so i have this cold. i tell kimberlymarie about it and she suggests garlic. so i threw back a half teaspoon of garlic. RAW garlic. not only can i smell my breath but i am beggining to think that kim (in FLORIDA) can smell it as well.

i am feeling a little better though. a LITTLE.

apparently my navel is a wonderland.

interesting.

still waiting for my email to be set up.

damn. this is tough. any suggestions of something to do while i wait?

hmm..i guess i could work.

one more thing...

i have to take out my nose stud. i am VERY sad.

hey shep..chin up young buck.

girls suck, trust me on this one :)

i knew i was going to get sick. i KNEW it. damNATION. no sleep friday night, 3 hours sleep saturday night...flying home...damn, i should have burried myself alive.

i hate being sick. mostly because i am the biggest baby ever.

so now here i am. at work. sick. and all i wanna do is go home and sleep.

complain much?

day one at the new jobby:

-hugs from all the marketing gals
-lunch on the company
-no email access
-3 posts to nancies
-2 hot guys
-down to 1 cigarette a day :)

hmm...what else? i think thats about it for now. i'm really gonna like this job.

peace.

i wish i could take back the things i said about the john show the other night, but i cant. i felt somewhat similar last night however, the show was incredible. i had the best time.

after the show fred and i hung around and actually met him. he was very sweet and totally charming. there was a little "incident" going on in the club so i only said a few things to him but, i am POSITIVE he will remember me at the san fran show.


ok, maybe almost positive...

tonight i met the boy i'm going to marry...

ok, i can't sleep so here we go.

i know that my obsession with john is completely unhealthy. tonight it ended. i had built this thing up so high that i was actually disapointed with the show. i had expectations of an amazing performance. don't get me wrong, the show was ok - just not what i had anticipated.

the crowd was young. i think that aside from the people who were sitting upstairs waiting for OAR to play, i was the eldest in attendence. 14 year old girls who literally gawk at his every move. i felt like i was at an NSYNC show, with better music. these girls have no idea how passionate his lyrics are. how intense the emotions are that go into writing these songs. you can see it on his face. the reason why i loved john so much was because i could relate to his music.

take back to you for instance.

it's about this him, loving his ex so much and somehow, he can't let go.

the song has more meaning to me then any other song i have ever heard. the lyrics are so real, so passionate. i have no idea what i am trying to say. basically i am just feeling very let down.

i am gonna go to the show tomorrow. to see if my opinion changes.

i don't really know what to say about tonight

it was weird. i love john and all but, i felt really out of place at the show.

more tomorrow.

it's sharon again.

you know what's funny? how i have to get help on my own blog, and then use my new knowledge to be a blog expert.

seriously? i am brilliant.

ok, its semi fixed. a few more little touches and it will be perfect.

sharon...hurry up and get to work so you can help me!!

today is robbi's bday.

last night we were at walmart at midnight when she turned the big 2-2. in my "shayna" way i bust out with happy birthday in the loudest most obnoxious voice. i think she was mortified. oh well, them's the breaks when you are friends with me.

did you know walmart is open 24 hours a day? i am not sure if all of them are but, the one off the 620 in austin is.

hilight of the visit to walmart? riding a trike down aisle 62. see how easily i am amused?

my blog is still whacked. i am hoping to fix it when i get back to san fran on sunday.

sharon, i know you hate scotty but, i did find this rather amusing.

12 hours.

this is sharon. i've invaded shayna's blog.

shayna. your blog is whack. i don't know what's wrong with it. i'll work on it later, but i'm kind of busy right now.

and like that....she's gone!

my crushes are becoming a serious issue in my life. i have this ability to make something out of nothing and it scares the shit out of me. the thing is, i really think it goes back to the self esteem thing. for instance, why is it that 3 out of the 5 guys i have dated over the past year or so i have met over the net? i think its rather pathetic. when i meet someone over the net it gives them the chance to get to know me without the physical. eventually it gets to the point where physical becomes an issue but, in my twisted head i seem to think that whomever it is that i am talking with with be blind to the fact that i am not perfect.

i really need to stop over analyzing things. its really pathetic. REALLY.

damn PMS.

blogger is NOT my friend right now. i have been trying to change my template for a few days now and it is not changing. someone? anyone?

i'm visiting robs in austin which is really cool but...she has to work. i guess i'll have to snoop around her room and find some incriminating things. WAIT. this is robbi i am talking about. nevermind. damn angel.

we had dinner at friday's last night. it was soooo good. i guess they revamped their menu a little bit. i had a FABULOUS pecan crusted chicken salad. it was divine. greens, bleu cheese, chicken, dried cranberries, mandarin oranges topped with a magnificent raspberry vinaigrete. Y U M. can you tell i am hungry again? ;)

now i wait....tomorrow is the BIG day. big big big. shit. so BIG. i just have this vision of john looking over at me during a song and breaking out with "could you be the most beautiful girl in the world?". then he takes me into his tour bus after the show and we make sweet love. ahhhhhhhhhh.

jesus. i am starting to sound like sharon.

it's been a few weeks since i have blogged song lyrics. however, that streak is over with.

my stupid mouth has got me in trouble
I said too much again
to a date over dinner yesterday
and I could see she was offended
she said "well anyway"
just dying for a subject change

oh, another social casualty
score one more for me
how could I forget
mama said "think before speaking"
no filter in my head
oh, what's a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon

we bit our lips
she looked out the window
rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess
with the salt and pepper shaker
and I could see clearly
an indelible line was drawn
between what was good, what just slipped out
and what went wrong

oh, another social casualty
score one more for me
how could I forget
mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
oh, what's a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon

I'm never speaking up again
it only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery than she desert me
oh, I'm never speaking up again
starting now

one more thing
why is it my fault?
so maybe I try too hard
but it's all because of this desire
I just want to be liked; I just want to be funny
look like the joke's on me
so call me Captain Backfire

oh, another social casualty
score one more for me
how could I forget
mama said "think before speaking"
no filter in my head
oh, what's a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon

I'm never speaking up again
it only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery than she desert me
oh, I'm never speaking up again
I'm never speaking up again
I'm never speaking up again
starting now

the coolest thing about my dad working for 7-11 is that he gets these coupon books FULL of slurpee coupons.

and since i am the bestest daughter ever, he hooked me up with 100. damn, i love my dad :)

i finished jemima j in 2 days.

what is jemima j? its this book about an overweight girl who meets a guy over the internet. she totally lies to him about herself. job. looks. clothing...EVERYTHING. now, i am not saying that i can relate to all of this but, some of it may be a wee bit familiar.

shit, i think about how i looked 3 years ago. 265 lbs, no confidence, low self esteem. its sad. i know i talk about my weight a lot and i know it is SO boring but this is my blog. so deal. if you don't wanna hear about fat shayna, please close your browser now. thanks.

when i was heavier, no one gave me the time of day. girls, guys, NO one. it was pathetic. sure i had friends but i would always get weird looks. i never saw myself as being fat though. my nana would always ask me to go on a diet or try to lose weight but i was too stubborn. i thought i looked fine the way i was. unfortunately, i was incorrect. one day i just decided i was gonna do it. there was no reason for me to be shopping at lane bryant at 21 years old. i should be shopping at gap and banana like the rest of my friends. i wanted to be thin. i wanted to be "picked up on" when i went out by someone who was not 35 with missing teeth. i lost about 30 lbs in the first 4 months. i could tell right away in my clothes but when i looked in the mirror, i saw the same old shayna. fat, huge and disgusting. a few months later my total was up to about 65 lbs lost. my friends talked me into going out with them to this swanky bar. so i go. i get all decked out. new outfit and everything. i felt good. i had confidence. it was a great feeling.

we get to the bar and all these people i had known in high school were there. no one knew who i was. it was great. finally this one guy came up to me and started hitting on ME. me. shayna. the fat cow. :) it was great. that night gave me more confidence then i think i have ever felt in my life. i ended up making out with this guy. it was rad. mostly because i had never really had a random hook up in the past. i mean yeah, there were guys but...this guy was sober, and cool.

a few weeks later i got the pictures back from that night. i looked at the pics in amazement. i could not believe how i looked. it didn't even LOOK like me. i think that was one of the best feelings ever.

i believe that beauty comes from within but i also believe that you can't love until you love yourself. i am almost there. ALMOST.

so jemima j...good and easy read. good plot. cheesy ending.

cody and i went to the rolladium today. i don't think i have been to a rolladium in at least 10 years. it was very scary and VERY white trash. i was having a field day counting mullets and acid washed jeans.

i have a new crush.

and NO it's not who you think it is.

someone i know gave blow jobs to get nsync tickets for tonight.

i KNEW she was a whore. this just proves my theory even more.

rachel and cody are in the pool.

dad and barbara took michael to the park.

and i am inside on the computer.

i do believe this is the first time this house has been quiet in a week. its really amazing how 2 little boys can add so much noise to a house. michael screams because cody is instigating. cody screams because my dad says he can't have something. barbara screams because cody and michael are screaming. dad screams because barbara is screaming at cody and michael. i scream because everyone else is screaming.

i'm a follower, not a leader.

just kidding. its just really fun to scream. really, it is.

and i wonder why i have gone through almost an entire bottle of advil since my arrival.

HAHAHAH. i love the fact that my blogger is on PST time. its hilarious to think that *i* would actually be up at 6:26am on a sunday.

come to think of it...i am up at 8:26. SHIT. i swear. early risers in these parts.

i LOVE family weekends. they are SO much fun.

i am such a rebel. i'll probably have to wait until i get home to blog about my experience but, i will tell you this much...

R.E.B.E.L.

if you know me well - you'll know why.

word to big bird.

right. so i had the honor of picking out the movie for family night. my dad sent me to blockbuster to get "the family man", but it was sold out. so *i* get to pick out the movie. it was between "meet the parents" and "best in show". i finally decided on "best in show". why? because every one of my friends has said that it was hilarious.

i have now been banned from picking out any movie for family viewing. i must admit the movie was fucking hilarious. oh well. my parents and sister have no taste what-so-ever in movies. and NO appreciation for parker posey. the nerve.

i blame it on texas. :)

it is now 7:23pm. my father and i have been waiting for my stepmom and sister for 30 minutes to start a movie.

this is the EXACT reason why family nights need to be outlawed.

two mental notes to make for myself:

-do not try and drive on the 635 during rush hour on a friday night. it is NOT worth the stress. seriously, this entire freeway is under constructions. don't think of me as a wimp however, i have had my fair share of traffic. but this...i cannot even explain it. in california people drive like they have somewhere to go. in texas, everyone drives like they have NOwhere to go. it is completely ridiculous. 1 hour to go a little under 20 miles. oh HELL no.

-the next time my dad suggests i drive the expedition, pass on the opportunity. it is quite rare that i admit this but, i am a fairly short person. having me drive the expedition is like having a midget drive a tercel. i am just too short. i felt like kenny in "can't hardly wait". literally 3 inches from the wheel. definitely an interesting experience. the funny thing is that i have come to this conclusion before. when craaaaaiiiig was here last summer and i had to schlep him all the way to some hotel on the other side of dallas. at one point in time, he actually had the nerve to tell me to pull over so he could drive. its not that i am a shitty driver, i just have a hard time driving a car that is literally 4x the size of the car i drive at home.

DAMNIT. none of my banana links worked. but, i know you are dying to know what i bought. a stripped skirt, a knee legnth black skirt, a red shirt and a khaki jacket.

B.R.O.K.E

i decided that since i am starting a new job in a little over a week, i need some new clothes. first i went to gap and bought this. and this. and this.

then on to banana for this. this. this. and most importantly this.

haven't even started yet and i am already in debt. oh well, at least i will be lookin sexy :)

i *was* going to bake a banana bread and then...i realized that i had used all the vanilla extract making the cookies. damNATION.

i think if i even attempted to walk to the grocerey store i would probably collapse. shiiiiieeeeeeeettt. what's a girl to do? hmm...suggestions?

yay! its 9:10 and i just woke up. i found a pair of earplugs in my bag last night and they worked like a charm.

i think i can honestly say that my 2 year old brother is the most active child i have ever seen. i chased him around the house for at least 15 minutes last night. i am in SO much pain. i have come to the conclusion that he is on speed because i do not think it is humanly possible for one to run as fast as he did without collapsing. (and because i don't want to admit that i am so out of shape that i cannot follow a 2 year old around.)

the best sound ever is his laughter. it's so adorable. all high pitched and shit. love it.

anyway...i have become betty crocker. yesterday i made chocolate/peanut butter cookies and a fabulous dinner consisting of: honey mustard chicken, garlic spinach, corn and yummy bread. i am going to make some man very happy some day. HA. that was SO out of character for me. today's project? banana bread.

and really....it should not take me 10 minutes to find the remote for the tv.


thats all.

have you ever noticed that i say "heh" entirely too much?

i need a replacement for "heh".

it's really fun to be up at 9am when you are on vacation. the best part is that my little brother decided at 6:45 to have a shouting match with my stepmom. 6:45am=4:45am for me. don't get me wrong, i love being home and seeing my family BUT - 6:45...that's way too early for my liking. although, if i get used to waking up this early it shouldn't be so hard to wake up when i get home.

why would i need to wake up early when i get home? well...because...I FINALLY GOT A JOB. things have been so chaotic for the past week that i have not even had a chance to blog about it. i cannot express my excitement in words. i interviewed about 4 different times for this position. needless to say, it was something that i really wanted. it starts as more of an admin role but can move on to what i want to make of it. congratulate me, please :)

i used to be able to drink clearly canadian by the case. my dad sent me to the market to get some dinner for tomorrow night and i stumbled across the clearly canadian's. i bought a berry cream canadian and took two sips. i seriously feel sick. pukey sick. there is WAY too much sugar in clearly canadian.

buzzin....just like...heh.

hahahahaha. i forgot to mention that howie day was sitting next to me at the show last night. well, he was..until security kicked him out. heh.

so much to blog about...

my san antonio trip was the best. heather and i had such a great time. we started a little late yesterday and headed down to meet robs. we ended up getting to san antonio a little earlier than expected so, we checked into the hotel and vegged out. good times, good times.

robs and chris show up at a few minutes before 6 and we immediatly begin the work on our poster. we had decided that the front would say: carter 4 prez and the back would say: tawatha is a DIVA. we finally finish up a little before six thirty and head to jack in the crack to get some preshow munchies. i won't even go into the preshow drama. all i am going to say is that i really really wanted to see howie day and thanks to some asshole who HAD to eat, i missed his performance.

by the time we get into the show, junior brown is just finishing up his set. (on a side note, i would highly reccomend NOT missing his set, the last song he played was friggin nuts! my prediction is that he will most likely join the boys in a little watchtower action later. ) heather and i sit down in our seats and drool. seriously, these are the friggin NUTHOUSE seats. we almost cried. lights go down and dave walks out first. i hold up my sign and he starts laughing, then waves to carter to look at it. carter flashes me a HUGE smile and sits down. a few minutes later, the lovely tawatha enters. i grab the sign and some annoying ass frat boy behind me tells me to take it down. i hold it up long enough for her to see, get my props, and take it down. i am telling you, it was the best concert experience i have ever had. during angel, tawatha was singing and pointing to me and heather. she even gave us the horns since we kept flashing them to her. it was unreal.

at the very end of the show, carter came down to the very end of the stage and threw a drumstick to me. it was seriously the best feeling ever. it is now sitting in my bag. i am afraid to touch it. but really, its the best.

"that's a cool drumstick, did stefan throw it to you?"

alright, its been a few days but i am back.

just walked in from the dmb show in dallas. it was a really great show. wyclef was the perfect opener! i really didn't know what to expect but..man that was some good shit.

the dmb performance was really good as well. lots of energy. somewhat of a generic setlist but still...lotsa fun.

as for the rest of my trip here...i have managed to get myself and robbi lost 2 times. i am no longer allowed to say "i know how to get there". heh. 2.5 hours in the car today. maybe if you're lucky i'll tell the story later. for now, i must go to sleep. i am way too tired to blog.

g'night.

i don't even feel comfortable blogging anymore.

i am so incredibly annoyed i could scream.

thank you sharon.

for real. you are a true friend.

ok so we shall now continue to discuss the monday drama.

after the phone from the sheriff's office, i call sharon to inform her of the drama, since she was now involved. and the whore left me on hold for 10 minutes. it was all good though because i got to listen to the BONE. i ended up hanging up after hearing 2 songs. i gave up on her. come to think of it, she never apologized. what a whore.

last night kim called. it was amazing. seriously. kim is one of the most intelligent women i know. everything she says comes from her heart and when she gives you advice, you know it's coming from her heart. bottom line - it was a great conversation.

then i tossed and turned. for hours. and hours. i think i finally fell asleep at 4am. then was awoken by the sound of hammering at 8am. yes, 8am.

alright, i am done. and i am tired. peace out.

nothing like a mellow day of emails and listening to stevie.

i will refrain from typing lyrics. don't wanna cause a scandal.

blogger. please. get. to. work.

yesterday was one of the most awkward days of my life.

it started with an interview. interview number three for this biotech company. i mean really, for the position i am interviewing for - i should have had one interview and that would have been it. the thing is that with the job market the way it is at this time, there are SO many candidates for every position. its somewhat surreal. there have been several interviews where i have seen this ONE girl. i know who my competition is for some of these jobs. it's really nerve racking.

after the interview, i go to the doctors because i have this HIDEOUS rash on my back and leg. what is it you ask? SHINGLES. are you joking me? the doctor says that it's caused by stress. she breaks down my life and says, "look shayna - you are under an immense amount of stress. this happens in extremly stressed out people". ha. anyway, i go to walgreens to pick up my prescription and its valtrex. valtrex is also used to cure a breakout of herpes. i did NOT know this. so i get to the pharmacy and the woman is kinda snickering at me when i give her the prescription. i was kinda like, ummm...why are you snickering at me you bitches and hows*. when the pharmacist goes over the dosage and side effects, the first thing he says, "you're probably taking this for a cold sore or SOMETHING." as he is saying this i am reading the pamphlet that came with the pills. the first thing i see is this medicine is an antiviral used in patients with normal immune systems to treat herpes zoster infections (shingles) or genital herpes. so the pharmacist thinks *i* have herpes. ha.

yeah, and you thought that was it?

so then, i get home and the santa clara county sherriff's department is on the phone. jesus h. christ. i can't imagine what the fuck i have done. was i speeding? drug bust? one of my friends in jail?

no, none of these assumptions were correct. i won't go into detail but, this psycho hosebeast of a whore accused one of my friends of abusing her. this girl is a fucking nutcase. so obsessed with my friend that when he told her he wanted nothing to do with her, she made up these phony accusations. anyway, they're trying to dig up shit on my friend and i am giving them the dirt on her. it was rather amusing.

there is much more but i will wait until later to enlighten you all.

did YOU watch sex in the city tonight?

i did.

DAMN good show. and i love aiden´s little bartender friend. what was her name again? oh yeah...SHAYNA.

i rock the casbah.

el pollo loco is the best. seriously. i made elise take me there last night because i had the WORST craving for the black beans. man, it was some good shit. if i could eat el pollo loco everyday for the rest of my life i would be so content. maybe i should get a job in sunnyvale so that i can eat it all the time. wow. that is SUCH a good idea. it really is. uh huh.

i'm still listening to the john mayer show from 6.18. i am addicted.

i am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
i'm just stuck inside the gloom

friday evening we were drinking
2am i swear i might propose
so we close our tab
split a cab
call eachother up when we get home
falling asleep to the sound of sirens...

a week ago i changed my template for blogger. ever since, things have not been the same. i am having serious issues with the archive feature. i am so vain that i want to be able to read all my past posts. is that so wrong? no, i did not think so. if you would like to help me in this matter, please contact me. thanks.

there was just a parody of iron chef on snl.

it was pretty damn funny.

yup.

being the psycho obsessed john mayer fan that i am...i sign up to be a branch for a trading tree. i got it in the mail yesterday and didn't have a chance to listen to it until today. oh my god. thats all i can say. it is one of the best shows i have ever heard in my life. he does this amazing version of "wind cries mary" >"man on the side">"yellow ledbetter". shit. thats all i can say. ya shoulda seen me driving down 101. busting a move to "back to you". ha. i am SUCH a nerd. at one point, i looked over and this boy was completely laughing at me. am i the only person who dances and sings in their car?

excuse me mrs. busybody
could you pencil me in
though we both know
the worst part about it
is i would be free
when you wanted me
if you wanted me

my freshman year of high school, alison and i both had crushes on adam sager. the big competition was to see who could date him first. at the time i was dating mitch remba. yeah. dating. can you even call it that? we were together for 5 months and saw eachother 3 times in those few months.

the plan was to go to this dance with mitch, dump him and makeout with adam. mitch gets dumped and i walk over to adam and..alison is being ALL kinds of flirty. drama queen shayna goes into the bathroom and doesn't come out. for the entire dance. when i look back on it now it was a very funny night. but think about being 15 and watching your best friend flirt with the boy you like. adam and alison never madeout. but, i have this feeling that they will get married. as soon as alison breaks up with annoying blake.

i really have no reason behind telling that story. but it's funny, right? uh huh, that's what i thought.

oh wow.

look at this.

last night was really fun. i went up to san francisco and hung out with some friends from high school. nothing has really changed with any of them. well, besides the fact that half of them are engaged or married. then the other half is completely consumed with their jobs and have nothing better to talk than shop.

actually, it was a good time. i started playing bartender the second i walked in the door. first batch of margaritas-not too strong but enough to get people going...second round-sarah almost passed out and i start flirting with an 18 year old. (ok-i SWEAR i didn't know how old he was when we started talking-REALLY.) round three-sarah is really almost passed out and making out with her bf in a chair. that was my entertainment for the night.

by 10 i am drunk outta my mind. those of you who know me know i prefer to not drink. because i have no tolerance. and when i say no...i mean one drink and i am on my ass. last night i think i was pretty mellow. until i met aaron. from the second i walked in the door, this beautiful boy caught my eye. nice looking, obviously jewish, well dressed, nerdy looking, ya know-my type. anyway, after the second margarita i finally build up the courage to go and talk to him. the first thing he says to me is "i just bought a russian porn, wanna see it?" uh huh. RIGHT. cuz you know when you're drunk, the first thing you wanna see is something that may or may not make you horny. needless to say, i passed on that one. instead of the magazine, we decide on a friendly drinking game. i TOTALLY won. i think i pounded like 4 margaritas in 30 minutes. after that, i was OUT OF IT. i realize once i am completely drunk that aaron is no longer flirting with me and is flirting with some other girl. HELLO. anyway, i ended up talking to yet another boy. whom i have known probably more than 15 years. i won't go into much detail but, i think i may be seeing him again. really soon.


8 margaritas, a pack of camel lights and 6 advil later...

until i'll hide in my bedroom
staying up all night just to write
a love song for no one...

tequila is NOT my friend.

that's all i have to say.

goodnight.

If I could ride this slide into forever
What would I give to getaway
That pain that stayed
Seemed like forever
What would you give to getaway

I know this is how I could be over you
You know this is not another waste of time
All this holding on can't be wrong
Just come back to me and I am not alone

You had your man your fan but not forever
You should have let him
You should have let him getaway
But your pride made you ride on this slide by his side to his lies
Seemed like forever
What would you give to getaway

I know this is how I could be over you
You know this is not another waste of time
All this holding on can't be wrong
Just come back to me so I am not alone
To getaway
To getaway
To getaway
To getaway

I know this is how I could be over you
You know this is not another waste of time
All this holding on can't be wrong
And I know this is how I could be over you
You know that I am not another waste of time
All this holding on can't be wrong
If you come back to me so I am not alone
To getaway

he called. weird. so weird. what do you say to someone after they have broken your heart? absolutely nothing. from the second i heard his voice, the tears started flowing.

whenever i get those cheesy "all about me" emails, i always chuckle at the question "have you ever loved someone so much it made you cry?". i'll usually say something like.."ok, brandy" or something wise ass like that. but i have. loving someone with all of you heart is the most amazing feeling.

but once the love dies, what do you do? how do you heal the pain? you always hear about how wonderful love is..but really, i sometimes wonder if it's worth the pain of a breakup. oddly enough, it was my shortest relationship yet i know i have never felt like this before.

and with that, i hit repeat again on the train cd. i would highly suggest that NO one purchases this cd while going through a breakup.

i had this amazingly deep blog...

then sharon inisisted on showing me some pictures...

get the point?

cravings suck. i want an old fashioned glazed donut so badly right now i can almost taste it. WHY does happy donuts have to be so friggin far away from my house? shit. we need a 24 hour donut delivery service.

anyone wanna go into business with me?

i really like sprite more than 7up.

why? because...7up loses its carbonation right after you pour it in a glass.

i haven't talked to adam in over 3 weeks. its the weirdest feeling. you talk to someone everyday for 9 months...then all the sudden the calls stop.

i guess i never really thought about it until now.

so according to marika, when she tries to access my blog, PORN pops up.

how DOPE is that?

erykah badu is the shit.

now what am i supposed to do
when i want you in my world
but how can i want you for myself
when i'm already someone's girl
i guess i'll see you next lifetime
maybe we'll be butterflies...

finally.

there were issues but they have worked themselves out.

praise the lord.

happy days are here again..the sky above is clear again...

blog blog blog.

i know this is how i could be over you
you know this is not another waste of time
all this holding on can't be wrong
just come back to me and i am not alone.

my dad and stepmom sent me the COOLEST blue glasses. i look like bono. well, kinda. ok, not really but- the glasses totally kick some serious ass.

they also bought me this kick ass orange leather purse. i LOVE my stepmom, she has the most unique taste in fashion! i am gonna look like a fucking rockstar now. all decked out in blue glasses and an orange purse. watch out emmy! i may be in need of a fashion emergency.

i have become all too familiar with the tlc daytime schedule.

right now i am watching "a dating story".

the best is when the two "daters" hate eachother from the second the meet.

with that, i would like to say...i REALLY need a job.

i HATE it when people take your laundry out of the drier before the clothes in it are DRY. have some consideration. please.

assholes.

holy shit. i had the BEST time last night.

have you ever been so intoxicated that all you can do is lay on the floor and laugh?

that was marika and myself last night. i dunno whose idea it was to call my friend nick in new jersey but, it was just about the funniest conversation i have ever been a part of. the real fun began when markia insisted on talking to him. let me re-inact the conversation for you:

m-how YOU doin
n-i'm good, how YOU doin?
m-(laughs hysterically.) then whispers to me, "is he a gangsta?"

at this point we are both on the floor laughing so hard we can hardly contain ourselves. nick is laughing to but i don't think he fully understands.

it was a lot more amusing last night then it seems. really, i swear :)

damn it feels good to be a gangsta

maRIKA is the best. she brought me some lawn furniture tonight and we've been chillin in it. good times.

hani hani come and dance with meeeee
hani hani come and dance with meeeee

umm. i'm having a good time. uh huh :)