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There are some new post under the old ones, for some reason they dont go in order!

It promised to snow this Tuesday...

.... today is Saturday and im tanning outside:

All the right friends in all the wrong places...

The fact that someone passed away is not sad.
When you look back and see her eyes smiling at you, when you remember laughing with her. And you know it belongs to the past.
When you think about her family who lost part of their heart forever.
When you see all her friends trying to understand why they have been taken away their sweet little angel.
When you look at the pictures and you realize those memories were priceless. And you know you can never recollect those moments together.
When you start feeling that this is real, that this precious little girl will never come home.
Thats when the fact turns into tears.

You will always be in my heart and my memories...
such as:

... thanks for foiling my room. I had an awsome time cleaning it up all night... and spreading the remains all over your car the next morning :)

...and many many more..

Thank you for making this world a better place for everybody around you.
You are missed baby girl.
R.I.P

Stalkers!!!!

Just to let you know ya`ll , this girl who is writing this blog right now, is a STALKER!

And my partner in crime is Lisa, she is from Germany and shares some pretty dark secrets with me. So here is the story!

If anyone knows the Bachelor show and watches this season, they would understand me! Jake, the guy who is picking out his future wife in this show, is steaming hotttt!! He is .... oh gosh, the hottest living thing on earth. His smile... oh my goodness, makes me catch my breath! Me, mom and Lisa are all watching the show monday night for 2 hours and wait the whole time for him to take his damn shirt off!

And the best part about it, is that Jake lives like 4 blocks away from our house. Its like 10 minute drive (if you know the shortcut, but i dont since my GPS hates me, it doesnt show it to me, but there has to be one, i know there is). So me and Lisa decided to drive by his house one night after the dinner. We were driving around that neighbourhood like 10 miles an hour to find his house, my original plan was to get the licence plate number of his car, but his car wasnt on the driveway. Dangit! So we turned around and drove by his house one more time and i rolled down my windows and took a picture of his house! With my phone. You cant see shit on the picture. And then, i see the light on, on the second floor and i scream out of the window: "He is home!!!" until i realize my stupid window is still down... So we needed to get out of there... FAST!!! Anyone who doesnt know who im talking about, here he is...

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I mean could you really look me in the eye and tell me that you would stalk him if he lived like 4 blocks down???

PS! When anyone who has a problem with me stalking him, then this story is totally fiction, made up, a fairy tale, not true, no facts!

Valentines Day aka Pink Bullshit

I just have couple things to say about this...
Well, what can i say. I swore, i have never been so glad to see all the pink shit dissappear from the stores. Seriously, i swear, if i would have seen one more teddy bear or balloon or chocolate box or a card or condoms etc saying: i love you, be mine, kiss me, yours forever, hug me, fuck me, eat me, sleep me... I was thinking about being the first Valentine`s suicide terrorist to blow myself up in the store, it would have been pretty damn funny seeing the "pink explosion". I mean this bullshit is soo commercial over here. They start selling crap 2 months earlier, they just do it to piss single people off. This is ridiculous, you will have to have someone to enjoy the holiday, otherwise its a constant reminder of how pathedic you are because you will not receive a shitty humangous teddy bear... Its stupid! Its just a scam, a money making scam, let me explain: 1) Think about how much every couple spend on buying the stuffed animals, flowers, candies, jewerly, etc

2) Now... think about how much they spent on the restaurant on that day, because all the couple are eating out that day
3) now.. think how many condoms they are selling for that day

4).... and how many earplugs for the single people

5) and how many boxes of Kleenex and loads of ice cream for the single peole, because they eat themselves out of the misery of being reminded they are loooooneeellyyy :S

Its all about money.

..its the only time of the year i pass by the damn pink isle with disgust. Its a racist holiday discriminating againts single people.

Well, so my Valentine`s Day, I was going to ignore the fact that the shitty day even existed. But... The whole world fought against it. I hadnt even woke up yet when my dad opened the door in the morning and threw in bunch of huge balloons with all the lame messages on them. You just had to, didnt you...

Then i go downstairs and there it is, a pink heart-shaped plate with a teddy bear saying i love you and the card with really sweet message from my mom.

Later I was like, screw this, its not ignorable holiday really. So i went to the grocery store and got a crappy little teddy bear for my friend saying would you be my valentines, a little present pink bag and a card with me and her on it. I wrote all kinds of cheasy messages on it. Well, she just broke up with her boyfriend, so she needed a little making fun of the holiday so she would feel like she is missing out.

Later we had a candlelight dinner with my family, we had hom grilled steak with lots of other stuff and eveyone got a little cupcake for dessert.

I decided to make truffles for everyone, just because i wanted to. My whole family swore they wont eat those nasty little things when they saw me making them. True, they really did look like Bogies boop (our little poodle), but I still made everyone eat those things, they were gooood.. :D

I survived with any particular complications.

Spanish

When i was in New Orleans airport i came up with an idea to start studying spanish. So whenever i got back i ordered those cd-s for 10 dollars that promised to teach me spanish in 10 days. I was like, its not a big loss, and i gave it a shot. So the cd-s showed up this week, you are supposed to do 10 lessons in 10 days, 1 in each day. So i did my first one. I learned the following:

(You are not aloud to laugh at my grammar, im just making it up!)

Perdon, Senjorita! Entiende espanjol?

No. No, entiendo. Habla ingles?

Habla ingles unpoco. Uster es Norte Americano?

Si senjor.



Thats it, thats all i learned in 30 minutes. Its pretty retarded, i mean they make you repeat every word for 25 times, then they make you repeat 2 words at the same time for 30 times, then they change Senjor to Senjorita and make you do it 40 more times. I mean if people really learn everything in that slow pace, then i dont really understand how we still manage to survive.



THe second lesson wasnt any better, I think i learned como estas and mui bien, bien blah blah bullshit. I mean really? 30 more minutes to 5 more words to your conversation? So no what? The next lesson we learn to say Burrito, Mexico, Taco Cabana, Taco Bell? And after 2 lessons was when i stopped. Im gonna move to the last lesson and skip 5 in the middle. And then i will sell it on Ebay, describing it as the best Spanish learning support out there. Recommended by foreigners.

Mam, your licence plate light is off. Say what?

... so we were driving, down the highway, i mean i was driving. I put my cruise control on and i knew exactly that i was going 63. The speed limit is 60. So Jamie tells me that there is a cubcar ahead. So i think i hit my breaks a little bit, its like an instant reaction, i can help it. Im terrified by cubs! Like 2 minutes later i got pulled over, i didnt know what to do. I was like, Jamie, what do i do? Where do i pull over, Im in the middle of a highway. I had never been pulled over before, on a higway. So i pulled over and he came to the window and asked for my licence. I gave it to him, and he asked me to spell my name and asked me where i lived and where i was going and why i was going and where i had been what i had been doing, whats size shoes do i wear, how often do i shower etc. I mean really? Its none of your business! When i would have told him that i came back from visiting Santa, just had a date with reindeers and going back to the south pole, then what? They would have arrest me for not providing them with the accurate details of my personal life? It just pissed me off so bad! What the hell, its none of your business! I do what i want to and your job is to give me ticket or a warning for violating the law, not violate my private rights and make me feel like a criminal or a junkie who has been selling crack downtown Dallas. Then he asked me what i had put on the back seat when he pulled me over. My ICETEA, wanna taste it? And then he asked me if i had something else in this car he needs to know about or something like that? Are you a retard? If i did, do you really think im going to tell you that? I mean, what the hell do they teach you at school, that criminals are usually very honest and are dying to let everyone know about their little dirty secrets?

Then he asked Jamie for her licence, and asked us we had ever been arrested. Well that is insulting, do i fucking look like a criminal to you? I look like someone who does not distinguish a watergun from a shotfun. This was it, i wanted to ask him, doesnt he have anything else to do? Like run my licence to see if i had any previous offences before you start asking me accusing questions. Because no matter what, they will run your licence anyway. So he asked for an insurance, now we are talking! Thats what you are supposed to do! Well, sir, no i dont. I didnt. I even didnt know how it supposed to look like! He looked it up and reminded me that i need to have it on me. I was like, okay. And then he asked me where i was from and blah blah blah, he was flirting with me. I was like great! We will sit here for a loooong time!

I got a warning, for not having my licence plate light on. Hell, i dont even know what it is. And he told me i have to carry my insurance and that i was speeding a little bit. 3 miles over the speedlimit is not speeing, okay? His clock and my spidometer could have a greater gap than this. But i wasnt gonna argue with them, its better to just say, Yes Sir! And get the hell out of there!

Well, dad told me the next day, that i probably got pulled over because im driving a black striped mustang and it usually "smells" like a pot-crackheads coming back from partying! They didnt expect to find 2 girls in a car. Because if they had caught some drunkass dummies, their worknight would have been over. Arrest them, take them down to the policeoffice, make them fill out like 1000 pages of paperwork and go home.

Snow-weekend!

So on Thursday i got up, went downstairs to get my morning OJ, and Dalton and Lisa are sitting on the couch, watching TV. I got ready and half an hour later i started thinking why werent the kids in school. So i go back downstairs and they tell me its a snowday! I was like, ohh, is it snowing? Dalton is like are you serious? Have you not looked outside? I have to admit, that no i hadnt. I mean we have glass walls in the kitchen and living room.. But i had been living in Estonia, which is like 2 steps from North Pole. So my brain just didnt catch it in time i guess. But yeah, apperantly i didnt have work either. So i put my PJ-s on and took a looong nap. A morning nap! It felt gooood :D Oh, snowday is a day when it snows outside, for those who dont know what it is. And when it does, everything is shut down, the restaurants, the malls, businesses, schools and so on. I think hospital and other more important places are opened. Its because people dont know how to drive in snow and ice, they dont have any equipment to clear the roads and they dont have winter tyres as well. Texans looove snowdays! But they usually have like 1 every year, if even that! So people were psyched! Dalton was out with his friends having a snowfight and building snowmen. I was just like, what the hell, i was trying to get away from that white shit, and here i am, building a snowman! So i made my friend Chris a snowman, with boobies. And told him that he can come over and rape her. Enjoy!

Mom made her special cold weather dish for supper, chicken-lasagna stew! It was so good! Dalton friends drove me crazy so i hid in my room and watched SATC all night.

FRIDAY

Another snow day! No school, no work. Did the same as last night. Sonia came over for little bit.

SATURDAY

Umm, finally got to go to gym to work out. I mean i was sick of the snow before i got here, i was even more sick of it after 2 days of being stuck in the house, because of that white crap. Chris`s bitch melted. I went out to a bar with Jamie later. THe first one we went to was veryyy interesting, so i made Jamie leave that place real fast. It was called Crazy8, it sure was crazy! The second one was out of our reach, at first. Jamie kinda knew that it was on Belt Line and in Addison. And she kind of knew the name of the place. So i was like, ok I got it, and my master-grand-plan was to use the GPS. Because i wasnt really sure if Addison is on Belt line. But my idea failed big time.. None of us knew how to spell Addison. And Jamie didnt know how to even spell the name of the bar. So there we were, on Belt Line, not knowing which town we are in and where exactly we need to go, because we couldnt spell Addison. And we definately didnt want to call anyone and show how stupid we are. But Jamie finally called his friend and asked him how to spell Addison. THe GPS didnt find it. We were like okay, so we need to call someone and ask for the address of that place we need to go. So Jamie called her other friend (to spread the news that 2 spelling retards are on the road). Well, we got the address, typed it in GPS and it told us to keep on driving 2 miles to your destination! Hahaaaa, we were cracking up. Well, it still took us like 30 minutes to finally find the right bar, it was called Sherlocks Pastry and Bar or something like that. When we saw the sign, then Jamie was like... what if it is like a pastry... I was like, well, then we will have some dognuts and margaritas and dance on the breakfast tables. It was a very cool bar-club! No more details, i will still want to keep my non-excisting private-flirt-love life undercovered. For future benefits.

But this night was far from being over....

Mini Roadtrip

On monday, i wanted to go to work out, but the gym had caught on fire the day before, so it was closed. Me and Lisa went shopping instead. On tuesday we had a lunch meeting in Arlington, a bunch of important folks had lunch together and listened to even more important dude talking about private funding tollway projects. Im learning, every day, new things. I love it!
On Wednesday i had a business mission, to drive through the whole Dallas Fort Worth metroplex. First i drove to Fort Worth, then to Dallas and then to Mesquite. Well, driving is very stressful over here, there are soo many cars on the road, wrecks here and there, shitloads of signes and like 5-7 lanes in both directions. And many crazyass drives thinking they are on mission to race every single car out there. Well, i had GPS, which made it a lot easier, otherwise i would have end up in Florida (hopefully). Seriously, it is difficult to drive here, because you have to keep up with the speed (usually 10 miles over the speedlimit) and go with the flow (otherwise you are just committing a suicide, you will be die in a very ugly way, cars will be driving over you and there will be nothing left to bury) and at the same time trying to figure out where are you going. I dont understand how people txt and drive here. I made it in 3 hours though. Plus one incident, well i had to hit the tollway and i had no change, i had a dollar in my pocket. And since i couldnt find any tolltags in my car, i had to stop at the cashier and tell him i dont have more than a dollar. I asked if I could pay with my credit card, and he said something in spanish, i guess it ment no. So he gave me like 30 cents and let me go. Stupid tollways! Well anyways, driving back was so much easier, at least i knew where i was going :)

The long sick-weekend

On friday i got back from New Orleans and took a good 4 hour nap. I was exhausted! I had a migrane, and a fever and a sore throat and everything else. I slept through the whole weekend. I have never slept that much! I went to see Sonia one of these days, she needed her BU icecream and pity brownies. I spent a night over there. On Sunday i went to watch Superbowl with my friends, the commercials were not as good as i expected. The game was not very exciting, but the company definately was! Plus New Orleans won! Yeiii :D

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New Orleans..

.. was pretty much like business trip without any old-fashion business activities. Its called modern marketing, you show up to the events, talk to some folks, and the most important - party with them. You party your heart out. Well, I did party myself sick for the following weekend. On Wednesday morning we flew to New Orleans, which is in Lousiana, where the hurricane Katrina hit in some year last century (I guess it was 2005). The flight was like an hour and 10 min long. We flew Southwestern Airlines, they are funny as hell. Seriously, when the plane has landed and seatbelt sign was turned off the attendant said: "Like your mom said when you're 18, get your bags and get out!"
.. or in the middle of the flight: "can we have your attention, or pretend to have your attention. In case you are displeased with our service there are six exits aboard this aircraft"
... or while reading the safety instructions: "Should this flight turn into a cruise, your seat cushion can be used for floatation. And should the safety boat turn into a loooove-boat, then finish your business and paddle-paddle-paddle all the way to the Carribeans and we will be waiting for you with the peanuts on shore!"
... "there is a smoking section, over the wing"
..... or "if the window seat is open on your row please move to it so that when we pass by Delta (competitive airlines) over there they will think that our planes are full!"
I was laughing all the way over there....
Check out the Southwest Airline flight attendant rapping the instructions! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvdCFYLf_JI

Well we made it there. To New Orleans. My dad told me all the things i should not be doing, including not betting beads. Those colorful pearls people were wearing everywhere in this town. I was confused, i get whatever i want! If i wanna get beads, i will get beads, end of the story. Well... not quite. He later told me that the only way you can get beads in this town is to show your booobies, and then guys give you some. I was like... okay, I dont want to do anything with the beads now. I still though he was bullshitting though. We got to the hotel, it was right in the center of action, basically in Borboun street, which is THE party street. I mean, its a bar after club after bar after stripclub after more bars. They shut down the whole street every night so no cars are aloud there. And its free to get in anywhere! Even stripclubs... no kidding :D Sooo... guys. Who wants to visit me now?? I will take you N.O! Hahaa, NO! I wont. You fly your ass down there yourself. The hotel was pretty damn nice... Everybody who took part of the meeting/seminar/conference (not quite sure what it was, because let me mention, i didnt go to any of them. But it involved information exchanging "sitting-downs" in other words). Aaanyways. We were hungry so we went to eat in the restaurant just 2 steps across the street, called Mr B-s. I mean, i am not very picky about my food, but this stuff was just.. amazingly awsome. Really! I got barbaque shrimp (which means they put a bibb on me)(i looked retarded with that thing)(i really did)(and my dad took a picture of me with that bibb thing). But i really needed it, otherwise I would have looked like a zebra with very wrong colors.

Well, it was 2-3 pm. Time to start drinking! So we went to the bar in a hotel, it was called the carousel bar. We were sitting down and got irish coffees, and something was very wrong, but i thought i was stilled messed up from flying. I went to the restroom and when i got back i got very confused, there was an old lady sitting on my dads spot. I mean... what the hell? I saw him sitting the other side of the bar. (the bar table was a round circle). And then it hit me, the bar table was constantly moving around, slowly, but it was moving. And i still didnt figure everything out (I mean maybe it wasnt irish coffe, maybe it was something else, haa). I mean, if the table was moving, then our drinks would be moving too right? (damn im smart). But the seats were moving too. By that time just everything was moving. My brain literally stopped to seek for explanation to that damn bartable. But yes, it was a moving bar table! We moved couple of more rounds and went to take a nap then. Around 6 pm we got up and went to have another drink at the "rollercoaster". Then went to dinner, this time we went to the Oyster house. It was very very very tasty and good. I had 2 glasses Champaigne with my meal and desert. (damit, desert for lunch and dinner, they wont let me on the plane and suggest to walk my fatass own or purchase an extra ticket to fit my ass on another seat). Then we hit the Borboun street. It was getting busy. I finally started believing that whole bead-busshit that was going on. I mean yes, girls with i-do-have-a-skirt-you-just-dont-see-it skirts and "lick me" t-shirts had a hell lot of beads. And besides guys, they were pretty much the only ones wearing the beads. I got real confused when i saw an old lady, like 60 walking hand in hand with his husband down the street. I guess they were just turists without a caring father who told them the whole bead theory.. So people just looked at her funny, like she was a retired strippar trying to still hit it off.
Burboun street was getting busy. I had couple of shots, couple of coctails. And i talked a lot. Thats what i do when im hmm, lets say a little tipsy. We had some pretty good conversations, monolouges. I enjoyed every second of it! We got back to the hotel and talked to some other people who were there for the seminar (I just decided to call it a seminar from now on)

Next morning i woke up whenever i felt like it. That was around noon. It was about to go to lunch. We went back to Mr B-s across the street. I mean, A-M-A-Z-I-N-G whatever i had. I cant quite remember. Eeee, i know i didnt have to wear a bibb and it was really really good... Seafood pasta? Yeah! Seafood pasta Fettuchini Alfredo. We got back to the hotel, dad went to talk to some folks, and i went to get a Hawaiian treatment-massage at the spa. That felt soooooo goood! They told me to drink a lot of water later this night. I was thinking... yeah right. Champaigne and rum counts! They have water in it, and she did not say anything about other ingredients in the water. It was time to get ready and go to dinner. There were 8 of us, i think. We went to the place called Antonio or sth. Some french name. And this place was owned by the same family for over 170 years. It was huge! Had like 12 different halls and went from one street to another! We had a waiter Jeremy, a funny black dude who entertained us all night. I had, lobster. And they came with potatoes (huge crispy fries) and spinach. I promise, even spinach was delicious! I usually dont eat grass, but this stuff was great! I will not rewrite all the pleasant conversations we had and all the people we met, because i wouldnt know them anyway and it would just take too long. I had a nice frozen margarita for desert. After dinner Jeremy gave us a tour in the restaurant and we went to Razzoos where everybody else were partying. Dad left me there and went back to the hotel. I was like okay, where is the bar in this club. But what happened in N.O. rests in peace in N.O. Forever! Do no email me for further details please, because there is a good chance i will not respond. Well... But I sure did have a great time dancing! I got back around, at night. Went to bed and the next morning after the breakfast we flew back home. Absolutely a GREAT trip! Thank you dad for taking me down there! And thank you mom for putting up with Dalton while we were gone, it must have been hard..

Sunday sunday sunday...

Umm eeee... I was sleeping?
Yes. Sleeping. I think... Well.. yeah! Probably.
All day sleeping. Thats what I did.

Saturday in Dallas

In the morning Jamie beat me up way too early, in the middle of the night, like 8 am. And started talking about her job. I could follow like every forth sentence, she was talking way to fast for a "middle of the night". She had defensive driving class this morning, so i drove back home. I had to stop on my way back, to get gas. I hate getting gas, its so annoying. One day when im richie rich, i will hire myself a cute gas-guy, who fills up my tank every time im taking a nap. Well, unless he is not taking a nap with me :) But i did take a nap, a good 3 hour nap. And later i met Alecia and Jamie for dinner. We took my striped hottie, because otherwise we wouldnt have make it passed Vista Ridge. We ate Mexican food at El Chicos. I told Jamie to get at least one beer in her, that way she wouldnt tell me to turn back whenever she had a bad feeling we might get lost. Then we got an energy drink for me and i set my GPS to go to Brandons apartements that supposed to be in Colony. Well, i had no freaking idea where is the Colony, but i trusted my talking toy. 30 minutes and many highways and turns later we ended up in Plano. I knew it was Plano because my friend Jeff lived there and we spent one new years eve there, watching The Elf 3 times in a row on January the 1st. So Brandon told me to meet at the bar of their apartement buildings. We were still confused are we even in the right city.. and he didnt pick up the phone. Alecia was chillaxed, Jamie was sarcastic but pretty chilled. I pulled up to the bar i thought might be the one Brandon told me about, and Jamie goes: "Well, this is awsome guys!". Thank goodness to that beer. I didnt have to turn back. LOL. Brandon called and assured it was the right city, and the right bar. I parked in a spot for the store visitors. Alecia told me that they will tow my car. I told her that no they wont and went inside the store, told the guy that i was going to park there for 5 minutes. He said, that they are the only spots for their clients. And i repeated myself, well im gonna park here for 5 minutes." And he said, "umm, okay". My secret weapon, act like a blonde, because i sure do look like one. I dont mind look like a retard when i need what i need. We met Brandon and his roommate and his other friends, followed them to Dallas, to the club. The table next to us was full of white people, partying and drinking the hell out of that puddle of vodka. And it showed, 30 minutes later they were dancing like animals, on the table, under the table, rubbing against everything and everybody. One of Brandons friend said he is embarrassed to be white. Cant blame him, but dude, maybe you need another drink, it helps me not being embarrassed. Brandon was the host of the party meaning he had the microphone and he was aloud to say whatever he wanted, mostly he made fun of people. I threatened to blow up his car if he makes one of any of us. He showed us the pimp who was hosting the VIP. He had more bling-bling on that the x-mas tree on steroids. Brandon told us a little secret, he gets a 100 dollar tip everytime he says that that the guy in VIP is wearing a 50 000 dollar ring in his pinky. Can i see your mic real quick? So we got up and started dancing. I had been dancing for 5 minutes when this girl tapped on my shoulder, telling me i was sexy and she wants to dance behind me. That mean rub against me. She said she had a husband and everything and dont get me wrong and bla bla bla, i was like eeee, oh hell no! Guys, we need to mooove. Moove moove moove, fast! To that white animal crowd dancing 10 feet away, its much safer there (they A-sexual drunk already) Soon we went to the other club. The first thing I saw was Jamie, entertaining herself on the stage. That club was beoynd awsome! For further details, email me :) 10 minutes before the club shut down we went back to MS to say bye to Brandon. Jamie pulled out the teacher and the age card when the guy she had been dancing to all night started flirting with her outside. Jamie cracks me up! We made it back safe, the saturday night was absolutely GREAT! Thanks guys!

Decatur and GPS

On friday night i drove to see Jamie, one of my best friends here. Its like 35 miles from where i live. I took my brothers GPS with me and instantly fell in love with that little piece of technology. I felt like I had a friend in my car while I was driving through the dark desert.. almost. It told me exactly where to go, until the final destination. In the middle of the road it told me, i made it and my destination is on the left. Well.. No. I did not plan to go feed the caddle on my left hand side. So i kept on driving til I found the apartement complex. Jamie was suprised i made it so quick, well she is the girl who gets so stressed out by driving and finding places, she once told me to turn back to go back home because she was scared we wouldnt find the club. She needs that toy! Im gonna ask when is her birthday and start saving up :) We went to the bar afterwards, the only bar-club-pub in town. So everybody eventually will end up there. I have the wierdest party-trip habits, the first big party trip was to Tyler, that speaks for itself. But small cities are pretty damn entertaining. I mean there were all sorts of people, cowboys and hillybillis, rappers and preps. Girls dancing on the bar stands and much more. We started drinking and talking about... guys of course. Hahaaa, and there they were. THey showed up real fast! The first one showed up and started talking about magnetism, Jamie was lost, i was just confused. I was like, have i missed any articles in Cosmo telling about "new moves" guys try to get laid? I mean magnetism... really? So pretty soon this other guy shows up, taps on Jamies shoulder and tells her that the "science guy" is a total looser. Jamie is even more lost, she tells the guy to fuck off. He did, for 10 minutes. I spotted that really cute guy who was hot from the neck up. That was because his shirt said sth i obviously didnt find very attractive. I do not remember the qoute (3 rum and cokes), but it didnt stop me from staring at him, (again 3 rum and cokes). So this second guy shows up again and starting talking to Jamie again. I was still busy looking at my meat. Hahaaa :D I mean come on, I gotta entertain myself somehow and if thats the best available at this time, then Ill take it and enjoy the view. He waved me to come over and pool with them. But I stayed still, 10 feet is the secure distance from him, I didnt want to end explaining that im not interested in a quickie in the gutter. Plus he looked a little dangerous. Just a little. Well, as i was thinking about that scene in my head, and the science geek showed up again. So we started talking and he turned out to be a pretty nice guy and at the end i enjoyed talking to him, he was very interesting and intelligent in his own way. I like different people, i guess im very tolerant. But when he offered to buy us drinks, again, Jamie got pissed and wanted to leave. Jamie cracks me up. She told me that this guy she was talking to, was really getting on her nerves so we needed to leave. Well it was lik 2 am, so i didnt mind. We got back to Jamies, and i turned the heat up, it was so damn cold in there. And Jamie gave me the heating blanket, it has the remote and everything! I turned it up to the maximum! I sweat my ass off. But i love that thing! Love, love love! Im really considering trading my GPS to that blanket. Im just gonna tell my brother i got robbed. Or something.

Rollerblading with my brother

So one day me and my brother Dalton went rollerblading. He is like, give me 10 minutes. So im like okay, so 40 passed by and im like, he is running around and whining about not finding his socks. 50 minutes passed, he is now running around looking for his shorts and earphones. Im just like, what next, you wanna borrow my lipstick because yours have gone missing? So an hour and 10 minutes later he tells me he is ready, he is sockless and is wearing moms shorts. He puts his rollerblades on and looks like a runaway retard, the shorts look like speedos on him. Im like, whatever works for you. When we are almost on our way, he notices that he looks like a gay-call, so he goes inside to and gets his sweatpants out of the drier. But instead of taking the rollerblades off, he tried to put on his pants with those things still on. Im laughing my ass off, he is falling and rolling on the ground trying stretch those pants over the rollerblades. It takes him like 10 minutes to realize its just not gonna work. By that time im in tears, laughing so hard! He finally gives up, takes his rollerblades off and puts the pants on. An hour and half later we are finally on our way. So we rollerblade to our parents office, so i tell mom that he is wearing his shorts under his pants. She goes, well that is wierd, last night he was wearing my shirt, today its my shorts, what next? Want to borrow my bra tomorrow for school? I asked him if he is planning to change his orientation any time soon. He got pissed. Dont get my wrong, i will be there for you even you decide to wear heels and bras stuffed with apples. I mean, in summer he pierced both his ears and wore those rainbow earrings i got him from Amsterdam with pride and dignity! Dalton, thank god i finally have a gay friend to go shop with! When are we gonna hit the malls?

Enjoying being a looser. For another week

This week i did: walk around in every single mall and store i found, did it at least twice. Went to Victorias Secret, like 3 times during the past week. Went to Starbucks, watched movies, started reading about American Law system. Damn, things are really screwed up here and some things are just very wrong in this country. My mission is to change that bullshit. So probably i will be killed mysteriously and my body parts will be found from Mississippi (i hope i wrote enough "s"-s) river, floating around with new statutes, self-written on pink paper. Oh well, at least i tried.
I watched "Notebook" one night, i had never seen it before. I cried my eyes out! It was just sooo sad, but so sweet. The other night i watched "Hangover", never seen that one either. It is my favorite funny movie now.

Saturday night

Woke up.. didnt really feel that well, must have been those damn rum shots. But the fact that Chris had mixed his rum with beer made me feel better, he must have felt way worse! Well.. Kinda tried to get through the day. And dont really remember if it was on saturday or sunday when we all (my whole family) went to see Avatar on IMAX. At first I wasnt really sure what to think about a cartoon full of blue people, so i wasnt very excited to see it. But i wanted to see why everybody is so hyped up about it. But i really liked it, they did a great job! Later i went to see Sonia in Denton, we went to eat ice cream and talked forever! Thats it for this week.

The weekend

Ummm... i think it was friday. My friend, who likes to call me a whore (his version is "hore", he obviously is a terrible speller) picked me up around 8 and took me to the house party in Flomo (aka Flower Mound, i guess he didnt know how to spell it so he used the self-made abbreviation). At the party he made me drink my first rum shot. I mean, really? Americans are wierd. They think sandwich in the morning is absolutely wrong, but rum shots before and after beer is totally acceptable?! There are some things i need to teach them about food and drinks, such as:

1) ketchup tastes absolutely amazing on everything, such as salad, meet, sandwiches etc

2) you drink vodka and tequila (if you want to wake-up naked in the bushes) shots, but not rum and whisky shots. Thats just the international rule of shots.

3) You do not drink beer mixed with rum shots, never. Unless you are planning a suicide in which case you can pretty much drink whatever, liqour with gasoline and Windex and sprinkles of washing powder on top.

For further food information email me on tiku2000@hotmail.com and i will give you a nutrition tip of the day by Tii.

Well back to my friday night party. We watched this OBrian TV talkshow, its the guy who was forced to move his show to another time by ABC channel, but he didnt want to, got pissed and did his last show about how much he is able to spend the ABC channel money for his last show. So he was spraying the original Mona Lisa painting with Calamari and stuff like that. It was pretty funny. Then we played that game with Ross and Chris (I usually just call him an ass, on better days) and Naomi. Well this game, it takes too long to explain, but its about telling embarrassing things so people start laughing and whoever does first, is a big fat looser. So Chris and Ross started bringing up all those things they have done together. LEt me tell you, these guys have shared some pretty heavy gey shit together... And they were proud of it. I preferred not to remember them. Honestly, you dont want to know. But of course they had to bring up my private "failures" as well, such as the bikini issue at Hurricane Harbour. I needed another rum shot, fast! I let my personal driver to kindly take me home. He ran like 10 red lights and absolutely failed to find my house and wanted to drop me off at the local bar. Just kidding, the last sentence was not true. But honestly, I loved hanging out with you guys, you know that. EVen though i didnt get to see the snake this time :D Im talking about Andys little creature that lives in the closet :D Cheers!

Unjetlagging myself

If you dont know what jetlag means, then let me tell you! I have gone trhough that bullshit so many times i should be a mascot for jetlag. Its a vegetative state where you:
-walk around like a zombie
-have no emotions
-say things that absolutely doesnt make no sense
-go to bed at 6 pm and wake up at 2 am
-take a 4 hour nap
-wake up with ugly bruises and have no idea where you got them
-have a desire to go to dinner in the middle of the night
-still sleep like a baby after caffeine-full frappuchino
-cant really remember where you are, why you are there, whats your name and what is the damn thing, which reflects the horrible half-dead looking face with fuzzy hair with red eyes, is called.
So if you still have no clue what it is, then im sorry, you are just stupid and i would be happy if you didnt read my blog anymore, or if you still do, then at least pretend you dont know me and please dont leave comments. So the next week i was just doing absolutely nothing, enjoyed being a looser. Was up all night, and slept all day or the other way around. Drove around, went to malls and just chilled outside by the pool. The weather was nice then, around 20 degrees every day.