what? i guess.

summer brings beautiful

summer began yesteday. my summer vacation is 2 weeks in. this picture montage is x-posted to livejournal.


i'm


so


happy


that


i'm


not


in


riverside



actually,


jal's in riverside, but whatever. he's always home. and he looks bootyful in this photo.

on-hand

i'd like to talk about my hand and how its bigger and how i no longer have knuckles and how i invite everyone to see them (yes, come to my house), but i would much rather talk about my evening.

in one word: kidnapbatman110reroutebenitoshome.

sooo good.

i left. and i forgot my bag

how serendipitous. this dog jumped into kat's car.

"its a cocker spaniel! its the SatC dog! !!! !"

we got to the South Los Angeles Animal Shelter. he said, "this isnt a cocker spaniel, this its a king charles cavalier spaniel!"

i just gave a $2000+ dog to the pound. hmph

"oh my god vanessa, i thought you died"

such words from hugo, a co-worker who was witness to worst of my illness. today marked my triumphant return to ae. whatever, i need monies.

i want to work for lacoste because of their FATTY DISCOUNT. FATTY DISCOUNT.

whatever... its time for the year in review

chill.

thats it. i feel ambivalent concerning the events that had created the past three quarters. i didnt love it but i didnt hate it.

or maybe i'm just being negative on purpose. bitches.

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by the way, does anyone want to help me move out?

the gym

i've joined 24 hour fitness.

ok, i didnt. danielle bought the membership for me. its her little way of saying, "vanessa, you have a large ass."

anyways, i need to get my ass up and to the gym anyways. i'm gym-ing it at the 24 hour fitness near the archlight theaters. i get to see happy people on their happy dates eating happy food while i kill myself at the gym. YAY.

finals

they're over. for me at least. i've finally given myself a break summer-school wise. after 5 years, im not going to summer school. YESS. i can now dedicate my life to slave-like labor at ae.

car
my benz has now morphed itself into the most gangster car in existance: an oldsmobile cutlass supreme.

im chillin'.