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1. comment with your name.
2. i'll tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
3. if i were to apply an o'clock to you, i'll tell you what it would be.
4. i'll try to name a single word that best describes you.
5. i'll tell you the most memorable moment i've had with you.
6. i'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. i'll then tell you something that i've always wondered about you.
8. put this in your journal as well.
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1. How cool is stoopy?
stoopy is one bad mutha...oooh shut yo mouth..lol
2. What is your favorite sammy moment?
hmmmt this is hard. i guess all my inebriated moments with the boys.
3. Who is your favorite baseball team and how many times have they lost to the Redsox haha?
i'm a yankee fan and what? we're arrogant not ignorant. i'll give your ur props but i still don't like those sox! oh yeah my fave teams are yanks and marlins.
4. What ahve you been doing this summer and why haven't we hung out?
working at fiu, being a lush, i don't know. just cuz u think ur a rockstar and ish,it makes u too cool for hialeah people i guess..lol
5. What's your favorite movie and why?
i have 3...
1-the lion king: it's the best disney movie ever ya heard!
2-the sandlot: i just hitnk it's an awesome funny movie and i love baseball
3-newsies: i love the songs
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Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
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by marlinsfan19
1. If you had 3 wishes, what would they be?
1-To make my mom healthy again 2- life to be a little less stressful but not completely stress"less" cuz then there's no fun 3-a cure for terminal illnesses.
2. What's your biggest fear?
losing a loved one before due time
3. What is the main pro and con of being in a sorority?
pro: you meet a whole bunch of fantastic people and make special bonds with them. apart from that you learn a lot about yourself from accepting your faults to recognizing your positive attributes while still remaining humble about them.(it sounds corny i know but hey this is my case people!)
con: sometimes it seems to high school like in the sense that some people are still in the shit-talking stage. also with relationships, everyone knows your business.
4. Your favorite alcoholic drink?
my man jose cuervo! it's the one sure thing.
5. Tell me one postivive and one negative thing about me.
negative: your gayness with zo os a tad bit overwhelming sometimes
positive: you seem very genuine in caring about people.
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions
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I haven't updated in a while...i sometimes want to but it's been so long that i have so much to write and just don;t have the energy or time for it. With that being said i guess i'll do a half-ass entry. w/e who cares..livejournal SUCKS BIG BALLS nowadays. what the hell happened to all the funny entries from my girls? i guess myspace is consuming our time now. eh w/e here are some snippets kiddos
*my name is veronica and i'm addicted to myspace
*cinco de mayo was cool. reminded me of old times in high school somehow
* i got two free visors from D&N. good shit cuz i wouldn'y have paid for that crappy ass embroidery anyways.
*sammy semi-formal afterparties were fun except i got emotional for a bit
*jill is a good person. she takes care of me when i'm inebriated.
*she has not been emo which is good.
*heka is down for the summer. she will be my lunch buddy on tuesdays (for summer A) at least.
* we make fun of people that think we're paper sororities and i love it...haha.
* i didn' chill with yvette once again.
*she has a new penis and his name is DAVID. that was surprising. and by penis i mean boyfriend not a vibrator with a name.
*can't wait till sammy rush and their foam party
* i have become a camera whore.
*i love my little one!
*i got a new pimp ass lettered sweater
*i love going out with my girls
* i've come to realize that in all my drunk going out pictures gina is in like 89% of them. she wants my babies.
* I am sooooo over someone (and that is not sarcasm)
* I LOVE jose! he is the only sure thing.
* livejournal sucks ass now
* i miss cindy's lj entries with a bizzilion drunk clubbing piks
* i miss my starbucks crew
* i'm hoping to see vane and binky tomorrow
* lorraine quit which means no more free caramel fraps. i might as well hand over my checks to starbucks now lol
* monica...WHERE ARE YOU MY CARAMEL TWIN??!!
* i am now on D*phi*E e-board. I am member-at-large.
* i've been doing good i must say. a lot of work to catch up on but i'm proud of myselfsister this fall.
*extreme make-over house edition or w/e makes me cry every time i see it. it's my fave show.
* i want to be pledge mom or asst. pledge mom some day.
* i am currently MAL and sisterhood chair...can't wait to just be MAL
* rosy needs to come back
* my mom's health worries me a lot. much more than anyone can think of. for every 3 steps she tales forward, she then takes 2 steps back.
* i wish i could help my dad with everything.
* i wish i could cry whenever i wanted to. it's so hard to hold stuff in.
* i want to make my very own space in the world where i could orb to whenever i want to vent and cry out my problems.
* i've realized what my drinking point is before i get plastered and although i love it, i realized i need to slow down with that.
* i want to buy my parents a huge house
* i want to rent for memoriaL
* i wish some of my friends saw what they are really worth.
* i need..scratch that...i WILL learn how to drive this summer.
* i need a fake i.d.
* i got a root canal. when i went the 2nd time i cried from the pain.
* the last time, they numbed me with some shit i think they numb horses with cuz i was actually falling asleep through it all. i couldn't feel ANYTHING!*
* joei makes me laugh a lot.
* i don't care what people think but listing stuff like this clears my mind so i will be doing that more often.
umm ok i'm done for now. Bye...good nite.
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This is kinda long but worth reading. i found it on myspace. the first half is good. the second just ranting but w/e at least read some. this goes out to my girls experiencing problems with stupid boys! : )
Ode to the Nice Girls
This rant was written because a nice girl finally snapped:
I've read the tribute to the nice guys; this is my response.
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
By Jessica Leigh Griffith
jlg421@psu.edu
Copyright 2004-2005 by Jessica Leigh Griffith
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Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
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SGA Elections Tuesday and Wednesday..April 5th and 6th!!
Vote MORGAN DARITY for Rep-At-Large
"Bridging the Gap One Student at a Time"
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so as my adult adhd kiked in last night as i was trying to study i found tehse sex and teh city quotes. i nerv watched the show since i have no cable but they were just so funny and witty that i had to share....
here goes./..
I admit it's tempting to wish for the perfect boss - the perfect parent - or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got.
I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in wtih someone.
People go to casinos for the same reason they go on blind dates: hoping to hit the jackpot. But mostly, you just wind up broke or alone in a bar
Yes, I'd like a cheeseburger, please, large fries and a cosmopolitan
I wanted a man who'd commit, not a man who was committed. Apparently we have to be more specific. .. HA-HA JILL..
You have to figure ... if the world's fattest twins can find love, there's hope for all of us. Somewhere out there is another little freak who will love us, understand us, and kiss our 3 heads and make it all better.
Men, they may have you on your knees, but you've got them by the balls.
I don't believe in the Republican party or the Democratic party. I just believe in parties.
I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly. As an asshole.
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so yeah i am work right now myspacing, LJing, and facebooking..lol. today i've been pretty melancholy. i was awoken by cries at 5 in teh morning. it was my mom leaving for the hospital scared of her operation. she is getting the temporary cathater taken out and they are putting a permenent one in her arm. it's a pretty detailed surgery because they inset a tube into your ams and work with teh veins and arteries quite a lot. she's scared shitless but it's much safer than what she has now.
when he left i couldn;t sleep. i cried for about an hour reflecting on everything that has happened these past 12 months. it was one year ago today that we had to take her to the hospital and we found out she had all these problems. it was one year ago today that our life changed. it's funny though, because people may see me with a smile on my face yet they may not have a clue of the shit me and my family are going through. i don;t even want to go into detail because honestly there would just be too much to say. i guess you have to be in my shoes to realize all the ups and downs that have happened since last year. i never expected for my mom to become this sick. at teh same time i feel selfish because i know that there are people with worst scenarios out there. i just wish that she wouldn;t have to go through this pain anymore. i wish my dad wouldn;t be so stressed out. i wish it would BE me instead of her.
on a positive side though, she is doing much better with teh dialysis. there are always rainy days though but she somehow gets herself back up. her life is pretty rocky because u never know when ur going to have a good day or not. reagrdless though, in a way, i thank god for thsi past year. it has brought me and my parents so much closer. i have this new found respect for them. i see them soo much stronger. as corny as it sounds, they've become my heroes. i look at how no matter what cards they've been delt, they continue playing the game. i look at the love that theyhave for eachother and realize that these two people were definitely meant to be. when i find someone, i want it to be the kind of relationship they have.
apart from that, i myself, feel that i have grown as a person. thsi past year has made me realize that i am a lot stronger than what i thought i was. i never thought that i would have to face these battles in my life. from family, to personaly stuff, to becoming more thankful for life, i have changed. i guess you can say that from a bad always comes out a good.
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so as most people know, last night made one week since my worst/yet funnest experience with alcohol. i cam across this through jill and thought that it fit perfectly. here goes...
Dear Alcohol:
First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail,
a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holiday's hidden inside
chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:
1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?
2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with WINE & topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are >beyond me.
Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.
4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable! My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal & in no way interfere with my daily activities.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great
stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order
to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances
above & address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions & hopefully we
can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you,
Your biggest fan
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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
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i decided to split entries cuz it was really long. yeah people i'm bored at work so i don't want to hear it.
on to last night now...
i have come to the conclusion that a getty at norbterts = veronica getting really wasted! i'm scared to go back there..lol. so i ride out with cindy and gina cuz we're gangsters like that.lol jill brings me my bottle of cuervo. i was like dmn homie i'm sober so i need to chug it. yeah i never cease to amaze myself with my tolerance. i chugged str8 from teh bottle and killed it practically by myself in less than 10 minutes. then a shot of 151 (grossssss). low and behold, veronica got WASTED!!! the nicas that were there bonded...lmao. b, danilo, his friend nancy and me were reppin them indians taking tribe piks in the kitchen...lmao. b and danilo were then acting like the cockiest big and little combo ever saying they were the cutest (lol) bro, we were all wasted!!!! then beta sigma and delta zeta (my pledge class) became one...lmfao! we're pledge brothers and pledge sisters, wat wat! we apparently united and started claiming that fall '03 runs this shit. what can i say though. we DO!! so HOLLA!!ha-ha. thank god for my camera though. i have some funny ass piks bro. me and brigette apparently thought we were in a photo shoot and kept on taking piks over and over...lol. i see today, that i got some of b passed out and apparently i thought i was some kind of gangster. there's a whole bunch of me with the boys throwing up a W for west side. yeah i kept on saying west side hialeah nigguh...lmao. can't wait to get them developed. so danny g took me home finally and i was sooo drunk! i think we stopped @ walgreen so i could go pee but i don't remember too well..lol. i kept on complaining that i was too drunk to go home and that my mom was gonna notice. my phone was blowing up with her calling me. i don't blame her i got home at 4:30 when i told her i'd be back early. next time i make plans to stay over someone's house.
although me memories are a tad bit blurry all i gotta say is GOOD TIMES!!
p.s. to my sassy's and what nots....dale!! ayy party this weekend. SeaCoast Suites better watch out..lol! they're not ready for what's gonna go down! ; )
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spring break is at midpoint and i must say that i've had a good break so far. first and foremost i went camping which was GREAT!! i loved it. i didn;t think i would be able to survive but i did, thank god. as good as it was though, that shit is for white people!! us miami hispanics aren;t cut out to be there too long..lol
on friday i went to go buy the food and no one can help us fit it in their car so we had to stash it all in binky's saab. oh my! rosy didn;t fit so she was gonna stay and everything. we looked like we stold a supermarket. binky was like, if we were in somalia we'd be taken for ransom for all the food we're carrying...lmao. so after a 3 hour drive and all the missions we finally get to the camp site like at 8. as soon as we get there binky hit a car..lmao. we didn;t know if we hit it or not, actually, we thought we hadn't so we just pulled off driving but then security trakced us down. the guy didnt even know that we hit his car. it was his neighbor that went and called him. it turns out to be an old man that couldnt even see well. blah blah everything turned out fine.
that nite was so frkn cold!!! it was in the 40s. seriously i thought we were gonna die from hypothermia. leigh aka mountain woman as i like to call her made a camp fire which was awesome. had to be the gringa to do it...lmao. we made smores, bar b q, set up the tent and all that good stuff.
saturday we were suppose to go canoeing. oh my sweet baby jesus what an adventure that turned out to be. so it was me binky and morgan in a canoe. mind u, i can't swim and bianca is super nervous and had had a seizure feeling earlier. as soon as we set out i see 3 of my girls fall into the water cuz their canoe flipped. now let me tell u. this is a REAL river. like the water is brown, trees are everywhere, and their are alligators. so we see that they're practically drowning, NO JOKE!! we then stop to help them but we hit a tree in doing that. we almpost flipped over. at this point i'm super scared of it flipping over and i'm hearing the other girls screaming for help in teh background. binky doesnt stop screaming everytime the canoe would move and i would just snap back at her! she got me even more nervous when she said that she was scared of getting a seizure in the middle of teh trip because it was too much for her. at this point the other girls that flipped had swam about 100 yards in teh middle of the river to get to shore. meanwhile we're stuck in teh tree and we couldn;t see anyone so we start screaming for help. we finally see a group of our girls walking so we screamed for help. they came and finally pulled our canoe to shore. turned out that anotehr group of girls tried to help the first canoe (vp, po, laura) but in doing so they flipped!
this is where the fun began. so 12 city slicker sorority girls are now stuck in the wilderness!!!! yeah, we were like a serial kiler rapists' thanksgiving feast! we thought of just walking along the river to find out way back but we couldnt because it would cut into swamps and other water holes or w/e. we jumped a fence to try and find a trail but as we started walking we ended up at the fence again. it was super fun at first as we were cracking jokes, eating our snacks, and making shoes out of wheaties boxes and shirts for the girls that had lost thei sandals in the water. yeah, after like an hour we're like ok this isn;t cool anymore. there's no one there. we felt like we were on survivor or seomthing. we were scared of it getting dark and realy getting hypothermia because it gets really cold at night and we were in beach clothes. soooo, morgan, michi, and lauren then go back to a creepy cement house that was there to see if they could find people. it was in the middle of a whole bunch of tree surrounded by barbed wire. dude, it was stuff that u only find in scary movies. so they go through the wire and somehow started screaming for help. finally we see two cars pull up so we start screwaming and running after them. it was two ladies that lived on teh other side of teh woods that said they heard screaming. so we tell them our story and their like we'll take u back to the camp grounds we just need to go back to the house to get our license. then we're like "but we have to wait for the 3 girls that went to the creepy house" and one of them wa like "oh my husband prob already caught them" and we're like "CAUGHT???!!!" so w/e they finally took us back to the campgrounds. the people were from some wierd crhistian sect that were almost amish. they made their own clothes, home schooled their kids, named their kids with israeli names and a whole bunch of other stuff. if it wasn't for them we'd still be there. oh yeah and to make thing better they told us that a 12 ft alligator lived exactly by one of the swamps we were by. mind u i popped a squat right next to the pond not knowing that that could be the last pee i could ever take!..lol
so yeah that to me was my camping hilite! troop berverly hills/brothers to the rescue!!!! wat wat ! i earned my wilderness patch bias...lol
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Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
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| Time: | 7:25 pm. |
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to raynard (aka BABBY DADDY) morgan,
i WILL make a list of my skills. patience is a virtue. you have to help me with it though for it shall be a very very very very ridiculously looong list!!!
-your baby momma, vero
i know you like the purple & gold skills...lol
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Saturday, March 12th, 2005
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| Time: | 10:35 pm. |
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i feel trapped! it's 10:35 on a saturday nite and i am home and from the looks of it, it's gonna stay that way. i feel like i havent gone out in the longest!! and it's tru. i haven;t really gone it since feb 12th to be exact. i know many of you might be saying, no big deal deal but when you feel like u want to spend time with friends, u wanna forget about ur stresses and just get out, it IS a big deal! these past couple of weeks haven't been easy. i've been trying to keep up with my classes and it's a bit harder than i thought. i mean the last weekend i got out was the weekend of crush that i went out with the girls. the following weekend i was moving, then came dance marathon and now it's this weekend. thursdays i have chapter and it's a bitch to find a ride and next weekend i have to go camping. i miss hanging out with the girls so w/e i guess i'll just wait till the rent! seems to be my only free time.
it's not even much of free time it's just dealing with everything. no one understands how stressed i've been. people THINK they do just because i tell them the basics but they don't even know a quarter of the things i'm going through. for instance, i am now living at my grandma's. i love the old people to death but they are not easy to deal with. they have an opinion about EVERYTHING and everything i do just seems not good enough or they find a fault in it. like last week they picked me up from DM. i was explaining what it was and my grandfather is like well why are u doing that? it's just extra curricular. what's the good in doing so much sacrifice if it';s not even helping out ur grades???? HELLO!!! WTF??? it's for charity. i bet if it was something that had to do with their religion, even if it was extracurricular theyd have a smile on their face. that's another thing. everything i say they find a way to preach about their rekligion. i swear i feel like screaming I DON"T CARE!!!! i have my beleifs and that's it.
apart from that they act like i am being a closed minded bitch when it comes to my mom being sick and i'm not. my grandma does everything with good intentions but she tries pushing my mom too much. she thinks that my mom is completely handicapped and shes not. they jut want her to lay down24/7 and instead that depresses my mom. like the other day, they were bitching at my dad as to why he doesnt get rid of my moms car because shes not driving right now. they were telling him to get rid of it as if shes never going to drive again. MY MOM WILL GET BETTER DAMMIT! IT'S JUST TIME! EVERYTHING WILL GET BACK TO NORMAL AT SOME POINT but they don;t see that. ayyy it's hard man.
my mom has been depressed because she is sick, my dad is stressed because of financial stuff, being in charge of moving all the stuff by himself and dealing with my grandparents being bitchy with him. I swear i don't know how he did it. my poor dad has been through hell and back these past couple of weeks. on monday nite he didn't sleep. he worked through the nite moving all the final big things by himself. i felt horrible for him. he started getting chest pains from the stress and everything.
as for me i need to get use to this whole lifestyle change. i kind of feel like
i am in a house but not in my home u know. worst part is that i have no one to vent to. lj is my outlet and even so i can't completely express everything i am feeling. i know i have my friends but i still don;t like to randomly call people and be like listen to this...blah blah blah! although my dad vents with me i still dont like to vent qith him because i don't want him to feel even more burdened with my feelings. a lot of times i just cry when i'm by myself. after i feel so good. i may not be saying anything but i just think to myself and cry my worries and stresses out. i just keep reminding myself that it can be worst and that's really what keeps me going.
wooo that felt good! anywho, i still want to go out but w/e i guess some other time...late.
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Dance Marathon began yesterday and finished today. 25 hours of no sleep and on your feet. I must say it has been one of the funnest, yet most painful things i've done in my life. For those of you that don;t know what DM is, it's an annual dance marathon at FIU which fundraises money for Children's Miracle Network, teh foundation at miami childrens hospital. Basically you have to fundrasie money to be a dancer, moraler, or any other thing. I was a dancer this year and plan on doing it every following year. NO SITTING OR SLEEPING FOR 25 hours!!! crazy i tell you but definitely worht it. after seeing all teh testimonies from those little kids it feel damn GOOD to know i sacrificed my time and my body, which is in mad pain right now, for them.
so i woke up yesterday at 7:30 a.m. and didn't go to sleep till 5 p.m. today. like 34 hours or something of being awake. anywho, everything started out yesterday when i got to school and registered. the theme this year was superheroes. my team was the quailmen superstars. zo made us queailment costumes but we looked more like teh penis heads...lol. zo was my morale captain which was cool. then everything got started 12. everyone was hyped up up and there were different activites going on. there was a rock climbing, games, radio stations that came, dance contests (dm 360...lol)laser tag, performances, and the BOUNCE HOUSE>>>MY FAVE!!! we'd lay down in it any possible time we could and when we saw a morale cpt. we'd be like OMG WE FELL---haha. i loved it! we did the line dance which was never ending but super fun. i'd have to say that at like 4 a.m. i was still full of energy. my body still had enegery but my feet were giving out. they hurt like crazy. we were all delirous at that point. vane was my partner in crime when it came to that...lol. (gimme my chapstick man, WHIP IT!! u wanna see my choclate teeth...lmao) jill was my partner in crime when it came to fidning ways of sneaking any kind of sit-down time. (let's go to teh bathroom...lol) it was awesome to see people go and support too. caro came and hung otu which was great! carlo and manny showed up drunk as hell which was funny. in the bounce house carlo fkn fell on my back and now it's hurting but it was hilarious....lmao.laser tags was sooo much fun! ahhhh 5 minutes of sitting down there!!!! and i still won ....lol. i have to say my fave thing was doing the line dance with vane at like 4 in the morning. I WAS CRAZY!!!!!! whip it, lean back (i'll cut u nigguh..lol) thriller, sopa de caracol, agua mala, party boyyyyyyyyyy!!!! haha good times girl, but ummm my lips hurt REAL BAD!! good thing i had my handy dadny chapstick...lmao. omg we were all so delirously random. anything was l;laughing material, we'd jump for no reason, ahhhhhhhhh!!!! omg i dont know how to describe it. the postal service area was great. each dancer had a little bag which was their mailbox. then people could leave them mail. thank you raynard morgan for making me laugh...lol. i swear coloring and writing notes was my therapy while doing teh flamingo.lol. at like 7-8 in teh morning i was in pain though. i got the worst stomach ache /cramp thing in teh world and i felt like throwing up. at that poiunt every one was at their all time low. people were crying, cramping, falling alseep standing up, seeing double, getting dizzy, everything man!!! at that point u honestly don;t know if ur body is gonna give out or not. they made us do massage activities which were great!!! i honestly have to give it to the morale captains, they are great people. those poor kids sacrificed any spare time that they could get to help us out. the last final line dance was AWESOME !!! it felt soooo good to know u finished! seeing everything come to a close was so sad but heartwarming. we raised over 77 thousand dollars!!! i swear, this has been one of the best experiences of my life. seeing college KIDS come together for this is spectacular! apart from that u get sooo much close to people! i swore to myself that DM is something i will do every year that i't at FIU!!! to my fellow dancers, u guys are great!! GOOD TIMES man!
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Sunday, February 27th, 2005
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| Time: | 8:38 pm. |
| Mood: |  stressed. |
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i am completely and utterly STRESSED!!!
if you come across me at school, work, or anywhere else and i give you an attitude don't take it personal. if you do, then you're a fkn idiot who should take it personal because i just said NOT to!
I am moving, for those of you that don't know, now you do so don't ask! I will now be living at my grandmas house. I'm crossing my fingers to see how that's gonna work out. Problem is we are getting two rooms and they are already furnished, meaning that all of our stuff is heading to storage. This weekend i have packed, and packed, and done some more packing but i still see a huge mess. My house right now looks more like a warehouse! Apart from that, i have two exams this week. One tomorrow which i have yet to finish studying for and one on thursday. I have a D in that fkn human bio class because the professor is a peice of shit that came out of king kong's ass! I need to study my ass off tuesday and wednesday for it while still going to work, school, moving, and trying to keep my sanity. I NEED A FKN SHOT!
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Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
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Sunday, February 20th, 2005
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