CLEMENTINE KRUCZYNSKI

Seeing that its been a good couple months since certain events have taken place, I realized that I never took the time to post any sort of “angry” or “bitter” rant. I don’t know if that’s what this will be, but… I guess we’ll be able to tell whether or not that’s what this blog will be by the time I’m done writing it. Most of my thoughts have been invested in several pages out of journals and random song lyrics placed here and there, whether it be on Myspace or on the corner of a scrap piece of paper.

I’m not going to explain what happened. For those of you who don’t know all the nitty-gritty details, just consider yourselves lucky, especially if you were fortunate enough to not witness it. First off, let me say that I have never felt more publicly humiliated, and (at the time) I felt beyond weak; at my absolute worst breaking point. And one of the worst things from that night in particular, was that I was actually enjoying myself, regardless of how negative I was feeling a few hours before-hand. I was pepped up and really cheerful, but… shit had to hit the fan. I had to witness something I really rather would not have, and it was sort of like a wake-up call in the worst way; definitely not the wake-up calls I was used to. This was harsh reality. What’s worse, it was under intoxicated circumstances. You know, when I look back at everything that happened between me and… that person in the past year seems like a complete dream. Everything now is just so… unreal and at the rare times I do find myself thinking back to the “good times” (or at least what I believed to be “good times”) I have a hard time convincing myself that any of it happened. I’d have an easier time believing the fact that I was schizophrenic, than actually believe that what happened actually did happen, and the words exchanged really were spoken. Hours upon hours spent on the phone were all a waste. I compromised relationships with my friends and family. I turned down someone who really did seem to care for me in exchange for someone I went through the same old pointless cycle with. I allowed certain things to get out of hand and I feel that I allowed situations to carry on farther than I would have liked them to. All the sneaking around, all the lies I had to tell, all the arguments I got into over that person; all the fighting I did for him… all of it seemed to be nothing more than a waste of time and energy, and did nothing more than make me look like a bigger fool than I already am.

“You’re worth living for.” For something that seems to mean so much, he really did have one hell of an unconventional way of showing that he meant it. Yes, there are certain things I remember being told, whether I wanted to hear them or not; good and bad. I’m not going to stay mad at a person for them not being able to fall in love with me, that’s just crazy. But so help me, I will stay mad at a person for dragging our relationship out for so long, when they don’t know what they want for sure. As far as that goes, it’s going to be a while until I can stop being bitter about that. A grown man should not be harboring such indecisiveness. It’s not fair to him or that person he’s putting it through (that person being me). I’m over all the crying because “he’s not in love with me and he never will be” bullshit. No, no, no. I’m honestly beyond all that. The last time I even cried over that stuff was the last conversation we both had about it. Since then… I’ve been tough as nails, and it’s not like all the other times when I feel as if I’m only kidding myself and my feelings will eventually catch up with me to bite me in the ass.

I’ve been ready to start new; willing and able to mingle and stay open. Eye candy is one sort of sweet that most certainly will not rot the eyes. I’m beyond excited to start college, with the hopes of meeting new people: muffins in particular. I know I’ll come across my fair share of doughnuts, because I’m no stranger to that… but college is a good way for me to broaden my horizon and my God… when I was over at SWC the other day, I couldn’t get enough of all the white boys.

I’ve blocked out the good feelings and talks, and I think it’s in that sense that I’m like Clementine, only in my case… I’m not going to try to figure out what it was I erased, because I know that in the end, I’ll be back at square one, and I’ll remember exactly why I wanted to erase everything to begin with. I’ve learned the hard way that I’m only hurting myself if I continue to reminisce over the things I once loved about this person, memories shared and songs dedicated included. I don’t want to hurt anymore, and I’ve been doing pretty good by myself. I don’t even lurk on Myspace. I think the reason I haven’t completely managed to erase him off Myspace is just to keep a tiny reminder that all of it was real, and that I’m not as crazy as I let myself believe I am. Every time I don’t click the link to their page, I mentally pat myself on the back for not allowing curiosity to get the best of me.

Of course I’ll be there if there shall ever come a day when he might need me, but I know that I’m probably one of the last people he’ll ever think to turn to now, but that’s okay. I don’t need to be in places where I’m not needed. I’m glad that I have the freedom to remain carefree and not worry about the ex-girlfriends I cannot stand because of the things I’ve heard they’ve done, particularly about the way they had treated him and yet he still maintains some sort of “friendship” or keeps them as acquaintances. I don’t need to go on not being able to understand why for some reason he insists to keep in close contact. It’s out of my hands now, and I don’t have to throw subtle reminders his way that such things make me uncomfortable. I don’t have to act like I’m okay with the idea of him even exchanging words with them, hanging out with them through mutual friends… I don’t even have to pretend that I enjoy listening to him read to me the heartfelt song lyrics he wrote about them way back when. I don’t even need to feel like he’d much rather hang out with his friends than spend time with me, or would rather be pre-occupied with other things over the phone than talking to me. I don’t have to hint at the fact that I’m not having a good day rather than him just asking how my day was. I don’t need to constantly ask him how he’s feeling and not have him ask the same of me. I don’t need any of that, and I’m better off without it. In the past year, I’ve had numerous people tell me that I deserve better than this. Better than him. My friends, my family, my teachers and co-workers, complete strangers I met at parties, and even his friends have told me this, and it’s about time I start believing them.

It’s about time I get rid of the idea that one day he’ll just change his mind and realize how much I really did mean to him. It’s about time I raise my white flag and surrender all these ideas in my hopeless romantic head and figure out the difference between romanticizing a situation and seeing it for what it really is, and what it really is… is nothing. You can’t make people fall in love with you, and it’s not fair for you to stay with someone and just hope that one day they fall in love with you. That’s not how it works, and as much of a hard pill it is to swallow, it’s my turn to lean my head back and take it, and follow it with a wash of ice cold water. I’m done with counting the days to see how long it will take before my heart is broken/disappointed by the same old person.

I’m not trying to sound cocky when I say any of this, but the honest-to-God truth is that I am a great catch. I put people before myself and I am very thoughtful. I do my best to keep up conversations, and I’m the farthest thing from a man-eater. I’m not a slut, and I am sentimental and honest. I’m weird, but that’s just me. I look cute on a good day, and I admit that I don’t have a knock-out body. I’m very understanding and I do my best to be mature and open to everything. I treat boys like people- not like toys. I’m quite possibly one of the most considerate people you’ll ever meet.

I think it’s about time I wrap up this blog… this long overdue  rant/reflection. I think I may be starting to talk in circles again, so I’ll end it with these last words…

If there was just one thing I could say to you, it’d be this: If I was ever anything at all, I was yours.

TENNIS COURT SOUNDTRACK

What the fuck is your problem? If anyone should be feeling disdain, it should be ME. If anyone should desire to “pull a Clementine,” it should be ME. I never thought I’d lose a best friend so badly. Never have I done you wrong. Of all the people I’ve ever known/met in my life, I think it’s fair to say that you are officially the one person who has hurt me the most – without a doubt. I ain’t never loved anyone the way I loved you. Your words and actions are like acid. If any of this is some sort of ploy to make me feel bad, congratulations, mission accomplished. Do what you have to do. Delete me from Myspace, delete every last comment I ever sent you. Read every note and letter I ever wrote to you one last time and then burn them all. In case you didn’t notice, you meant everything to me. You don’t need me and you never did. And I never needed you. That’s what I’ll keep telling myself until I actually believe it. I’m definitely not as strong as I’d like everyone to believe, but so help me… I’m breaking down again. One last time. One final release of every good and bad feeling I ever felt with you. There’s no crawling back. There’s no begging and pleading. This is my intervention.

Distance never felt so horrible when it came to you, whether it was the physical or mental distance- or both. I missed you more than anyone else did, I don’t care what anyone else says. You were in 99.9% of my thoughts all day, everyday. There was pretty much never a moment when I wasn’t thinking about you, let alone missing you and wanting more than anything to be with you. My heart was thousands and thousands of miles away from me for so many months and I remained patient and hopeful. I finally caught that curve-ball you threw with my heart, and it goes without saying that the batter struck out. You’ve never been so cruel as you are now. You’ve never been so unforgiving. You’ve never seemed so eager to throw everything (concerning me) away. Just keep pushing me away until you see that I’ve become nothing at all. I guess I’ll have to do the same to you, and fight my desire to fight back like hell and do everything I can to keep you. Dammit. Fuck you. I miss you. I’m losing you and it’s effortless. I was never your first choice. I should have just walked away, because it has hurt me so much. You, you were always my first choice.

Nothing I haven’t said before. This is just me walking in circles. It’s time for me to take a step in the right direction, and out of the circle. I wish you weren’t hurting me so badly, because it’s just making all of this that much harder. Sorry I’m not one of the girls who can break your heart; you were head over heels for those girls. Gone are the nights of phone conversations about everything and nothing. Gone are the “false hope” comments of random links/pictures/videos regarding said conversations. It was quite an experience. I’d have killed the messenger if he ever said it would turn out this way. I’m not going to lurk around Myspace every now and then to cure my curiosity. I’ll never heal at that rate. Is everything just going to remain forgotten? Is that really the end of this chapter? I’ll be damned. All right. That’s just the way it is, I guess. I want you, but I’m not giving in this time.

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Where have you been?
I’ve been waiting so long to hear from you
And all the things that we said we would do,
Remains to be plans of the past

We’ve been, we’ve been too quiet for too long.
Where is, where is the hope we once had?
It’s too late to be saved by your charm,
We’ll never get this right

Your words are cold, and the season is too,
The comfort in your voice is gone
Don’t keep in touch, I’m better off all alone
You’ve lost everything that I’ve loved

So is it worth this time?
Am I done in your mind?
Will I regret once you’re gone?
Why did I ever think that we would, we would be good?

We’ve been, we’ve been too quiet for too long.
Where is, where is the hope we once had?
It’s too late to be saved by your charm,
We’ll never get this right

Well, alright, I’m sorry I even tried
I was a fool to have hope in you, in you

WRITER’S… ROAD BLOCK –? !

Dear self,

hello, hope you’re doing well… with the exception of senioritis, unemployment, and being overcome by the deadly sin of sloth. I was just curious about something, and the best way for me to come about that is by asking… WHAT THE FUCK?! Why the hell haven’t you been writing lately? Remember One In Twenty and All You Wanted? Both of those scripts were completed years ago, and they still require your attention… given the changes you’ve been considering making for the sake of the characters and plots. And what the hell happened to that novel?! Cheese, Chocolate, and Grapes still has so much promise, don’t forget about it! You started that back in 8th grade, and now you’re in 12th. I think it’s safe to say you’ve made progress on it, however said progress is minimal. Get your lazy ass off Myspace and Mafia Wars and get back to writing! Whatever happened to that girl who carried around a notebook wherever she went? That girl who would write herself to sleep? That girl who would even write while soaking in the bathtub? WE WANT THAT GIRL BACK! Lord knows you’ve had enough inspiration to work with, so use it! Don’t waste such valuable writing resources. Don’t forget: everyday you don’t write something clever is one more day you’ve foolishly wasted; and one less word, sentence, paragraph, or page lost.

So what if Zack Braff stole your ending to Candy Hearts when Garden State was released? As brilliant as that ending was, work around it and come up with something better. And whatever happened to that “short ” story you started working on two years ago? Yeah, you know what I’m talking about: The Hot Dog/Cab Incident. That has a lot of promise too. ADD TO IT, DAMMIT. Don’t solely rely on blog sites in which to write all your material. Go back to old habits, and carry around a huge notebook and inky pens. Find yourself writing one-liners and short synopsises.

Look at yourself. You’ve gone so crazy, you’re writing a letter to yourself in hopes of striking that writing bug you’ve seem to lost over the years.

Good luck.

Love, Catherine

SENIORITIS

Graduation is months away… seven, to be exact, and I’m definitely catching the senioritis bug early on. Honestly, I just don’t give a shit about school at the moment. I shouldn’t be complaining, because I have the easiest classes right now. Government is a bit off for me, because after 5 weeks, I still don’t know how the fuck Ms. Guerrero expects notes to be formatted correctly, nor do I really care. I only turned in one packet of notes, and I didn’t even receive credit for it because I had no idea what I was doing. She rambles on and on and I manage to tune her out every time. At least I passed the first and only test in that class with a C.

As for newspaper, I have always procrastinated in that class, and I’m not really worried about it. When someone is expecting some sort of written material from me, it’s best if I write under pressure anyways. No matter what, I always get my stuff done for that class, and besides, it’s an easy A.

I realized it was pointless to even waste a breath trying to do well in Spanish. Ms. Ward doesn’t teach us jack shit, let alone set up actual lesson plans. It’ll be easy for me to slide pass Spanish 3-4 with at least a B, because I think that’s what I got on the last grade report. Being a kiss-ass never seems to fail me. High school is all about bullshitting your way through it anyways, right? Why should I give my 100% effort if my own teacher won’t even do that? As long as it looks like I care about learning and doing well, that’s all Ward will see, and that’s all that matters to me at this point.

Photo class could really use more of my attention. It’s just difficult when I’m uninspired most of the time and I have to share the good camera with two other people. I know that I am capable of taking decent pictures for the class, but yet again… laziness has gotten the best of me.

All I really do lately is nap, waste time on Myspace… and rot my mind with lame VH1 shows. I really do not know where all my spare time goes… it just disappears like it’s nothing. I think another reason I’ve been so lazy lately has a lot to do with the fact that I am still unemployed. When I have a job, I realized that for some reason I’m much more motivated in all aspects of my life, not just school life; when I have a job I like using my (rare) free time writing and reading, and even doing homework. I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. I wish I could always just… be motivated and productive, but I can’t. My senioritis has also been tainting my college ambitions, and that is just about the last thing I need, especially now. College applications are due at the end of this month, and I haven’t gotten one essay written, let alone seriously organized/prioritized my choices of schools. I don’t want to fuck up my future because I gave in to feelings of laziness when I was nothing but an idiotic, naive teenager. I really need a life wake-up-call, in the worst way. I need to save myself before it’s too late. I need more will-power to become motivated again.

HALLOWEENIE ‘08

This year’s Halloween was really fun… possibly one of the best. The Scooby Doo group costumes were a complete success, if I do say so myself LOL @ bumping the Scooby Doo theme song (ON REPEAT) with Josalle’s jeep as the Mystery Machine, driving up and down Palm Avenue, then finally pulling up in front of school. I had forgotten just how much I love Halloween; it’s really amusing to see everyone dressed up in the randomest costumes. I saw: a ceiling fan, some big Merlin/wizard head, gay cowboys, Disney princesses, and a slutty nun- to list a few.

I was invited to a few parties, and I totally had just about every intention of getting drunk and/or high that night for the hell of it, but I didn’t… and I’m glad I didn’t, because my night went really well without excessive partying on my part. Met up with Judas Victoria, and we went to Luzita’s for some good ol’ California burritos. The liquor store didn’t have any raspberry Arizona, which broke my heart. We saw Robin & Alex Li walking around the parking lot- Robin was looking for a place to get a haircut. Random, lol. Stopped by Factory2U, which always goes hand-in-hand after a trip to Luzita’s. Passed by Northgate and totally got a little peek of James Franco working at one of the registers by the door. Walked back to Victoria’s and got ready to go out. Mila kept calling me Vico, hahahaha! She’s too cute :3

[My on-going, repetitive conversation with Mila all night long]

C: What’s my name?

M: Vico!

C: What’s your name?

M: Cookie!

C: What’s my name?

M: No.

C: What’s your name?

M: No.

Victoria just HAD to bust out the scary pocket knife so we’d have some protection for the night. A lot of good that did us. She left it in the car. (Besides, we didn’t even need it, I swear.) Went trick-or-treating with Mila around Victoria’s nana’s neighborhood, then dropped by Vico’s to meet up with her, Lorena and Melanie. A little while after resting our tired feet, Victoria’s mom picked us up and we stopped by CVS, drove around Palm Pacifica looking for The Asylum haunted house (with no luck), then Blockbuster. Rented Dead Silence and Diary of the Dead. Got some food from Carl’s Jr. and got dropped off at mi casa. After freshening up/washing off makeup and checking Myspace/Mafia Wars, we watched Dead Silence in my living room… or at least tried to. I don’t know if it was the shitty acting or my lack of interest as the movie progressed, or my insane exhausted state that kept me everything but absorbed in the movie. We eventually crawled into my super comfy snug bed and watched Romero’s Night of the Living Dead until we went to sleep. The next morning we watched The Hills Have Eyes, which still freaks me out, even after all these years. Candy & pretzels for breakfast are the only way to go the day after Halloween, nom nom nom.

And at last, it is November. Only 1 month and 15 days until I’m 18. The last few months have always been my favorite time of the year; all the best holidays are at the end! I’m ready for some nice winter weather and the holidays :3

HOMECOMING & STUFF [2]

Saturday was good, to say the least.

I had the house to myself all morning, which I loved. Geez, I can’t wait until I get my own place. God knows when that’ll be. (I really don’t want to forget about this… so here’s a side note: I was really giggly because I was looking at some new reblogs on Tumblr, and I heard my mom say to my dad “I have bread inside the car… do not esmush it.” LOL @ my mom’s Spanish accent peeking out at the end of that sentence. I really can’t explain why, but that just made me really giggly for the rest of the morning.)

I got ready for Mila’s 2nd birthday/costume party & had phone talk with James- the majority of the conversation included discussion about Mafia Wars/Myspace, like always, lol. I also spent a good 15 minutes looking for the damn wrapping (no, not rapping, lol James) paper for Mila’s gift. Turns out it was in the first place I looked.

Here’s another LOL, before I forget… I was about to get picked up by Kim (while still on the phone) and said bye to my mom as I was heading out the door; *puts phone down* ME: “Kim’s gonna give me a ride to the party, I wrote down the address by the computer. I’ll call you later.” MOM: “Okay… cover up!” [referring to  my cleavage... {which wasn't really so cleavage-y at all, I swear}] *shuts door, returns attention to phone* JAMES: “Tell your mom I said thank-you.” ME: “For what? OH! For telling me to cover up cleavage?!” LOL. That was a good phone talk, he made me smile & giggle, like always<3

I only managed to stay at Victoria’s nana’s casa for a few hours. Had some jumps in the bounce house with Vico, Robby, Victoria, Kim, Mila & Brian. (LOL @ Robby’s sickass milkshake superhero costume, BTW. Very kickass.) I’m super excited for Halloween, even though I’m not going to Jack’s Mannequin anymore *tear* But, hay! Trick-or-treating is going to be really fun. I’ve been on a sweet craze lately, so the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

I headed home around 5ish to rush and get ready for homecoming. The directions given in the invitation were shit, but we found the place okay. Xander, Savannah, Erica & Gabriel were the first few (out of the people I actually knew) to arrive, then everyone else started showing up. I felt dizzy as soon as I got on the boat, and I knew that if I were to leave my 3 inch+ heels on, it’d be the death of me. It was a really nice boat- 4 levels: the bathroom on the lowest level, the dance floor on the second, the “galley” on the third, and the top was open space for seats and stuff.

The DJ pretty much sucked ass. There’s really no other way to describe that. Not many of the songs he played were as fun & dancy as I would have liked them to be. I requested ‘Hot In Herre’ (yes, the Nelly song) at the beginning of the dance and I don’t think he even gave playing that a second thought. It would have been a total LOL moment if he had played it… I mean, it would be completely appropriate since the dance floor was a sweat fest to begin with. I was also disappointed because he didn’t play ‘Swing’ or ‘It’s Tricky.’ LAME. LOL @ dancing with James during a mariachi song. That was the only real one-on-one dance I actually had that night, the rest was a bunch of nasty freaking with Tina, Ruben, Josalle, Yvonne, Jeffrey, Robin… and a bunch of other people I’m too lazy to recall. Damn. I really have no rhythm, it’s horrible, LOL. *Note to self: take dancing classes in preperation for my wedding… wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself with my lack of dancing skills.* Another lame thing was the fact the DJ didn’t play any slow songs… except for one at the end of the night when everyone was getting off the boat. Me & Jeff danced for like 15 seconds, hah!

Poor Tina was seasick during the dance. I had a headache all night, but hey… when do I NOT have a headache, right? I’m surprised I didn’t get all woozy like I usually do on boats, that was nice. I really enjoyed sitting out on the deck with the breeze of the cold ocean air. It wasn’t remotely close to Titanic at all, but I couldn’t help but think about that in the back of my mind. At one point when we were in the middle of what seemed to be nowhere, it was pitch black on the water and the fog was really rolling in… it was creepy since you couldn’t see anything. I began thinking about The Mist and went back inside, lol. We got back around 11ish, and it was foggy all over town, which I enjoyed immensely. James was mine & Jeffrey’s ride home. We were waiting around the harbor for about an hour-ish until James’ sister picked us up. I was hella tired and hella scrubby. The puppy dog curls were gone and my hair was almost completely straight. The bottom of my feet were black and dirtied from walking around barefoot all night long. As much as I suck at dancing, homecoming was really fun, and I’m glad I went

“OH LORD” & ICE CREAM

I’ve been saying that a lot lately: “Oh Lord.” I don’t know why. My sister says that a lot… maybe I’m turning into a… mini-Ana. OH LORD.

Today wasn’t really as productive as yesterday. 2hour-ish phone talk/wake-up call with Jimbo, like every morning, which is nice. I love our “nerky” coversations. He makes me smile Anyways, Mobsters was the main topic, as well as Mafia Wars… which is now my new “addiction” on Myspace. OH LORD.

Drove mom to Vons and dropped off my application at Game Stop. I rrrrrrrrrreally hope I get the job… hopefully my prior retail experience will benefit me. Stopped by Cold Stone and got myself a waffle cone with chocolate ice cream, since my dream last night involved ice cream… and rednecks, NPH, cops (who ate ice cream), cars sinking into the freeway, a Buzz Lightyear-themed rocket/plane… seen driving on the freeway, and ripping off cow’s legs (IDK WTH that means). According to DreamMoods.com, to see or eat ice cream in your dream, denotes pleasure and satisfaction with your life. It is also an indicative of good luck and success in love. That works for me! It’s weird, I always dream about stuff the night before and the next day I see/hear/do something that pertains to whatever I dream about. The past few months I’ve noticed that happens, so if I dream about something (like ice cream, for instance) I “make it happen,” so to speak… if that makes sense.

I think when I finally manage to get my lazy ass off Myspace, I’m going to finish watching Dragon Heart, because I haven’t seen that movie in years, and I was watching it earlier this morning. The rest of the day will be spent wasting time, in other words. It’s too damn hot to do anything! Post-summer heat is just as bad as summer heat.

YOB HUNT

I don’t know why, but I woke up around 5AM and could not go back to sleep. I went back and forth between lying in bed listening to music, to Myspace in the computer room. Had 3 hour-ish phone talk, the longest it’s been in a while, which made me happy, even though most of the conversation was spent talking about Mobsters, lol. & I can’t believe… more or less 5 months.

After phone talk I busted out the white pages in hopes of finding some local places that would hire poor little unemployed, under-aged me. Most of the places I tried were either not hiring, or only hired at age 18 and up. I applied online for Game Crazy in Chula Vista, and when I drove my mom to Mervyn’s I applied on one of the computers at customer services. I didn’t even know they opened a new Game Stop on Saturn, but there it was… calling out to me. I was really psyched too, since the Game Stop on Palm had said they already finished hiring for the holidays. I walked in and talked with one of the employees… her name was Joelyn or something like that. She complimented my Gwen Stefani purse as soon as I walked up to her, lol; then she complimented my earrings, and then my sunglasses. We had small talk about how I got laid off at the Disney Store and stuff, and she gave me an application. She said that I shouldn’t keep my hopes too high or rely on just that store, since they already had a butt-load of applications, but I’m really hoping I get the job. I’d love working in a video game store… it’s hella nerdy, but come on, LOOK AT ME.

I was also thinking about applying at Starbucks, just not the one on Palm, because I’d hate to serve the little pukes I go to school with. AMC is also on my list of places I’d like to attempt applying at. As a last resort, I’ll apply at Levi or Nike, but for now I want to milk out all of my other options, because I want to work somewhere I love.

When I got home, I walked to Luzita’s and bought a California burrito ($4.09) and got an Arizona from Northgate, which was only $0.85(?!?!!!) Awesome. James Franco was there, but I didn’t go to his line since it was way too busy anyways. I weakly dragged myself home in the damn heat, and watched Maury… then I knocked out for 4 hours… a lovely, food coma/sleep deprivation induced nap. It was nice.

(By the way, I can’t get over how good I smell right now… thanks to Herbal Essences Long Term Relationship raspberry shampoo and that new orchid body spray from Bath & Body Works.)

ROUND ONE

Okay, let’s give this a try… I haven’t really dedicated myself to a blog in almost 2 years.

Today was pretty good; had the usual wake-up call around 6AMish, then went back to sleep. Jiao, Kim & Ruben came over and we got hella hella competitive while playing Mario Kart. Made a quick trip to Northgate so we can stare at the gorgeous James Franco look-alike. After about an hour of pacing up and down the aisles, Jiao decided to buy us a full gallon of sherbet ice cream :9

Victoria came over a little after we got back to my house, we were in the middle of another Mario Kart game before taking another ice cream break. The delicious push-pop ice cream seriously reminded me of childhood, as Kim pointed out. It was really nice to cool off with during the whack post-summer heat we get every year, and this year is no different. We played more video games, then made a trip to Luzita’s so Ruben & Jiao could get something to eat. After Luzita’s we stopped by Factory2U, where they had those cute, slutty red heels I had my eyes on the last time I went there with 007. It was only $1.99! I didn’t buy them though…

Played more video games at home, everyone saw just how excited I get while playing Resident Evil 4, hahaha. Watched 2 episodes of Maury (paternity tests & out of control teens) and played a few more rounds of RE4: Mercenaries. Everyone left & I gave James a call -he was in the middle of something, so I took a quick shower and checked Myspace, only to find that I got pwned in Mobsters. Mobsters is terribly pointless, but really amusing. I don’t know why. Anyways, James called back after having some difficulty with my whack phone and we talked for about 30 minutes. Both of us are really anxious to see each other- hopefully he’ll be back home by February or March. We need to work on a list of things to do for when he comes home. So far, I’ve got: play mini golf, have “sleepovers,” and watch Teeth.

Brad, Jiao & Hitler called me to see if I wanted to go bowling, but there was no way my mom would have let me go… at 10 PM?! Come on now, haha. As much as I would have liked to, I know I wouldn’t have been able to. I haven’t been bowling since this past summer with my cousins… and I totally won that game… with bumper guards on the gutters. I wonder how well I’d do without those…