Tanning topless

Tanning topless is the shit at the Yellow River.
I've never felt so comfortable being practically naked in public.
And I mean public, because other people were semi-near.
Fuck it, but whatever.
It was fun.

Unfortuntately, I had been feeling like caca since 5th period.
My left shoulder felt like it was being clawed by a polar bear who had filed his nails to an 87 degree again, so they'd be extra sharp and pointy.
I haven't experenced such physical pain since volleyball/soccer injuries.
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.
Even Sheldon let me go to the nurse because I started crying in 6th.
I hate crying.
But I can't help physical pain, I guess.

Then at the river, it's like the pain migrated to my ribs.
I might go to the doctor tomorrow.
But I don't know.
I just hope this passes and that the next time we go back, I won't feel like caca again.
Hope Annalee and Adri didn't mind me being stuck in the fetal position the last few minutes we were there.
I wish we could've stayed longer...

Things have been good.

So, I've spent the last couple of days doing awesome shit with Annalee and Adri.


I think I'll just call them A&A or A squared, haha.


But yes, yesterday we went to the Yellow River.


And no, I don't have fucking AIDS or any sort of other random STD, thank you very much.




It was breathtaking.

I wish we could have stayed longer.

But of course, we went during our "ad-selling" promos.

With this other random girl.

Kinda killed it.

On the bright side, we do plan to go back just to sprawl out topless (oooh la la) and expose ourselves to the sun.
And perhaps to random pedestrians/drivers if we're in eyesight.

Oh! And maybe with the company of green apples.

Or some shit like that, if Annalee figures it out.



Today we went to Stonecrap Mall.

But before that, we stopped at Goodwill and I got an amazinnnnnnn' vest.

Totally retro and fucking badass.

Props to the professional antiquer/thrifter.

Anyway, at the mall, Adri kept leaning over when she was shopping, -like she wanted it from the back- when I would always be behind her.

Seriously.

Just had to throw that in there.

We ate tofu there as well in the food court.

Adri didn't like it, nor the tea, nor the egg roll.

Fucking priss.
She should've been named Priscilla :P

Ha, actually she's sick.

Oh, and I got a couple of panda-related items.

No one fucking believed me when I said I was starting a new collection.

Hell yes.

Aww, and we love Siberian Huskies.

But apparently chihuahua's are not cool...

Anyway, I guess the biggest lesson learned today was that big boobs get in the way of a lot of things.

Amen.

Confrontation fails/strong jaws and cheekbones

Currently at Annalee's house, holding a stuffed red panda in my lap.

I'm going to get straight to the point:
I wish I had balls.
And no, not bouncy ones or male genitalia, but guts.
Real, hard guts. (Okay, technically in the metaphorical sense, but whatever.)
I can't fucking confront anyone worth a shit.
Yeah, the whole one-on-one talks completely terrify me. And I mean one-on-one confrontation talks where there is actually something to confront. With someone.
Ugh.
I don't know why this bothers me so much.
Maybe it's because I'm generally a social person.
And it's not like I crave attention, but it's nice to be noticed.
In a positive way.
Anyway, back to my lack of my confrontation.
It bothers me.
And I should do something about it.
But then again, I don't think I will.
So why the fuck am I complaining?
FML.

P.S I notice I like defined facial structure ;D
And so does Annalee.
We both think it's sexy.
Strong jaws and cheekbones :)
Let's give that a stranJAY.

Just mere thoughts in a lyrical fashion

I don't think there will ever be another song that will entirely capture what I feel, other than this.

If It Means A Lot To You- A Day to Remember

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qZN5hOJFz4

"And hey darling
I hope you're good tonight
And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving
Yeah I want it but no I don't need it
Tell me something sweet to get me by

'Cause I can't come back home till they're singing
La, la la la la la la
'Til everyone is singing If you can wait till I get home
Then I swear to you
That we can make this last
(La la la)
If you can wait till I get home
Then I swear come tomorrow
This will all be in our past
Well it might be for the best

And hey sweetie
Well I need you here tonight
And I know that you don't want to be leaving me
Yeah you want it but I can't help it
I just feel complete when you're by my side
But I know you can't come home 'til they're singing

La, la la la la la la
'Til everyone is singing
La, la la la la la la
If you can wait till I get home
Then I swear to you
That we can make this last(La la la)
If you can wait till I get home
Then I swear come tomorrow
This will all be in our past
Well it might be for the best

You know you can't give me what I need
And even though you mean so much to me
I can't wait through everything
Is this really happening?
I swear I'll never be happy again
And don't you dare say we can just be friends
I'm not some boy that you can sway
We knew it'd happen eventually

La, la la la la la la
Now everybody's singing
La, la la la la la la"


I really hope this swine flu does not intervene with my summer plans of traveling to Mexico.
It's pretty much the only thing that's kept me going for the past five months.
Classes have been canceled down there until May 6th.
They're taking it pretty seriously.
And I don't know how Mayra's doing.
Got in contact with Baby D though, who is the one that revealed the school info to me.
I just want to be down there :/
Even with all the drug trafficking and now this.

Fucking nostalgia gets to me every single day.

April 18, 2009

So, my two close friends and I all decided to create blog to actually spend time on. No exact reason as to why, (unless I really just don't remember) but I like the idea. And I notice that although we always try to plan a whole bunch of shit to do together, it hardly ever goes through.

We're all motherfucking procrastinators, but surprisingly enough though- the blog making process succeeded.

Anything to feed the boredom life I guess.

With that in mind, I'm going to try to make this somewhat interesting by talking about my observations, concerns, motivations, etc, etc.

Here goes:

OBSERVATION OF THE WEEK:

WHO KNEW PANDAS WERE SO FUCKING HUGE?

Above: A panda, "getting it"

Amidst all my gained knowledge during the past seventeen years, I have somehow managed to overlook the fact that pandas are big. Oh, and not just big, but pretty much colossal. Yes, I never put "bear" and "big" together if the word "panda" was in front. Not that it makes much of a difference. A bear is a bear. But now that I think about it though, the only couple of times I went to the zoo was when those bastards weren't in show because their cages were being cleaned out... or some shit like that. So, thanks Atlanta Zoo for depriving me of such useful information. The point of this observation?

Pandas are now my favorite animals.
(Fuck you squirrels, go ruin someone else's car insurance.)

RECENT MEMORABLE MOMENTS:

So yesterday, Annalee and I both went to Goodwill to see what was in stock. But before that we stopped at Dunkin' Donuts for some iced lattes. Yeah, they pretty much just sold us ice instead of coffee. I would have been super pissed for the rest of the day if I hadn't found the most amazing shoes- like, ever. They're a seventies type of ordeal, and pretty much badass. Of course they hurt like a bitch after being worn for some time, so I'll have to get used to them.

[Picture to come later.]

Then we visited Kroger for a short time..
By the way, Toccoa means beautiful for Native Americans ;)

(God, I hope it is Native Americans.)

After leaving Kroger, we lit up a couple of cigarettes, Pall Malls of course, and drove off to the other Goodwill in Conyers. The weather was amazing on the way there, and even better were the findings. Annalee got a book about bikers (it included input by Hunter S. Thompson) and I managed to swipe a black dress, shirt, and a stuffed red panda ;)

But no, I'm not selfish.

Overall, it was a good day.

And it's nice to know that older black men think I should join an exotic modeling agency. It was definitely a self-esteem booster. *cough, cough* Oh, at the mention of that, I immediately thought "child pornograhy," but later changed my mind later when he freaked out because I'm jailbait. I could not fucking get away from him, because Annalee's glazed-ass walked off to go shop! And he was not even cute!

But yes, good day.

P.S. I also made a badass necklace from stolen rubberbands.