Really good song.
and it's kind of early still.
I'm not sure if I want to play something or watch a movie or go through other crap.
Like, math homework?
I don't know.
It's been raining too.
I just barely got over my cold.
Yay.
Or flu, whatever the fuck it was.
But here I am.
And to think, that flu used to kill a bunch of people way back then.
When you were lucky to live to be 30, if even that.
Uptown girl.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Adventure AWAITS!
Today was such an awesome day!
James came over around 12 pm. We drove over to Alhambra for the sole purpose of having Coldstone ice cream, my first evah! I had a "Like it" Chocolate with Kit-Kat pieces. It was DELICIOUS! We were going to head back, but I pointed out that I've never seen or been past the block we were in. So we headed up the street, and...
First: Into a Halloween Store, where we discovered a sexy dude working there. Well, I discovered, really. He didn't seem too interested in me, so we moved on to the other side of the street. (I then decided to show some cleavage, but I didn't want to go back into the store. His loss. :P )
Second: We killed time in Ross in the bottom floor. I grabbed a scarf that I really liked and wore it throughout the store. We commented and laughed about furniture and baby baskets and food trolleys. We were mostly into the pieces of furniture and plastic chests. Oh. And about 4 shelves of Buddha pieces.
Third: Seeing as it was Labor Day, a fair amount of stores were closed. I didn't want to go home just yet, since it was only 3 pm. I spotted an open store and bolted in, not even taking a glimpse of what type of store it was. Well, it wasn't a store. It was an art gallery. We spent the better half of 2 hours looking at art and skimming art prints, books, shirts and collectible dolls. I found a new love for art and took a bunch of pretty flyers.
Fourth: We crossed the street. Aching feet. Wanting to quench our thirst and our feet with some relaxation and coffee from a nearby Starbucks. Just as we began walking on the other side of the street, a man walks in front of us. We sniffed. Our nostrils filled with his enticing musk. So. Naturally. We followed him. Then we lost sight of him. His smell however, was enchanting and longing.
Fifth: Despite enchanting smells, we started to get pretty hungry. I was invited to my best friend's BBQ the same morning (think, 3 am) so I skipped a Subway meal and just snagged a soda to hold me over. We sat in our high chairs and talked about touchy issues, all the while, he devours his sammich. Tummy filled. Let's head out!
Sixth: Our feet. No longer hurting, he recollects an anime store. I recall a comic store we passed in the second block and his memory is jogged. So we head out to the very geeky Comic store, where our first step, we, well, stepped along side a geeky conversation about Topher Grace in his role in some Spiderman movie. We happily ignored said conversation. We set out to find the Scarecrow and his origins. Not wanting to disrupt super geekiness in progress, we indulge some time into the store, searching high and low, mainly low, to find some sort of encyclopedia of superheros and super-not-heroes, also known as, villains! We find him, and to my dismay...it was rather lengthy. Not worth my time, so I turn to the erotic hentai on the wall. Quite boring, though colorful. Bah. (Just kidding, I do love the large boobies)
So we move on. We briefly enter a book store. I quickly glance at some Scott Pilgrim mangas, and nothing more. Continue moving on.
We took our bus to Atlantic Square. We arrived at 5:38. Darn. We missed our bus. I called my BF to give him the heads up that I was to arrive home pretty soon. He said, "No ride, homey". Darn.
I pat myself down. Wait. How am I going to get home without a key? Oh well, my brother should be home...right?
Wrong.
Well, let's wait for the bus anyway, and I'll take the long way home. But we still had an hour to kill, so we headed off to...
Eighth: Blockbuster. Going back and forth about actors, actresses, bad movies, great movies, trying to eff en' find the foreign section, which turns out to be the "international" section, and threatening each other to watch certain movies. Typical of James and I.
Back to the bus stop. We sat at 6:30.
We still sat at 6:40.
And continued to sit at 6:50.
"Um...I don't think this bus is coming...at all."
I'd rather be home at night time than to be far from home at night time, so we started to walk alongside our community college.
Uh oh...There's no sidewalk in the next light...
"come on, you won't get ran over!"
"easy for you to say!", replies James.
"Well, lucky for us, it's still light out. Let's just go through the college and make a round about the building. There's no sidewalk for this light only."
Ninth: We journeyed up the walkway, not realizing or rather, forgetting it was a holiday. Therefore, no school. No students. No staff. Empty.
"Wow. It's pretty lonely...and creepy."
"Yeah, well, stop looking at the construction site."
"Do you know where you're going?"
"Of course I do!", I exclaimed, " I've been here plenty of times! It's almost impossible for me to get lost. Its just up these stairs to the left."
We walk upstairs.
"You mean the exit here that's blocked off?", James dully remarked.
"Uh, yeah...that one...No matter! We can just go around this construction site. There should be an exit either by the stadium or the parking lot.", I assured him. After all, it's only a community college. It's not that hard to get lost in.
We crossed a long pathway, buildings on each side.
"Oh! What a relief! There's lights on! Someone must be here!" He pointed to a lit window.
"I'll take a look!"...."on second thought...maybe not..."
He scoffs.
"Look, this building is lit. I'll check if it's open."
I tug. Heavy door? I pull.
"It's obviously locked!"
"Maybe it was a heavy door," I grunted, "you never know."
...We walked....
"Heh, if I was in a horror movie, I'd be the first girl to die. I'd be like, "oh! Let's check out this scary looking building! then, BAM! I get killed. Curious chicks always die first."
He said he'd run. Ain't no way he was going to call for help. He'd just run and wouldn't stop running. I quietly agreed.
It was official. We were in our own horror movie.
Maybe it was the quiet chill that harbored over us.
The gentle rustling of the trees around us.
The pipes that hissed softly.
The sun that was setting.
Things were getting, uneasy. Was there really an exit for us waiting around the bend?
We couldn't help but keep looking back. Things were getting creepy, and fast.
Too bad it didn't last too long. We found the exit.
yay! We were joyous. For we were alive.
Then a security cart passed by us.
No matter. He paid us no real attention. Just waved at us and went on his merry way. Perhaps he was the murderer fleeing a scene? The college seemed all too eerie. Perfect for a murder. Too bad we didn't witness it. We were too tired anyway.
We stopped by the little plaza as James awaited his ride home.
I walked on home, stopping briefly to say Hello to Ivan.
Came home. Awaited Karina. Sat and ate my yummy bread sticks and ended the perfect adventure with some TV. House and Lie To Me. What a day!
James came over around 12 pm. We drove over to Alhambra for the sole purpose of having Coldstone ice cream, my first evah! I had a "Like it" Chocolate with Kit-Kat pieces. It was DELICIOUS! We were going to head back, but I pointed out that I've never seen or been past the block we were in. So we headed up the street, and...
First: Into a Halloween Store, where we discovered a sexy dude working there. Well, I discovered, really. He didn't seem too interested in me, so we moved on to the other side of the street. (I then decided to show some cleavage, but I didn't want to go back into the store. His loss. :P )
Second: We killed time in Ross in the bottom floor. I grabbed a scarf that I really liked and wore it throughout the store. We commented and laughed about furniture and baby baskets and food trolleys. We were mostly into the pieces of furniture and plastic chests. Oh. And about 4 shelves of Buddha pieces.
Third: Seeing as it was Labor Day, a fair amount of stores were closed. I didn't want to go home just yet, since it was only 3 pm. I spotted an open store and bolted in, not even taking a glimpse of what type of store it was. Well, it wasn't a store. It was an art gallery. We spent the better half of 2 hours looking at art and skimming art prints, books, shirts and collectible dolls. I found a new love for art and took a bunch of pretty flyers.
Fourth: We crossed the street. Aching feet. Wanting to quench our thirst and our feet with some relaxation and coffee from a nearby Starbucks. Just as we began walking on the other side of the street, a man walks in front of us. We sniffed. Our nostrils filled with his enticing musk. So. Naturally. We followed him. Then we lost sight of him. His smell however, was enchanting and longing.
Fifth: Despite enchanting smells, we started to get pretty hungry. I was invited to my best friend's BBQ the same morning (think, 3 am) so I skipped a Subway meal and just snagged a soda to hold me over. We sat in our high chairs and talked about touchy issues, all the while, he devours his sammich. Tummy filled. Let's head out!
Sixth: Our feet. No longer hurting, he recollects an anime store. I recall a comic store we passed in the second block and his memory is jogged. So we head out to the very geeky Comic store, where our first step, we, well, stepped along side a geeky conversation about Topher Grace in his role in some Spiderman movie. We happily ignored said conversation. We set out to find the Scarecrow and his origins. Not wanting to disrupt super geekiness in progress, we indulge some time into the store, searching high and low, mainly low, to find some sort of encyclopedia of superheros and super-not-heroes, also known as, villains! We find him, and to my dismay...it was rather lengthy. Not worth my time, so I turn to the erotic hentai on the wall. Quite boring, though colorful. Bah. (Just kidding, I do love the large boobies)
So we move on. We briefly enter a book store. I quickly glance at some Scott Pilgrim mangas, and nothing more. Continue moving on.
We took our bus to Atlantic Square. We arrived at 5:38. Darn. We missed our bus. I called my BF to give him the heads up that I was to arrive home pretty soon. He said, "No ride, homey". Darn.
I pat myself down. Wait. How am I going to get home without a key? Oh well, my brother should be home...right?
Wrong.
Well, let's wait for the bus anyway, and I'll take the long way home. But we still had an hour to kill, so we headed off to...
Eighth: Blockbuster. Going back and forth about actors, actresses, bad movies, great movies, trying to eff en' find the foreign section, which turns out to be the "international" section, and threatening each other to watch certain movies. Typical of James and I.
Back to the bus stop. We sat at 6:30.
We still sat at 6:40.
And continued to sit at 6:50.
"Um...I don't think this bus is coming...at all."
I'd rather be home at night time than to be far from home at night time, so we started to walk alongside our community college.
Uh oh...There's no sidewalk in the next light...
"come on, you won't get ran over!"
"easy for you to say!", replies James.
"Well, lucky for us, it's still light out. Let's just go through the college and make a round about the building. There's no sidewalk for this light only."
Ninth: We journeyed up the walkway, not realizing or rather, forgetting it was a holiday. Therefore, no school. No students. No staff. Empty.
"Wow. It's pretty lonely...and creepy."
"Yeah, well, stop looking at the construction site."
"Do you know where you're going?"
"Of course I do!", I exclaimed, " I've been here plenty of times! It's almost impossible for me to get lost. Its just up these stairs to the left."
We walk upstairs.
"You mean the exit here that's blocked off?", James dully remarked.
"Uh, yeah...that one...No matter! We can just go around this construction site. There should be an exit either by the stadium or the parking lot.", I assured him. After all, it's only a community college. It's not that hard to get lost in.
We crossed a long pathway, buildings on each side.
"Oh! What a relief! There's lights on! Someone must be here!" He pointed to a lit window.
"I'll take a look!"...."on second thought...maybe not..."
He scoffs.
"Look, this building is lit. I'll check if it's open."
I tug. Heavy door? I pull.
"It's obviously locked!"
"Maybe it was a heavy door," I grunted, "you never know."
...We walked....
"Heh, if I was in a horror movie, I'd be the first girl to die. I'd be like, "oh! Let's check out this scary looking building! then, BAM! I get killed. Curious chicks always die first."
He said he'd run. Ain't no way he was going to call for help. He'd just run and wouldn't stop running. I quietly agreed.
It was official. We were in our own horror movie.
Maybe it was the quiet chill that harbored over us.
The gentle rustling of the trees around us.
The pipes that hissed softly.
The sun that was setting.
Things were getting, uneasy. Was there really an exit for us waiting around the bend?
We couldn't help but keep looking back. Things were getting creepy, and fast.
Too bad it didn't last too long. We found the exit.
yay! We were joyous. For we were alive.
Then a security cart passed by us.
No matter. He paid us no real attention. Just waved at us and went on his merry way. Perhaps he was the murderer fleeing a scene? The college seemed all too eerie. Perfect for a murder. Too bad we didn't witness it. We were too tired anyway.
We stopped by the little plaza as James awaited his ride home.
I walked on home, stopping briefly to say Hello to Ivan.
Came home. Awaited Karina. Sat and ate my yummy bread sticks and ended the perfect adventure with some TV. House and Lie To Me. What a day!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
It's a start, isn't it?
Well, here we are again. I thought I'd never be here again, but I am!
This time, it's for real.
I want to track time and my weight.
Right now, I'm not the sexiest girl in the block.
I'm 5'5 and I weight around 200 lbs (I've never actually weighed 200 but I'm guessing between 190-200). I don't have a scale but I know my weight is around there, give or take some pounds.
Reason being, is that I might/will be moving in with some friends sometime January of2012. I'm still here in Los Angeles so I can finish up whatever I need in my education (i.e., high school) and have some free months to work and earn some money for the trip, things I need, etc.
My plan for my diet:
SeeFood Diet.
I see food, and I eat it, hahaha.
In a sense, yes.
Though, I want to eat whatever I want, BUT I will strictly follow the serving sizes ( 2 tbsp of ketchup will be my hardest...) I truly believe that this will work, seeing that pizza isn't bad for you, you just need to stop at 1 or 2 slices. Pair that with regular exercise, and I think I'll be looking at least ok by 2012. Starting today! Though, I don't think it should be that bad. Ever since I started high school, I've grown to like much healthier foods. My mom always made huge portions of everything, and I will do the exact opposite. Cook 1 portion. For me! We don't keep junk food in the house, so that will be loads better. And we've always eaten wheat bread, so this has just gotten a lot simpler.
This will be.
the lamest.
food journal (sort of).
ever.
Start.
This time, it's for real.
I want to track time and my weight.
Right now, I'm not the sexiest girl in the block.
I'm 5'5 and I weight around 200 lbs (I've never actually weighed 200 but I'm guessing between 190-200). I don't have a scale but I know my weight is around there, give or take some pounds.
Reason being, is that I might/will be moving in with some friends sometime January of2012. I'm still here in Los Angeles so I can finish up whatever I need in my education (i.e., high school) and have some free months to work and earn some money for the trip, things I need, etc.
My plan for my diet:
SeeFood Diet.
I see food, and I eat it, hahaha.
In a sense, yes.
Though, I want to eat whatever I want, BUT I will strictly follow the serving sizes ( 2 tbsp of ketchup will be my hardest...) I truly believe that this will work, seeing that pizza isn't bad for you, you just need to stop at 1 or 2 slices. Pair that with regular exercise, and I think I'll be looking at least ok by 2012. Starting today! Though, I don't think it should be that bad. Ever since I started high school, I've grown to like much healthier foods. My mom always made huge portions of everything, and I will do the exact opposite. Cook 1 portion. For me! We don't keep junk food in the house, so that will be loads better. And we've always eaten wheat bread, so this has just gotten a lot simpler.
This will be.
the lamest.
food journal (sort of).
ever.
Start.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
At the Helm
I was looking up at the hotel, wondering if that was indeed, the right building. I decided to take a look inside. I wandered up and down hallways, finding open doors, and old people sleeping loudly. Their rooms, however, were awesomely decorated, from The Simpsons memorabilia to Jack Skellington stuff.
I waited for the elevator to take me down to the lobby to find my room. As the door open, it was jam-packed with NERDS! It seemed that I could barely squeeze in, so I did and squeezed right between a familiar person. EDWARD HELMS! (The Office, Andy Bernard).
"What are all these people doing here?" I asked him.
"Well, they're all here for Comic-Con.", he replied.
"Really! I didn't know that!"
"Oh yeah. And this building, houses all the artists from shows like the Simpsons and writers too." He explained.
"OOOOOHHH! No wonder there were a lot of old people here!"
We both laugh, and I touch his arm.
He started to blush.
"Hey. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?", he asked, kind of shyly.
"Yeah, I'd lke that." I smiled at him.
He smiled back.
:)
Monday, July 26, 2010
He Deserved It
So, this dream is actually not so weird, compared to my other ones. Last night, I dreamt...
That I walked into a Target store. I was looking around for chocolates and found an aisle with security boxes. I opened many, only to find little to no candy inside. My best found treasure, were 3 pieces of M&Ms. Which I gladly ate.
I noticed there were smaller security boxes on the top row. I opened them with ease and found wads of MONEY. Just as I hid the money down my bra, Chuck Bass (Gossip Girl) slid next to me. "You know they're watching, right?", he said, in his sexy low-tone voice.
"Yeah, I know. Are you going to help me or what?" I replied.
He replied with a sigh. Good enough for me.
I opened the boxes, he kept a look out.
He spotted a security guard walking our way.
"Don't look now.", he says, without looking up.
I kiss him on his cheek, slipping the money I stole into his pocket.
"I'll see you outside."
I walked up and down some aisle to try to throw off the guard and finally walked outside to my car. I only waited a few minutes before seeing my friend James walk out from the store.
"Hey. Want a ride!?" I yell from across the parking lot.
"Thanks!"
I look over to my right. Two cars are being stripped to the bare car-bones as some hoodlums steal what they can.
"Just hurry up before my car is jacked up too."
As I'm driving, I offer him to crash at my place. He takes up the offer.
We stop at a fountain to kill some Locusts up a flight of stairs.
Not a notable battle. Just a few shotgun kills.
As we head back to the car, a man walks up to me and whispers,
"I know it was you who took the money."
As his last word left his mouth, I grabbed his arm and pinned him against the floor.
"Aren't you going to help me!?!", I yelled at James.
James eyes gleamed something fierce, almost, with fire in his eyes. He snapped out of it and held him down. We roughed up the man, good enough for him to be imobile.
I got up to dust myself off.
"I'll take it from here. Just keep a lookout, ok?" James breathed heavily.
I stood post a few feet away. Not a mouse to be seen. Not a leaf a-flutter. Nothing.
"OKAY. Let's go."
James tossed a black bag in the trunk and we sped off to the house.
He took down his things and I was about to settle to watch some TV when James asks if I would take out the trash for him. More specifically, if I may toss the black bag into the lagoon that was next to my house. I grabbed the bag, about to toss it, when a swarm of ambulances, FBI trucks, helicopters, Mrs. Correa (our school PSA counselor) and LAPD arrive in time to stop me.
"PUT DOWN THE BAG!!!" Mrs. Correa shouts into the speakerphone. I drop it on the porch.
They raid my house and grab James and push him down the stairs and 'round the porch. All eyes are on him as the publicly interrogate him. Their only burning question is,
"Did you do it?"
Silence looms over the crowd of people in my yard and on the street.
Correa steps in,
"James, I know you did it. Just admit it. Just do it. Say it."
James utters nothing.
I'm far too busy climbing the pole on my porch and do gymnastic and acrobatic moves while everyone's eyes laid on James sullen and silent face.
"Yeah. I killed him. He's in that bag."
That I walked into a Target store. I was looking around for chocolates and found an aisle with security boxes. I opened many, only to find little to no candy inside. My best found treasure, were 3 pieces of M&Ms. Which I gladly ate.
I noticed there were smaller security boxes on the top row. I opened them with ease and found wads of MONEY. Just as I hid the money down my bra, Chuck Bass (Gossip Girl) slid next to me. "You know they're watching, right?", he said, in his sexy low-tone voice.
"Yeah, I know. Are you going to help me or what?" I replied.
He replied with a sigh. Good enough for me.
I opened the boxes, he kept a look out.
He spotted a security guard walking our way.
"Don't look now.", he says, without looking up.
I kiss him on his cheek, slipping the money I stole into his pocket.
"I'll see you outside."
I walked up and down some aisle to try to throw off the guard and finally walked outside to my car. I only waited a few minutes before seeing my friend James walk out from the store.
"Hey. Want a ride!?" I yell from across the parking lot.
"Thanks!"
I look over to my right. Two cars are being stripped to the bare car-bones as some hoodlums steal what they can.
"Just hurry up before my car is jacked up too."
As I'm driving, I offer him to crash at my place. He takes up the offer.
We stop at a fountain to kill some Locusts up a flight of stairs.
Not a notable battle. Just a few shotgun kills.
As we head back to the car, a man walks up to me and whispers,
"I know it was you who took the money."
As his last word left his mouth, I grabbed his arm and pinned him against the floor.
"Aren't you going to help me!?!", I yelled at James.
James eyes gleamed something fierce, almost, with fire in his eyes. He snapped out of it and held him down. We roughed up the man, good enough for him to be imobile.
I got up to dust myself off.
"I'll take it from here. Just keep a lookout, ok?" James breathed heavily.
I stood post a few feet away. Not a mouse to be seen. Not a leaf a-flutter. Nothing.
"OKAY. Let's go."
James tossed a black bag in the trunk and we sped off to the house.
He took down his things and I was about to settle to watch some TV when James asks if I would take out the trash for him. More specifically, if I may toss the black bag into the lagoon that was next to my house. I grabbed the bag, about to toss it, when a swarm of ambulances, FBI trucks, helicopters, Mrs. Correa (our school PSA counselor) and LAPD arrive in time to stop me.
"PUT DOWN THE BAG!!!" Mrs. Correa shouts into the speakerphone. I drop it on the porch.
They raid my house and grab James and push him down the stairs and 'round the porch. All eyes are on him as the publicly interrogate him. Their only burning question is,
"Did you do it?"
Silence looms over the crowd of people in my yard and on the street.
Correa steps in,
"James, I know you did it. Just admit it. Just do it. Say it."
James utters nothing.
I'm far too busy climbing the pole on my porch and do gymnastic and acrobatic moves while everyone's eyes laid on James sullen and silent face.
"Yeah. I killed him. He's in that bag."
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