so i had a dream last night that i went to london. or france. and it was with EVERYBODY

yes, the whole immac crew was there. all i remember of this rapidly fading dream is that we all went to a super market in london with all our luggage, we bought all this stuff, everyone was on the other ide of the check out stands except me. by the time i was done with checking out ( it took a while because i was trying to buy booze ) everyone was gone, and i had a piece of luggage missing. and it was a vital piece of luggage. it had my camera, clothes, whatever, and a apparently, in the police report that i filed in my dream, a gun. so i was calling everyone, trying to figure out where everyone was, but i couldnt get anywhere, but i had a wallet full of money.

eh. i dont know. i dont like interpreting my own dreams.

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Become a slut. Get your resolution here.

word?

anyways, hi kids (chris). because you read this and you make yourself known.

2005 has been depressing but fuck that. it cant get any worse, right? right?

i went to the funeral on monday. has anyone realized that an acronym for funeral is real fun? boy am i depressing.

so i've come to the realization that people who were born in 1990 can be 15 years old now. people born in 1989 can also be on the road, cutting me off.

this fact angers me.

my car is on vacation.

bleh.

anyways..

random

things i did in the past month:



i learned to like biting peoples' heads off



i launched my modeling career



i went blind with kat and israel



i went to tigerheat. so did leslie



i went to beverages and more



i went all margot kidder on you all



i got this fantastic sweater



i went red and emo at the same time



i caught a grasshopper at the pingols



and i got the ugliest picture taken of me. ever.

hi, i guess no one reads this anymore, except for one person who tells me he visits at least once daily.

i guess i dont have the heart to take this blog down. its not like i dont like it anymore, its just that... its so old. whatever. i am too.

im back in riverside. oh, you didnt know i was home? well, i was. los angeles was fabulous. i made money, i knitted, and i chilled with the bf, byf, and fns.

the past year was so... calm. no break ups, no major freak outs... it was just, 2004.

i have my first real class of the quarter in about an hour. my first fake class was yesterday for sociology 15; social problems. oh social problems. i want to learn!!!

i also found out that my friend liz was in a car accident on new years and passed away. shit. she was only 5 days older than me. she was liz, three years of swimming. she was co varsity captain and i was co jv captain during senior year. she did the butterfly ferociously. she always looked to the side when she took her breath during that stroke. she should psych herself out. she called blonde-haired blue-eyed ashleigh langs "white devil!"

im just confused.

2004. the end!

merry chrismukkah.

vanessa: winter break style

- workaholic
- sleeper
- bad relationshipper.

quarter overview

dear blog, i hate school.

whatever. fuck you. i want to go away.

hey, when am i allowed to go nuts and take time off from school? oh, now? ohh.

whatever. vanessa is unhappy. she wants to go away. its not like anyone reads this. thats ok, i dont read your shit either.

i have been a licensed driver for over two years now. wow. and i still havent killed anyone.

im procrastinating.

have i abandoned this blog? hmm. no!

but happy death day to this blog. i went on hiatus a year ago. woo.

rest in peace, my camera

september 2003 - december 2004.

i really love you. :(

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such a livejournal thing

eh

although i wished that this thanksgiving would be just as good as last years, i already anticipated for a shitty one, and boy, did it turn out shitty.

we didnt break out into huge fights, like other ones, but it was just... EH and just shitty. shitty shitty shitty. whatever, kat and i want to have thanksgiving far away from families. it doesnt even feel like family! jesus christ, someone in my family need to get knocked up so we have a infant presence because everyone is SO OLD and SO dramatic and SO FULL of themselves.

i suppose my blog skin applies again. take them. please. kbye.

dear iTunes,
what is wrong with you. suck my jung.
regards,
vanessa

dear blogger,
i have neglected you. fuck you.
love,
vanessa

dear myspace,
i hate your thrall on me.
meh,
vanessa

dear thefacebook.com
why dont you add cal state long beach? oh yeah, fuck you.
thanks,
vanessa

dear students of uc riverside,
those of you taking rlst 12, drop it so i can take it
kthanks,
vanessa

dear livejournal,
i neglect you too, but at least you're used to it.
haha,
vanessa

dear sociology midterm,
sorry for raping you, because i did.
muaha,
vanessa.

fuck

i hate myself i want to die i want a cigarette i will delete this post when this mood is over

whoo de whoooo

yeah, im brooding

yeah its red again.
woo.

my veterans day has consisted of me, my bed, and eating chicken.

bleh.

im such a fraidy cat.

scroll to hollywood. better yet, read here

"Hollywood - Immaculate Heart High School - Sometimes individual students see the shadow of the nun when the closet's open In the drama room. The sound of footsteps on the stage has been reported. One technician has claimed to feel a cold breeze sweep across his neck while on the cat walk. "

but remember! gigi said it was nice ghost. i cant say much for that nun in the science building. durned rosarys clinking. >_<

random pictures/halloween

oh blogger, i have a secret to tell you. i've been cheating on you. whatever. pictures from the last 3[?] weeks.


fcuk rain.
this was at pasadena.
why was i in pasadena?
i dont know...



random gathering.
rude gay boy, rauchy hot bisexual, thai mai, and me.
featuring: the alcoholic drink in mai's hand.



i dunno. random



30 10 04.
the day we found a comb that could tame doug's hair.



le sad day.
the elephants look all distressed.



aww. god as sponge bob.



last minute costume shopping at walmart.



joan of arc and god.
or pimpette and pimp.


the end.

are you joking?

ate.

or 8 for you numeral happy people.

yeah, i can't count. i thought we were at 9 already. whatever... haha.

what the fuck. an immac quiz?

i found this on myspace. how random, yes?

FIRST YEAR
1. Section
9-s-3, bitch! its where i met my hetero-lifemate, kat

2. Adviser
hines. not heinz

3. Subject Taught By Adviser
nothing

4. Best Memory
"making connections, a verbal collage" haha.

5. Worst Memory
the locker break in

6. Favorite Subject
english with hill and religion with pollia

7. Least Favorite Subject
geometry with zaphiriou

8. Class Accomplishments
being the most apathetic class everrr

>>Sophomore Year
1. Section
10-s-4? 3? 34534? with maben. MABEN

2. Adviser
?

3. Subject Taught By Adviser
?

4. Best Memory
fish project with zipusch

5. Worst Memory
fish project with zipusch! snaiiils. and formal dress days.

6. Favorite Subject
bio

7. Least Favorite Subject
american lit, world history, algebra II, religion II, spanish II.

8. Class Accomplishments
sit-in sophomores. the best welcome theme. ever.

>>Junior Year
1. Section
11-s-4? 2? 4? i dont know

2. Adviser
dunlap.

3. Subject Taught By Adviser
?

4. Best Memory
people: what are you from halloween vanessa
me: omar's hallucination

5. Worst Memory
prom season. fucking unnecessary stress.

6. Favorite Subject
experiencing god and brit lit

7. Least Favorite Subject
cmi and chem

8. Class Accomplishments
the most apathetic class. everr.

>> Senior Year
1. Section
12-s-2. library!

2. Adviser
micha's mom

3. Subject Taught By Adviser
college

4. Best Memory
oh! and the censorship of blogs. and our senior prank. davi running to the caf. formal

5. Worst Memory
two words. SENIOR SINGING.

6. Favorite Subject
ap english, chorus, mixed media, econ, gov, international relations

7. Least Favorite Subject
physiology, with a burning passion.

8. Class Accomplishments
turning the alma mater into a fight song aaaand just being a really good class

>>High School
1. Best Thing About It
the greenery

2. Worst Thing About It
the small parking lot

3. Canteen Price
ask daviere.

4. Memorable Line By A Teacher
"look at all these deficiencies! i can WALLPAPER my office!" - ms. dunlap.

5. Rule You Don't Like
no smoking on campus. dude, just kidding. i had to wear shoelaces on my saddle shoes. come on! people with loafers didnt have laces!

6. Weirdest Rule
formal dress wednesdays. why wednesday?

7. Comments?
we are the pandas, we eat bamboo. if dont watch out, we'll eat you too.

banned from bobs big boy

leslie is 20! wowsers! picture highlights...


leslie!



bank of america cards.
katie and doug look like kites.
why is leslie's silver?



katie through the years




renee and me! iPod!



tiffany's butt




the group and big boy.


there was mucho drama regarding tips. but all in all, leslie, this was by far the best birthday party everrr.

happy bethday leslie!

wow... 20 years old. TWO DECADES!! how awesome!!! pictures to be posted.

personal jynx moment

me: ::with the People magazine in hand:: OOH! is this the one where britney spears says, "i love little ones"

kat: yeah! and i have this one ::has the "britney wedding album" People magazine in her hands::

me: ooooh

kat: oooh! you have US (magazine) and i have people!

::kat and i look at each other::

::a few seconds pass::

me and kat in unison: US PEOPLE!

hahahhaha. yeah

hey my faithful readers!

i speak like i have faithful readers. well hello to my imaginary readers. muaha

well. since i just noticed that my birthday post was actually my 930th post (get it? 930, 9-30 is my birthday? ok...) im going to take that as a sign and blog.

blog blog blog blog

im restless. and my desk looks like a nest. i should clean. but it'll be nice and unclean in a few hours. eh...

so... let me tell you about my classes

intro to sociology

w00t. this class is pretty chill. i mostly sit with gail alon and ponder random things like... "why are immac girls so damned hot?" "why aren't we ditching" and "what should we eat?"

ethics and the meaning of life

word. i'm learning how to be ethical and what the meaning of life is. as of today, i still do not. this class mostly reminds me of my religious studies class last year. my professor really should cut his hair... but who am i to talk? i have fading red hair

speaking of fading red hair

its really fading now. i've been swimming twice a week and the chlorine is quite bad. dont be surpirsed if you see me and my hair has turned green.

anyways! back to class review...

biological anthropology

this class is hot. ok no...

creative writing and ancestry

to sum this class up, i write about my grandparents. i just wrote two poems about ME. i love this class, yo.

also, i've been a gym rat as of late. i also think i've been over doing it with my cardio. oh well. i also have a problem that before i come back from the gym, i have to stop at ralphs to buy fruit. what the hell? i know!

another thing before i leave you...

i got a job. and i'm not telling you where it is because you'll judge me. but if you actually know me, i'll have you know that its the job that i filled out and application for half-assed-ly. i did not think i was going to be hired. but i was. im still taking this with a grain of salt. if this all fails, i'll look for another job.

the only clues i'll give you:

1) im working in retail
2) i can't fit in their pants (major self esteem blow)
3) friggin' seagulls. why would you put rats with wings on a shirt?

ok if 3 didnt give it away already, then good! you'll never find me now!

the end!

19

so... i've been 19 for four days now. i think its time for a birthday blog.

thank you EVERYONE for your texts, phone calls, messages, im's, hugs, and the visits.

shall i list you all? eh... you know who you are. and i love each and everyone of you.

ok... so day, by day...

thursday

i went to a lamdba chi party. i basically turned 19 at a party. kinda sad. the alcohol was flowing so freely.

i also went to a jimmy eat world party/ velvet teen concert with my friend mai. it was hot.

when i got to my apartment, there was cake and a new fish. yay!

friday

class then long beach then target then home home

saturday

my buca di beppos party! thanks to everyone who came! i have a list somewhere, but in the mean time, enjoy this pic!


people!

1m 19, guys!

sadly i really didnt post this when it was my birthday. i changed the date

haha muah.

18

what bullshit. im not finished with this year. i had so much to do! like smoke pot, have sex with a total stranger, snort a line of cocaine...

ahh... coca fina.

just kidding. damn... 18. what a good number. such a rad year.

tah dah!

7

no, not erykah badu and andre 3000's kid. i mean seven months.

ok then

blogging. i think this blog is too old. its like madonna, always in need of a new face. i'll get inspiration somehow...

i'm getting a new bike tomorrow... at target... w00t... because the other one is broken.

im on my old dinosaur computer. and its late. and chris wang is demanding a blog. so in spirit of posting old pictures in my last blog, i present to you...

the pictures that never made it to my blog

its not as exciting as it sounds. but anyways. im bored and i used to and still take pictures of myself. damn... shitty resolution on a shitty webcam and i still look good. yeah... no.


my hair. senior prom. looks like a mess, doesnt it


my swimming trophy. haha. my glory days.


me. prebangs. circa september 2003

yeah... ok... anyways!

school has started. i'll tell you about my classes when i feel like it. meaning i'll tell you on wednesday.

also: im sick. wtf?

919

so its my 919th post. god would it be fucking great if my last post of the summer was my 909th post. anyways... summer. yummy. i'll miss the taste of summer.

so... summer! recap...


my hair turned red



i bought sexy shoes



kat went to jail for drug dealing



i made doug go to the beach




i got drunk




my car exploded



my hair turned redder



i went to magic mountain



katie turned 19



so did doug!



and now my hair is bright once again


well i gotta...


...bounce...


oh and i turn 19 next week. party at my apartment. for real.

san francisco: photo highlights


zette and me. with our colored vodka.



yay and i with rasputin.



pink unicycler at berkeley



bhangra on the BART



karu, the tare panda: alcoholic



zette and i... heh heh



yeah, doug. ::muah:: make sure i dont have to buy you this shirt



4 dollar chinese food


the end!