arm and spiderman

so today, i saw spiderman 2. but this event was totally eclipsed by paul's arm.

arm you ask? let me demonstrate.


arms



arm



arms


yeah, thats paul's arm.

this is where we all ask, "what the hell is wrong with your arm?"

anyways, spiderman 2... 2 thumbs up! yes. i thought that one myself.

ok! i SURRENDER

fuckdammit. you people need new things to be entertained. piiish. anyways, last i left you, i was about to leave for vegas. and i went. danielle was determined to drink.

so she did...


drunkity drunk drunk! im not though. i look sweaty because of the ddr.


and so did my mom

drunk mom, sober me


note, that picture was at 4pm. at the rio's champange brunch. drunk mom cause fun conversation such as...

::waitress bring champange for me, danielle, my mom and dad::
waitress: so how old are you daughters?
mom: ::drunk:: ohh... twenty-one... twenty-one

me: here mom, you can have my champange
mom: OH YOU'RE SO NICE!!!

waitress comes back after 2 hours of champange service
waitress: do you want some coffee
mom: ::eyes her empty flutes:: no... more champange please!


bellagio!


anyways, on friday, i went for some sushi with a bunch of people... woo hoo immaccees!


sushi


saturday, was beach day! woot for eden for throwing such an AWESOME beach hootenanny.


the sky



twins! haha.



me on fire... no



immacees! whats keith doing?


amazing fun times!

on sunday, i was nice and moody. i went to ucla to visit briiian. while we were there...


kat went to jail.


i know. she was selling pot to some kids. just kidding.

anyways, i just applied for a job at targay, the target in west hollywood.

ok, thats my post. i promise my next update won't have such a time gap from this one.

doug: are those his new fish?
me: huh??
doug: fish? i mean shoes!

i dont wanna blog. meh.

i've done stuff. beach, fire, movies, sushi, escuela, kat went to jail, brian @ smcucla, doug and lighter fluid, ding's on crack, my red hair, my sick laptop, running away, and baking cakes.

pictures and actual bloggage will come soon

also: i went to vegas. my family has a gambling problem.


its a family affair.


haha.

i intend on blogging very soon.

so, the past few days...

i've stayed up late and woken up late. the following pictures document my days and nights.

on thursday i went to the galleria and target.


adventures at tarjay...

actually, its the tarjay in west hollywood, so its the tarGay. adventureous. doug's such a blur because of the running.

after targay, danielle, doug, and i headed to wendells.


random frame

at wendell's...


danielle in a frame

still at wendells. w00t.

after dropping doug off, danielle tried to find an open coffee bean. that was impossible so we went to the next best thing. the 24 hour california market. there, we wandered through the random shit aisle, where we found...


FOR A BETTER LIFE.

shit son. i better get these pots.

when we got home, i baked a cake


the cake

and it was good. come to my house for a slice.

today, danielle and i went to inails. we also ended up buying shoes.


my shoes!

i heart these shoes. omg. i love them. i've hugged them. eee! bcbg girls. and they were on sale! i love you, nordstroms! exclaimation points!

convo about shoesies:

me: and my shoesies!
doug: yes they're pretty
me: they're fucking HOTT
doug: ok they're fucking HOTT
doug: girl shoes are not my forte
doug: fashion in general is not my forte
me: well you're a guy
me: you're supposed to be like.. ok, whatever, babe.
doug: ok whatever babe

ok. im going to vegas tomorrow. if anyone needs me. POST ON MY CHATTER BOX. bitches. <3 you!

vanessa's cleaning adventures at home


the bathroom

the impossible room to clean. seriously. no amount of tidying or cleaning will let me see the counter top. danielle's makeup has a magical ability to resist all tidyness.


my bed

somehow, my bed turned into a table. dont let that clear space to the right of my bed fool you. my belongings have multiplied, proliferated, but has resisted to set up camp in that space.


uh... all the cleaning made my hair red. haha. no

happy birthday

no, not to the olsen twins. to my blog! its two today. i just noticed that my first post has poor grammar and it doesnt make much sense.

oh well. some things never change.

http://filipina.com/

oh my god. wait, can i do that?

"The mission of World Class Service, for over a twelfth of a century, has been to introduce girls from the Philippines who would like to correspond with, meet, and marry Western men. "

O.o

home home!

so, yeah. i left this at ucr.


sad day. but its looks clean!


i spent the whole night moving from my room to my hall to my car. fuun times. anyways, i woke up about and hour and a half before my check out time. woo woo. it was so sad! everyone was leaving! jal and i left at the same time, hence this pic


sans mercedes hood emblem.


the rest of the day wasnt so normal. lets just say that it involved an iv drip.


iv. yeah.


i got home around 9pm. danielle had this brilliant idea to go watch harry potter at 11:35pm. i was so dead tired that i think i wasted my 12 dollars [i was at the grove. damn you, lack of student discount] because i fell asleep. it was still as good as i remembered. those credits were waaay long.

today... or yesterday, i cleaned wendell's fish tank. doug watched.

this is what my house looks like with all my crap.


my crap


so now, i'm cleaning. cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.

last dorm blog

this year has been relatively amazing. riverside disappointed me and amazed me at the same time. my three [count'em, THREE] times that i've stayed for the weekend yielded interesting results. my dorming experience has been great. with a great roommate, a fucking awesome hall, the people i met this year who dont deserve to be here and the people who do, and my first time living with cable made this school year rad.

yesterday, danielle visited in the middle of the night. i took her on a late night tour of the campus and we experienced subpar service at the burger king on university. scary how i've sent danielle home with two boxes of my random crap and i still have ridiculous amounts of things here. i've made two trips down to my car and i still have this in my room


my possessions seem to have multiplied.

but with out my posters/pictures, its eerie to see my room looking much like it did the first time i saw it, full of possessions but void of all personality. weird how i can remember how i felt when coming here and its bizarre how a lot has changed. like my bangs, they're all sorts of cool now. my sandal collection has grown exponentially. my ride has changed from a benz, to a lack there of, to a pink and purple bike, back to a lack there of, and back to my benz. i went from having a boyfriend, to not having a boyfriend, to having a nacho boyfriend, back to having a boyfriend, and to finding genuine happiness when being with a person.

i'll miss the vast volumes of shared music on iTunes through this network.

i'll miss west lothian, the less ghetto a&i.

i'll miss bugging felipe to watch tv. i'll miss bugging chris and vince for mario party. i'll miss comparing ear gauges with monica. i'll miss ddr with monique. i'll miss myla and her single room. i'll miss jalata and his sometimes single room. i'll miss yalie and ahely for real world/rich girls nights. i'll miss maddy and her asian glow. i'll miss chris from up the hall for his acerbic wit. i'll miss it when angie brings all of B2 into our room. i'll miss our balcony.

blah.

goodbye west lothian a2. i'll miss you and your haunted halls.

anyways, i have more to pacK! my room awaits!

last night of studying in lothian

so, after not studying last night for my anthro class, i took my final and went straight back to my dorm. i had every intention to study straight through today, but that was not to be. today was the best damned day of procrastination. ever. conjured.

the night of magic began as my ra, jessica informed us that we were going to tag walls. tag walls, you ask? this event caused all sort of mayhem and yes...


bhangra fingers!

so at 10:30pm, jessica leads my hall down to the basement, down a long corridor, and yes, another long corridor to reveal...


walls full of tagging!

apparently, ever since this residence hall opened, its a tradition to tag on the walls with your appropriate floor at the end of the year. so we started tagging in our lone spot.


weee! 2003-2004 A2 tagging!

it was all sorts of fun. you can see my "you can open the balcony door" message. right at the bottom. we also preached the truth...



A2 > B2

word.

but the fun did not end there. my ra had excess butcher paper in her room and chris w and i got all sorts of procrastination bored... and we created...


the paper dress

oh yes. your eyes do not decieve you. i am wearing a paper dress. i was just waiting for someone to tear it off me but i must wait till thrusday. just kidding. or am i?

i'll end this bizarre tale of studying, tagging, procrastination, and paper dress making with this picture of my friend monique and i. she is the originator of the phrase, "im real".


we're real. but my dress is not.


the end!

taking a break, bits!

First best friend: junette sheen
First car: the brown benz. its not urban, its vintage
First real kiss: haha. hahaha. brandon i dont remember his last name
First break-up: rivers, erin's purple monkey. oh how i miss him.
First screen name: happynes85
First self purchased album: green album? i dont remember
First funeral: 3rd grade
First pet: ben the gold fish and cocoa the pomeranian
First piercing: ears when i was like.. one. look what happened to them.
First tattoo: its nonexistant.
First credit card: haha. its blue.
First true love: myself, bitches!
First big trip: 3 years old. the philippines
First musician you remember: arrested development. mr. wendell!
First house: the one i live in now.
First Love at first sight: felipe's mini ipod... aww i love it!
Last cigarette: a perfect circle concert. i had to do something about the weed smell.
Last car ride: jalata, to housing
Last kiss: june 6th. one in the morning. it was rudely interrupted... "donde esta?!?"
Last cry: my bad last day of school. they stole my fucking hood emblem.
Last movie seen in theater/rented: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban!
Last beverage drank: soda at a&i
Last food consumed: shitty food from a&i
Last crush: hmm, the guys that jal and i check out at random
Last phone call: madre and padre
Last time showered: this morning
Last shoes worn: dr scholls
Last cd played: mars volta is in my car. i assume thats what i last listened to.
Last item bought: a corn dog!
Last annoyance: last friday
Last disappointment: last friday
Last time wanting to die: last friday
Last time scolded: madre. saturday. shes so weird.
Last shirt worn: "everyone loves a catholic girl" w00t
Last website visited: blogger! well.. actually i was livejournal hopping. so... thats where this quiz is from....

later that night/morning...

i have 3 pages of 5 pages done. hmph. i'm tired.

im taking a break from being outside internetless in the study lounge.

right now, i was reading xanga's to make myself feel better about myself and again... i ran into a xanga with music. oh jesus. make it stop. yeah, a surefire way to prevent me from reading a xanga, PUT MUSIC ON IT. and for the hell of it, make it a slow jam so i can laugh at you. just kidding.

anyways, enough of my bullshit. uh... i ended school last friday, that was kinda weird that i forgot that it was my last day of classes.

i think its so rude that finals have to get in the way of my last week with my hall. boo urns.

alright im going to take a 5 hour nap.

How evil are you?

now, i havent posted a quiz result in a while. ehh. i need to do my essay/ goodbye world!

::yanks all wires out and goes to study lounge::

harry potter

spoiler-ish... not really... but eh...

yes. i watched harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban and i enjoyed it. considering the fact that the first two movies were much like reading the book and that fact causing me to be really nitpicky about the various scenes that were cut out from them. thats ok. my dad got the first dvd from the philippines for a buck and did i get the second one? i dont remember. anyways!

this was definitely an adaptation. unlike some movies that film commas [think jane eyre with timothy dalton] the prisoner of azkaban attempted to catch important parts and omit others. the chosen scenes were well done. and surprisingly, the theater i was in wasnt so annoying. thanks glendale.

but what the fuck was that ending?? that shit had me rolling in the aisles. fucking ridiculous.

my conclusion about the movie is that it was actually a movie. two previous harry potter movies seemed fragmented despite the fact that they seemed to stick to the book more that PoA. some people hated it. some people loved it. some people fell asleep. some watched it twice in a 6 hours period ::coughguzmancough::

katie

after the movie, guzman, leslie, eden, doug and i headed to conrads to see katie. and she was such a good waitress. heehee

oh by the way, all that was on friday...

on saturday... danielle and i saw... a perfect circle

danielle and i got there pretty early and we didnt feel like sitting down to see the opening act [which was mini-kiss! BAH! i wanted to see them!], so we decided to go over to the kroq people. after watching two women chug milk for tickets, danielle was determined to see franz ferdinand. so she stepped up for the next challenge, which was reminicent of the inferno that trishelle lost. it had to do with really hot sauce, which was 10 times hotter than the hot habanero pepper. to make a long story short, danielle braved 10 drops of that shit and then she threw up in front of a lot of people. oooh yeah.

anyways, the concert was aaaaawesome. like... wow. for a while, maynard sung behind a cardboard cut-out of george dubya. later, we threw the cardboard cut-out at james iha. that was pure entertainment.

the encore was judith. at the first drum beats of the song, i could hear EVERYONE light up. good times really.

my fucking mercedes benz emblem
OH! by the way.... someone stole my fucking mercedes benz hood emblem. YOU FUCKER! grr. the fucker couldnt even BREAK THE WHOLE THING OFF. go porbee. you held on to mercedes star as hard as you could.

and know what all you people who have never seen my car are thinking... aww boo hoo... your mercedes benz. but dude. that car has been in my family for almost 25 years. and nothing bad has ever happened to it.

ehh... i dont feel like uploading pics. so... BYE!

ih graduation #5

so i went to immac's 98th commencement ceremony and wow. it was a nice venue with assholian ushers. im glad the faculty didnt have to do crowd control. but before i headed for la, i went to class. i ended up in [warning: scary nor cal slang approaching] hella traffic. yeah, that was no fun. danielle joined me when i got there and we walked into the kodak theater at around 6:45, which kinda felt... cold. we encountered those "i dont take no shit from nobody" ushers. i saw a ton of former classmates. tons, i say, tons.

in anycase, the graduates looked awesome in those long white, princess seam, v-neck, v-back, pointed cuff dresses...



wait, didnt i just describe my graduation dress? haha, its all good. they looked and sounded awesome too.

hmph. no one stand up for the alma mater. it was like me at danielles graduation. no one wanted to stand with me. tiish.

after the final rose


after danielle and i emerged from that swarm of people outside the theater, we searched for a way to validate our ticket and where else would we rather spent our money but sephora. when we returned to the place where families and graduates collided, the picture above was all that was left.

katie, eden, guzman, leslie, bethel, norm, hailey, tiffany, danielle, and i headed over to the kairos dennys. i pointed out that all of us made a point to wear our rings, even tiffany ::cough::


yeah...

anyways, it was all fun times. im the spirit of our principal's words regarding cat calls and hollering...

::applaudes to show pleasure::

wee!!



good news = i have my period
bad news = i have my period
news for you = don't fucking piss me off.

the above image stolen from micha, but she doesnt read this anyways ^_^

i want spaghetti

i've been eating like no other today. and now, i want spaghetti. oh! and barbeque. aww you guys... i want barbeque

ALSO: vanessa's [now] annual moonbounce extravaganza.

it will happen again. some time at the end of june [WHICH IS THIS MONTH!]. i havent set a date and i dont plan on setting it until the last possible moment. it'll celebrate... everything. including, but not limited to: kat coming home from the philippines, survival of my first year of college, the start of summer, etc. uhmm... yeah. there will be trivial pursuit, scrabble... yeah... i dont know. if you know me, come. if you dont know me, come. if you enjoy my presence, come.

yeah, considering the success that the other party was, i doubt that this one will surpass it. if anything, it will be a small gathering with a moonbouce.

on another note, i cant find my glasses. i think its because i've shuffled through so many handbags throughout this past month.

also, i need to move out. and i need to buy boxes. and i need to get rid of stuff.

OH! my weekend
friday was composed of the movie saved! and a pug.

saturday was part two of danielle's 21st birthday

sunday was an arcade.

ok... the end!