May 2009
22 posts
John Powell - Kisses and Cake
I haven’t...
Nicked
I have a problem.
I’m aware of it. I acknowledge it. But, nonetheless, I continue to feed it.
In an online shopping frenzy, I potentially purchased 6 items that were overpriced and unnecessary. When I went to checkout, I realized I didn’t have my credit card on me. It was sitting in my frequently opened wallet, lying deep inside one of my numerous purses, which was lying atop a...
April 2009
18 posts
May 1st
May 1st is approaching quickly, and by quickly, I mean in about 16 hours. I have 16 hours to clutch on to the sides of the chair my ass is resting on right now and anxiously pray to [insert spiritual guide of choice here] that the University of California, Irvine doesn’t have the heart to reject me twice.
And, in the event that UCI does choose to be a complete dick, that SDSU has received...
Carl's Jr. and the Art of Pretending Not to Listen
Carl's Jr. Cashier: So that'll be Chili Cheese Fries and three Spicy Chicken Sandwiches. Anything else?
James (whispers) : Say your mom.
Jamie (to cashier) : And your mother too, please.
Carl's Jr. Cashier: Ok. $6.48
God Hates Me
Earlier today, I started bawling uncontrollably in the middle of a classroom full of people. I calmed down so that I was just a sniveling idiot and not the initial sobbing maniac. Then quietly, I excused myself from the room.
I went to hide out in the bathroom to call my sister and vent to her about how I hate the world, but of course, she didn’t pick up. I called my boyfriend who, of...
Attacked By an Italian
I was walking out of the mall earlier, alone, when, from behind me, I heard myself get summoned. “Yoo-hoo, can I ask you a question?” Assuming it was yet another female senior citizen asking for the origin of my scarf, I turned around. Mistake.
“What did you do to your hair?” asked a twenty-something woman with a heavy accent. Nothing, I replied. “Can I show you...
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Carla Bruni - You Belong To Me
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Marred
My blog has been marred.
Several months ago, I discovered a blog with a layout that looked painfully similar to mine. I left it to coincidence (despite that the only thing that was changed was the background) and altered mine. If anything, this pathetic act of imitation only made my blog better. So, I let it go.
Several days ago, Stacy ushered me over to a computer in art class to show me...
Drool and Blood
I spent the morning lying on a table with multiple people standing over me, inspecting my mouth with large pieces of metal, water spraying devices, and suction tubes. Large rubber tubes hung down both sides of my face forcing me to breathe in nitrous oxide while conscious waned.
I have two less teeth.
There’s a large puddle of blood on my pillow case.
I drooled.
This surgery was forced...
UCSD Price Center
In an attempt to avoid a lazy Sunday, I made an excuse to drive to UCSD earlier today to visit Ziada.
Three hours later, a new dress, a full stomach, and a guilty conscience from spending money I don’t have, I find myself among intensely focused Asians, so fixated with their school work that even in my mind, I feel it necessary to whisper.
Meanwhile, Ziada’s next to me on another...
San Francisco
For someone who complains so damn much about being confined in this hellhole (a.k.a. San Diego), it might confuse some of you to know that I’ve just declined a road trip with three of my best friends to San Francisco.
I’m going to go sit in the corner of my room, rock back and forth, and question why I refuse to allow myself to be happy.