10 years in the making

I waited 10 years for that night and was sorely disappointed. Met a guy(My hero) who I will probably never see again. Linz and I got in a fist fight with another dude. He got what he deserved. Met some Palm Springs people and a wild mountain man who bathes in fresh water creeks and is a back-road trucker or something like that. Got invited to hang out with Cedric in Venice. That didn't happen but I think we're going out there tonight. Got lost on Hollywood somehow, ran a red light, and made it home by 6:45 am. The night had its moments, but overall was a bit of a let down.




Oh yeah, and mom lost her job so I'll most likely be homeless in a month.

its a new year

Its a new year and its finally warm outside.

I won't allow this year to ruin me, like last. But with each year, we get closer and closer to the end. 2012. I'm convinced, and terrified. I hope more than anything this is just another y2k.





But if not, Where will I be? Who will I want there with me? Will there be an after?



Can't worry too much about these things now. I've got a party to get ready for. Gonna be chillin' with this guy

what a joke

Disenchanted: To be FREED from enchantment.

Family in town

Having my family in town was a blessing for the first week. Now, I wish it would end. I have no time to work on my art and I'm constantly getting calls from my cousin to go get more weed. I've always been the one to take care of the family but it's getting old. Time to focus, but now I've got to clean my room and baby proof it in preparation for guests and family dinners. Cousin Aaron is coming out tomorrow night. We used to be really close when I was a grom, but now he just gets way too drunk and talks shit on my dad and Jehovah's Witnesses. I really hope he's a bit more mentally stable this time around. I think L. Ron Hamster is pissed at me because one of my baby cousins tried to throw him. Poor guy. I wish I had the money to spoil my hamster like I used to do for my cat.

I'm strongly considering telling everyone to fuck off and move in with my dad in Vegas. Things would be better off for me, but I worry about everyone else.

Ice Cream

If I can't eat ice cream at a time like this, what's the point.
*Total disappointment*


On a side note, Vegas was almost amazing.

The latest?

No more Vie De France. No more visors, no guacamole on my shirt, no second generation immigrants, no mall drama, no creepers(hopefully). I'm happy, but its bittersweet. I'll miss the friends I've made and those wacky regulars, but I can live without them. The boss is mad at me so he's trying not to give me my tips. Sucks for him that daddy is a lawyer. I primarily reserve that card for ex-employers. Moving away in about a month, and that has me scared shitless. I worry about the people I know. I hear stories from my parents of their old friends 'so&so' and 'whats-herface'. I hope that doesn't happen here, but I guess that's up to me. Being the flakiest person ever makes it probable. I've been doing what I do best under time constraints and stressful situations... Nothing. I've been glued to my DS for a week straight. It's time to get some stuff done. Sucks I was raised to believe the world would be gone by now and I'd be chillin' with wild animals so I didn't need to be worrying about trivial things like college or surviving on my own. If I were a good witness girl I'd be married to a thirty-something year old mechanic and popping out kids by now. How sad.


Ballet is really getting the best of me this year. We're dancing to some of the songs from the Lion King. Not the Disney version. They're great dances, but I've been slacking, so I'm pretty lost right now. I was told I was going to have a partnered dance but I think it got cut. Probably due to my constant absences. Should be fun anyways though. I'd rather not stress out about a single thing right now. My feet are already killing me and I've got enough on my plate as it is.

Dear old men

Please don't come to my work and try to flirt with me. Please stop the sexual inuendos. I'd appreciate it if you would stop trying to get me drunk in hopes that I'll look past the fact that you're old enough to be my father. When you see me having a good time with my friends, please leave it at that. Don't touch me. I don't know you and did not invite your attention.

What ever happened to personal space? I want mine back.