July 2010
14 posts
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Black Men Chronicles: While I Hold a Knife to His...
Black Man: So where's your boyfriend at?
Jamie: I don't have a boyfriend. Boys don't really like me.
Black Man: What? Why don't guys like you?
Jamie: I don't know. They seem to find me intimidating or something.
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NO BITCH I CAN DRIVE
It never ceases to annoy me to the very core of my being when my monthly orthodontist check-up arises once again. No, it’s not the pain subsequent to the tightening. No, it’s not that I don’t eat for about three days after every visit, because, well, it simply hurts too much. No, it’s not the fact that I’m a nineteen-year-old with braces. (I got over that one a...
Over It Over and Over Again
I had a hysteria-fueled sobbing fest the other day. It was awesome. That is, if awesome is defined as: ‘Driving despite blurring vision due to an extravagant amount of tears being conjured up by one’s unstable emotions’.
At every stoplight that — unfortunately for the cars around me — turned red, I got extremely awkward stares from the people in their surrounding...
Regret
I made a mistake.
I went against all my instincts and the advice of, well, everyone, and went through with it anyway. Regret — it’s not a feeling I encounter often, but tonight, it’s the very air I breathe.
I watched M. Night Shamalamadingdong’s The Last Airbender.
Holy shit fuck. I have never seen a larger piece of absolute and utter poppycock than this mess of wasted...
When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old...
– Lady Gaga (via theviesociety)
What a coincidence! I do the same thing! My Dad doesn’t know who Lady Gaga is, so he just thinks I’ve come up with a really strange nickname for myself.
Just kidding. But, I really do say to myself every morning, “Today’s going to be a good...
20 Things I Wish I Knew When I Was 20 →
(via oxyjenn)
Have you guys seen this? Could the solution to the... →
apsies:
(via mandigray)
That’s some redneck ingenuity right there.
June 2010
18 posts
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to...
– John Lennon (via gwenmccartney)
jamienguyenle asked: Does my 'Ask' button work? Did I really just message myself a question? Am I that pathetic? What actor played the school principal in E.T., only to have his scene cut when Spielberg decided that his presence would be too distracting?
Sleep Apnea
is not the sleeping disorder that I have. Because, well, I don’t have a sleeping disorder. Not a diagnosed one anyway. It was just the first sleeping related affliction that my brain thought to reference (which, I now realize, was my brain’s slow excavation process to try to reach the word “Insomnia” filed deep down there between ‘How to Flip a Fried Egg Without...
Jackass
I work at a frozen yogurt shop. I leave my store every night smelling of bleach (from doing the dishes) and putrid dairy products, holding on my hips those few extra pounds — a result of hunger, boredom, theft, and experimentation.
I play my music at a piercing volume at home, in my car, at work. Not because I’m one of those teenagers who have no respect for their surrounding...
World statistics in real time. →
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Suffice It to Say
Last week, I was walking through Ralph’s buying hot dogs (which, by the way, are remarkably overpriced — at least, more expensive than I had earlier thought when I volunteered to buy what I assumed was the cheapest thing on the list) for Emmeline’s Birthday Barbecue Bonanza. She didn’t name it that. My fingers sometimes type without my brain’s endorsement.
I made...
Hands Across the Sand →
“Hands Across the Sand is a movement made of people of all walks of life and crosses political affiliations. This movement is not about politics; it is about protection of our coastal economies, oceans, marine wildlife, and fishing industry. Let us share our knowledge, energies and passion for protecting all of the above from the devastating effects of oil drilling.
Go to your beach...
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Impulse to Action
At times, especially with the assistance of the extra monthly dose of hormones, I tend to become a tad over dramatic. Two Wednesdays ago proved to be one of these days when I impetuously modified one of my many emotional pulls into a $176 plane ticket.
I turned impulse to action when — actually, for once, I’m not into the whole divulging every detail thing. Let’s just say God’s comedic...
How Insulting
Benjo: I was like, "Remember when Richmond used to like Jamie?! HAHA." Then Richmond said, "So?! You tried to make out with her!" And then I was like, "Yeah. I did." I had nothing to say to that!
Jamie: Wait... why are either of those things being used as insults?
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Coffee Filters and Love
Jamie: They were out of the 4-cup kind, so I bought you the 8-cup. The lady said that if I just shoved it down, it would fit.
Dad: Yeah, but there's two hundred of them.
Jamie: So?
Dad: ... I have to push them down two hundred times.
Jamie: Shut up Dad.
May 2010
13 posts
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Damn It, Damn It All
Once upon a time (last week) I missed my final. I woke up thirty minutes past the start of my Communications final and went through a shit ton of death-defying maneuvers to get to campus within the allotted two hours for the test. I made it there alive, took my final, and cried tears of joy as I walked back to my car.
Well, all of the near-death experiences that occurred as a result of these...
Unfortunate Fool
A few weeks ago, a friend asked me if I had ever witnessed a poor, sprinting sap, Scantron in hand, clearly late for some life-defining test, since I’ve started at SDSU. I shook my head from side to side, feeling sympathetic for the unfortunate fools put in that position. Then he told me that earlier that week, he had been one of those unfortunate fools. I laughed derisively, mocking him...
While Carrying My Two-Year-Old Sister
Kristine: I want to walk! I want to walk!
Jamie: No.
Kristine: But I want to walk!
Jamie: You don't get what you want in life. Learn that now.
Man Passing By: You're right about that! HEH HEH HEH.
Public Announcement
About a month ago, I confessed my undying love to my best friend and shortly after, wrote a blog about it. Being who I am, posting a public blog was the only way for me to attempt to grasp some closure.
Foolishly enough, I made some thoughts too public. I made the mistake of referring to him as “almost blindingly attractive,” and the asshole WILL NOT LET IT DIE.
Almost every single...
April 2010
12 posts
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I’ve started to dread school not just because it’s, well, school, but because I dread leaving her. My new daily dose of “Oh geez, you’re so cute I just want to hug you until you pop.”
Terrible Parents
Jamie: Dad, you know what Ma said to me earlier? She said, "James is turning out to be so handsome and Misa is so pretty! It's unfair you turned out the way you did..."
Dad: (laughter) Don't worry, you'll be pretty one day.
Jamie: You're supposed to say I'm pretty right now! You guys are terrible parents!
Douchebaggery
For the past couple weeks I have been itching to write, but without interesting stuff to blabber about, blogging had become a mere memory for me. Until today.
Although I’m still quite appalled by the douchebaggery I was subjected to almost ten hours ago, I can’t deny that I’m glad something worth blogging about has finally rounded the corner.
Are you ready? Okay, begin:
I...
I Dress According to Mood
Dad: What are you wearing?
Jamie: ...What's wrong with what I'm wearing?!
Dad: It's...so... colorful.