind. came home at around 3.30am last night. the past couple of days have been good. here are some highlights
thursday:
watched the notebook with Lesbo&Yellie
- i laughed my ass off.
- pointed and laughed at Yellie for crying.
- the both of them were all mushy after the movie, as i sat pointing and laughing at old people.
- the concept was sweet though.
- that movie was more realistic than a walk to remember.
- cute girl, dying of leukemia, getting married at 16-18 years old? umm not so realistic. alzheimers disease pretty realistic.
- i'm not heartles.. i'm simply COLD HEARTED. there iS a difference.
- after movie we all went to jay's house and hung out..
- sad trip Lesbo had to go home early.
- hahahahaha! umm yellie your # is rising! i think you surpassed mine already! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!; ) you know what i'm talking about!
friday:
- didn't party. party scene is getting quite old, so i didn't mind the lack of partying for friday.
- had work at red robin. was there pretty late.
- i hate! i absolutely HATE one of my managers! grr!
- jay picked me up from work.
- quality time with <3him.
- left at around 3am.
i don't know what my weekend plans are. i'm doing something though i believe.. just not sure what. i am scheduled for work both days.. i'm hoping to get my sunday shift covered though, but we shall see how lucky i am with that. don't really mind if i don't get it covered i'm in need of the hours anyway. that's all from me as of right now. SEE YA!
so NOW i'm "hip!"
i have a cool new camera phone. =) yay to being cool and up to date with technology and finally getting a stupid camera phone. now i can take random pictures of things i like, and things i don't like so much. i believe with the help of my new camera phone my blogs will be a bit more interesting. oh and i did get a new # so folks hit me up with your #s so you can be cool and be part of my address book.. or i can be cool and have #s in my phone.. either way. i'm at work, and bored. i have work at red robin and i've had 3 hours of sleep.. yayy to being exhausted. `tis all from me for right now. i'm going to play with my phone some more.
that sirs is my cool new phone!
happy birthday america!
so my 4th of july consisted of me FiNALLY coming home, and basically just staying home. i was in real no mood to go out.. well i could have, but i chose not to. it felt good sleeping in.. i came home at around 4am yesterday and i woke up at around 3 this afternoon. yay to sleeping in for 12 hours! well anyways.. so i just lounged around the house.. ate some food, ate some kettle corn.. i was surrounded by fireworks.. so that wasn't lacking on my 4th of july. there was literally fireworks on all sides of me. i enjoyed sitting and watching for awhile.. but after a good 3 hours i was quite sick of the fireworks and just wanted them to stop, cuz some of them were a little loud and scary. well anyways.. my weekend was pretty good.. partied friday.. then partied saturday. friday was a sad trip and a half because i didn't even know i had work at red robin. i went to work in the morning with my mom, then went to red robin thinking i'm just going to pick up my paycheck.. then next thing you know i was scheduled for work and i had no idea. that was such a complete burn! so i went to work completely unprepared and bummed cuz my plans with my friend had to be put on hold. =/ sorry nicole! well anyways.. after that went to some party.. rolled with fransisco, melanie, jayr, and ofcourse jay<3.. the party was pretty chill.. saw some real old faces. then some drama ish happened that wasn't too cool. =( but it's okay what doesn't break us makes us stronger right? right! well anyways, after the party i just knocked out and that was something i really SHOULDN'T have done. oh well.. lesson learned. GO HOME! yep that's my lesson for friday night. saturday had work. came in fckin an hour late cuz again i didn't know my schedule. i thought i was supposed to come in at 5, next thing you know i was scheduled for 4! wtf?! NOBODY gets scheduled at 4! well whatever.. i called in. so it's cool. so i worked then went to a party afterwards.. went to a party where all the Highschool heads were going to be.. highschool reunion status.. it was nice seeing everyone again.. rolled with yellie.. that party was pretty gay.. they were charging boys massive amount of money, and it really didn't seem worth it. so we left and went to a party up at n.hollywood. that was chill. danced the night away. `twas a fun night. afterwards i went to jack in the box to eat some food.. and that was that.. took jay home.. and then came home to get killed by the momster. oh well it's all good now. now i have to be a good girl. WAiT i AM a good girl! 0=) well anyhow.. i'm bored and felt like writing.. there's nothing on TV. what the heck is the point of having over 300 channels if there's STiLL nothing on. i caught a piece of Bruce Almighty though.. i love that movie! i also saw some documentary about hookers. =/ it was very disturbing to watch, and it's HBO status so it's pretty umm uncut and stuff. no it wasn't like a porno! they didn't show them actually having sex and stuff.. but they showed like movements and what they said.. and stories.. eek the stories they shared! geez! very horrible! well anyways... that was pretty much my day.. my 4th of july was spent channel surfing. i realize that if i'm not spending holidays like this with my friends then i'm most likely going to spend it by myself..
YAY TO THE 80's
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "SIKE!"
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.
3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air." (In west Philadelphia born and raised..)
4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.
7. You know that "WHOA" comes from Joey on Blossom.
8. Two words: M.C. Hammer ...
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock."
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales"
12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons....
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
16. You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter Shack, House).
17. You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it.
18. L.A. Gear- mines were the ones that lit up for your info.
19. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten....
20. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books.
21. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"
22. You wanted to be a Goonie!
23. You ever wore flourescent clothing. and tie dye too!
24. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off.
25. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf....
26. You took lunch pails to school
27. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
28. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
29. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts.
30. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band
31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up.
32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.
33. You owned a pair of jelly sandals
34. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"
35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
36. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip 'n' Slide.
38. You have ever played with a Skip-It.
39. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's.
40. You've gone through this list occasionally saying "totally awesome."
41. You remember Popples.
42. "Don't worry, be happy."
43. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights.
44. You wore socks scrunched down..
45. "Miss MARY MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"
46. You remember boom boxes vs. CD players.
47. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!"
49. You remember watching Rainbow Brite and My Little Ponies
50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot!!!!!!
51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell," the ORIGINAL class.
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
borrowed from ms. Freda Lynn's LJ
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
i just wanted to get that on here and thank those who i immediately thought of when reading this.. to MY nice guys: robert, robin, nash, and ofcourse my nice guy 4 life Mr. Paulino i love you guys and i thank you guys so much for being my nice guys.
let's just cut to the chase..
