im blogging from my dads shop. its always a bad sign. last time i blogged from here, i was paying off a $500 phone bill.

i just had the most horrible two days.

ipod = empty
car = broken.

its sad days.

hollywood bowling

during intermission danielle and i decided that we would get hot apple cider the way we would during hollywood bowl concerts of our youths.

alas, the new hollywood bowl does not sell apple cider.

instead, we purchased two hard brownies and decided to have a cigarette.

when approching the smoking area, we discovered that my dad was already there smoking his benson and hedges. happy birthday, dad.

"i dont really look like this in real life"

showered and clean. you know what i mean?

i tend to speak in tea cups.

sometimes i space out at work and i stare a customers. some of you have the most sour looks on your faces. sometimes you look lost and when i walk over to help, you pull out the bottom most item from the bottom of the stack. boy are you dumb.

school begins in 9 days.

i turn 20 in 10 days.

i want a vaporizer for my birthday.

im kidding

not really.

yes i am.

my long forever summer

god, what a long fucking summer. the beginning of summer feels so distant. it doesnt feel like "damn, i just moved out of my apartment like thre days ago."

whatever dudes, i made money at ae, spent money from here to wyoming, then from here to san francisco.

i've learned how to live my life without writing about it in this foresaken blog. not really. i suppose its better for the people who know everything in my life to actually be in my life.

i didnt mean that. i miss everyone. im kicking myself for not making enough of an effort to see people this summer.

i've also learned to stop assuming that people are good people because people suck and they never pick up their clothes even when they see people with armloads of merchandise. fuckers.

my brain is an empty bin. i've emptied it out slowly during the summer and i didnt put anything back. oh except memories.

i remember that saint brendan reunions should probably include more than 7 people.

sony fontopia ear buds will block out everything from the white noise of a buses engine to the harsh vocal stylings of tourists

i probably will be ass before the next harry potter book is released

i am unsure which is worse.

i kinda wish i had lungs of steel.

whatever. i have work soon. goodbye

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by the way, i hate salt lake city.

i didnt post anything during july. wow.

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.

==

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'.

neglect

whatever. it was time for a change.

and it was depressing seeing that chatterbox so lonesome. fuck comments. fuck tags. call me and tell me what you think.

and i'm talking to you, wangster.

i'm kinda restless. not looking forward to summer. not looking forward to anything.

that sucks, yes? not looking forward to anything?

a spider bit me in the eye.

no joke

since i last really posted i have...

- become blonde
- finally learned some tagalog
- became a bitter old soul
- learned to appreciate winters
- created my own religion

yeah. i guess i shouldnt leave ever. ever again. (messy grammar, but its gets the point across)

about the skin

a mother fucking maystar design. personally i hate maystart designs. they're not aesthetically pleasing.

thats my car. thats my ignition. and those are my dad's hands.

i call the picture... frustration.

over a month since i've written in here.

does that mean that this blog is dead?

whatever. life is alright. i cant complain.

random

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

ha.

whatever. here are some pictures


vanessa, a study in blonde


vanessa, a study in purple


sushi cute


happy birthday. hands that i count: 5.


&jal&vanessa. too hot for bread


we were way too hot for a straight club.
more specifically, a straight riverside club.
never again.


people wonder what girls do in fitting rooms.


fly away little danielle, fly away!


debbie. just debbie!

thats all. byeee

wtf

Which Golden Girl Are You?

i am so over it, that i'm under it

i have a headache.

whatever. im going to clean.

happy easter

so, im back in riverside. woo spring quarter. eh.. someone call me at 9am, please? kthanks.

anyways, four random pictures.


happy 21st 22nd 26th birthday, jerel.
damn, you're old.
btw, nice rice cake.


superman said to the field of cupcakes,
"IM NOT AFRAID TO USE THIS!!!!"


random image of danielle and trotsky after his near death experience.


holy water from christ the king church.
its in kat's bag for incase there is a need for an emergency exorcism.

fm transmitter

so, as a finals gift, my dad got me an fm transmitter for my iPod.

and by "my dad" i mean, "i bought it with his credit card".

!!!

this was an important occurance, but its already an old one... but...


sonny came home!

ok... its not just a shawn colvin song now.

finals

meh. and here i am, blogging my life away.

meh. i wish i had all my finals finished already. anyways... i passed the ides of march and its my ex-roomies birthday. woo angie.

more porcrastination


Topanga


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why does topanga's head look really weird? thats really bizzare...

Lumpia: a small fried eggroll filled with veggies and/or meat.


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w00t.

happy pi day

yeah. the end.

procrastination

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

instead of studying i have:

1) taken the above quiz.
2) gone home
3) played halo 2.
3.5) listened to jerel talk shit on xbox live. wtheck?
3.75) got a dooney and burke bag! haha. oh the random crap that goes to die at kingsley.
4) developed an amazing theory regarding boys and video games
5) baked cookies.
6) went to immac with kat and posed in the statue garden
7) philosophized over coffee
8) philosophized with kat and norman
9) slept
10) went to the gym for an hour
11) showered twice
12) started blogging

eh.

le bracket


go tarheels
i had no idea they were doing so well...

finals.

i dont consider this a quarter of school. this was dime, no! a nickel!

21 year old out of work female. work experience: coffee

PrayIBleed: http://losangeles.craigslist.org/ret/63049370.html
PrayIBleed: this is the only thing i can do
oxvanes the rzxo: haha
oxvanes the rzxo: sad day.

the notebook

what was all the fuss about? i didnt cry. i was ready for a cry. i was gypped! (racist comment)

anyways... random pics...


the testosterone zone... whos sitting more like a woman?


they cant resist them. ephraim is touching me like i'm acid...


happy 30th birthday, wen!


this is my coworker ryan in the back room of ae. oh secretive!

oh, and i've been up for 24 hours. go vanessa and no sleep. i blame television and cookies.

random sisterly convo

oxvanes the rzxo: im exciting for my upcoming weight loss from getting off the pill.
oxvanes the rzxo: isnt that sad?
prayibleed: awww
prayibleed: hey ME TOO!!!
oxvanes the rzxo: HAHAHA

haha, yay.

2:53am

chrisw a n gster :you are a creature of the night, vanessa
oxvanes the rzxo : i am
oxvanes the rzxo : this is why i need a night owl roommate

le sigh. anyways, i've done the following today:

- got mad at my parents for not having cooked rice in the house (remember, i get grumpy when im hungry, and i only eat rice when in home)
- went to work.
- saw the winner of The WB's Superstar USA. don't worry, its not that i remembered who won, my co-worker watched that show religiously and was shocked that the winner actually showed her face in public after that.
- went home and baked cookies.

i have work tomorow too. i'm kinda tempted to drive my car down third street to work. i dont care if marathoners get in my way. juust keeding.

ooh... my kairos was over two years ago.

man that seems like yesterday... the 4th day... i can't believe its 6am...

rolling orange of death!

oh yes, random blogging vanessa is back. ::glares::

march

feb sucked. bring me the ides!

onwards and upwards!

my weekend


random jumping in the heights


woo!


hoo!

pictures

yes

aint no party like a long beach party!

scene: my driveway
time: an hour ago
people: me and jerel

stage directions: vanessa is washing her car wheels. jerel pulls up in the driveway.

jerel: hey, do you guys have any food in your house?
me: i dont know
jerel: how do you not know?
me: well, i was in long beach last night.
jerel: what were you doing in long beach?
me: ::long pause:: i dont know! hahaha

oh my. pictures will be posted early tomorrow morning. happy birthday, joe.

off to work...

cleaning

i have a feeling that my apartment-mates think i'm on speed.

so, i came home at 4am from la this morning.

and i started cleaning.

i did my laundry, i worked out, i cleaned the kitchen, i cleaned the living room, and now, im going to clean my room.

oh well. at least i got something done.

link bitch

i updated this links list. i removed people who

a) dont update
b) no longer blog
c) people whom i believe want their privacy.

i also updated stuff for people who have moved to livejournal, which were many.

oh, and i didn't delete mkb because he exclusively uses my links list to see others blogs, haha.

tomorrow

the vagina monologues! 2/23! 8pm! UNLH! UC riverside! $12 at the door! be there!

right now

still raining. le sigh.

storm watch 2005!


lake serrano and 2nd


i call this "fuggs and splashes".

results of staying inside all weekend


my great revelation that
i finally have enough shoes.

apparently, to shoppers, "pounding rain" is equal to "flock to the beverly center"

whatever. oh american eagle. how i lurve and hate you.

congrats to israel, who graduated. woo hoo.

so i think my obsession with friendster type sites is finally waning. finally... i've been waiting since june 2003 for this to all end.

i can't believe i'm on downelink.com too. im not even gay. hmph.

dear union station



thanks for rubbing it in my face.

i get grumpy when im hungry.

its that mood that you've all been waiting for.

vanessa is pensive.

well i was looking at my stat counter. and for some reason the US Immigration And Naturalization Service in Washington DC, has visited my blog. why? i dont know. anyways. the rain is here. i was excited to use my new windshield wipers. that was like. wow.

oh. and i just brushed my teeth and i looked in the mirror and i made a sad face. i've come to the conclusion that my sad face makes me look like a duck.

im going to be in riverside/not los angeles until saturday night. i'll be in riverside getting things done today (friday). oh and i think i have a hall reunion thing tonight too. i have plans. saturday, im headed to irvine for kaba con because i am so involved. ha! i wasnt being sarcastic!

im tired. thats all. goodnight.

i dont like my television class


i wanted to squish my ta.


so i did
so begin's lent.

i'll giving up sex.

haha. ::serious face::

we'll see.

real post

wangster is forcing me to post, again. happy birthday to KAT, who is no longer a teenager, but i'll love her anyways.

oh and happy birthday to everyone who had a birthday in the past month (in chronological order: ding (jan 16), chris wang (jan 31), grass (Feb 3), kat (feb 4), tracy (feb 7).

why were you all born in a large clump? my mind is a whirl thinking about it.

11

i know. eleven months. are you joking? nope. i have the ill-est boyfriend around. no, for real, doug is sick. all nice and drugged up on nyquil, just how i like him.

this is my update on life.

work

im still working at american eagle. for three reasons, 1) i like it there. 2) the gay boys. 3) 40% discount.

i am joining in on a law suit against abercrombie and fitch/hollister (holler!). i got a letter in the mail asking if i wanted a part of it. its has to do with discrimination within the work place (ding!) working times (ding ding!) and psychological effects of working in a discriminatory enviroment (ding ding ding!). so, hurrah! i might makes some money off of this. maybe...

escuela

three classes this quarter + class three times a week = one lazy vanessa. my classes, with week three reviews are as follows:

intro to television studies

the professor is a dick, but we watch pretty good television.

english 127a, american poetry before 1900

whitman, dickinson, longfellow, oh my! my professor is pretty rad.

intro to ethnic studies
its aiiight.

familia

all sorts of weird.

boyfriend

sick, but still dougie fresh

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also, i need to lose a grip of weight. only reason: i suck at ddr now. sad reason, ya?

whatever. im going to shower. this will be cross posted to livejournal.

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.