WHEW! after a long and arduous conversation with quinn over AIM, i finally gave up and called his ass at work cuz i couldn't understand his explanation of the sitemeter. oh and yes, it's quinn, not quyen. and when i finally got what he was saying, i decided not to put one up on my website til it was completely done. don't ya just luv the unnecessary crap i put you through, q-dogg?

ooh! i'm goin back to school!!! yup, i found out by accident yesterday that i can get certified in radio production at PCC after taking only 9 classes and 1 internship. screw the "1" internship... i'm gonna intern my ass off with as many as i can get. fun for me!!! woo woo! if things go well i might be able to start as early as second summer session. time to plan out my school wardrobe! hehehe!

i swear, the ghetto-funk-fabulous-mel and the oh-so-awesome-nani just blow me away. yes, i said "blow". you just gotta check out their sites. makes me wanna change career paths - but i won't. still, makes me wanna go back to school and learn all that computer shit just for the hell of it. and YES, I AM NANI'S FAVORITE.

you know what's a pretty sad feeling? when you were really close to someone a while back and all of a sudden you drift away from them for some unknown reason. and this is a person you used to tell everthing to and confide in. and then you here a song that reminds you of them and you get all depressed. yeah. pretty sad feeling.

oh and a big "THANKS" to erik who tried very hard to explain html to me last night (i'm such a difficult student). and thanks for the in 'n' out burger, man. sometimes i take you for granted. you're a lifesaver.

did u miss me?

anyway, last night was mayan (once again) and we enjoyed ourselves (once again). but this time i was accompanied by the lovely ladies of irvine (amy, judy, and ann) and my sis... and dex! that's right folks, dex was goin through hell watchin the 5 of us. i distinctly remember him saying several times, "i wish quyen were here'. poor, poor, dex. we actually bumped into some peeps we haven't seen in over a year... ben, pam, vince, stacy, james, and iona. oh yeah, and one particular irvine girl who i was about to say hi to TWICE but turned around and avoided me. i swear, i'm so over that shit already. anyway, moving right along...
ooh hey! i saw this really cute guy last night... cute only cuz he didn't look like any of the thugged out wannabe gangsters that we usually see. i would have gone up to him if i had one more minute to work my way over to him on the dance floor but he took off with his friends. shit. missed opportunity right there. and then it was off to garden cafe where we were joined by my church buddies poy and nikko. perfect night for my last day of clubbing... that is until glavez and chris come down from michigan in july!!! whooweeeee!!!

i just changed my template, but with this whole server being down i hope i didn't fuck things up. knowing my luck and knowledge of computers i probably did. fuck me in the goat ass.

"why does lady marmalade sound so horny?" -- question asked by my brother this morning.

i think i rub off on my friends the wrong way. in a random conversation over AIM with mel, she mentions that my "face will be as white as cum". ah yes, she's my padewan learner.

sylvia brown is fucking dope. ever seen her on montel? well, she was on earlier and i was trippin at how she can solve all these crimes, tell you how much money you'll make with your investments, and tell you if your marriage is going to hell. if you're confused for any reason whatsoever, would you go to a psychologist or a psychic?

eh.

i happened to be flipping channels again and i couldn't help but notice that marisa ramirez is a regular on general hospital with her picture being on the show's intro. damn, she's hot. (yes, i sound gay... though there's nothing wrong with that.) and to think that a fellow ramona tiger would be on television... aside from michelle ruiz from the news... and demi moore who went to ramona for only one quarter (so i hear).

you know who else is hot? jessica alba. now SHE makes me wanna be gay.

thought of the day: would you ever eat a fly for a million dollars?

i seriously need to work and move out of this damn house. honestly, i don't think my parents appreciate anything i do for them. AGH!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!

whew! i'm pooped. went jogging this morning with my sis under the burning sun, spent an hour raking the leaves in the front and back yard, and disinfected our hideous bathroom. my muscles hurt... i can't breath from all the chemicals i've inhaled... haven't even eaten lunch yet.

you know what's so annoying? when you're jogging and your underwear creaps up your butt til it can't go any further and you're jogging with 100% cotton bunched up your ass. so i'm thinking... "should i jog without wearing any underwear?" just a thought. then i happened to be looking at the insides of all my jogging pants and biker shorts and notice they all have this little patch of lining in the crotch area and i'm thinking, "oh."

all this clubbing has finally taken it's toll on me. it's all kristine's fault! :P i'm tired. i'm gaining weight from all the alcohol. and frankly i'm not feelin it anymore. ( i will however still go to mayan for one last clubbing experience.) my brother and my dad say clubs are not where men find decent women - decent as in marriage material. this is my 20 year old brother we're talking about. i started to think about it and they make perfect sense. hard to believe my younger brother makes more sense than me. i mean, do the good guys actually go to clubs to look for decent women? i think not. plus the thought of telling my children i met your dad at a club doesn't seem very attractive. as much as i like meeting new people at the clubs, i realized they're not that great. i don't keep in touch with any of them. their personalities aren't any better than my friends'. also, i don't like the idea of being stereotyped or characterized like all the other girls there just cuz i dress a certain way.

kristine just left last night for austin, texas. austin freakin texas!!! i just have 2 words for you --> GOOD LUCK.

not to mention, erik got me into the freakin x-files on the last episode of the season. thanks, whore.

last night at Q's was the worst ever. i freakin fell on the floor!!! and it wasn't one of those "oops, i slipped and fell" falls. i straight up hit the ground while i was showing quyen, amy, mike, and jason that hip hop routine i learned. crossed my feet, spun, and fell flat on my ass. luckily no one saw (so they say) except for the security guard who's probably thinking i had one too many hurricanes (i had only one, mind you). i couldn't stop laughing for like 15 minutes straight. my stomach was hurting so bad like i had done a million crunches the day before. damn, that was so embarassing but who cares.

not to mention, jen slept over last night cuz it was too late for her to drive home, and i had to share my bed with her. don't be getting any ideas now. but man, she generates so much body heat. i had to leave the windows and the door open just so i could breath. next time she'll sleep with the dog in the garage.

unshowered i am. as much as the thought alone disgusts me, i realize it's 6:30 pm and i'm sitting here sticking to the vinyl chair, my hair flying out of the once neat ponytail, my skin being a mixture of dry and oily, and my clothes spotted with all the dirt i've accumulated by cleaning my room and the floormats in my car. doesn't that just make you horny? if that doesn't i don't know what will. i feel sooooo gross. i was gonna shower after i went jogging this morning but after thinking about all the stuff i had to do today and all the sweat that'd be dripping from my forehead and armpits i thought, "wait a minute. i'm gonna shower again later on anyway before i head over to Q's." or should i even bother? imagine if i walked into that club looking the way i look right now? eeewwwww!

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i just got some useful words of advice from the infamous q-doggy-dogg stating that i should be careful about what i put on my weblog since people i know and care about will be reading it (screw the initials J and L , i'm straight up gonna say Jennifer Lapidario). so far she doesn't know this thing exists, so yay for me! if by some miracle she does find out about it... tough. i just have to prepare myself for endless, pointless bagging. yeah, quyen, you know what i'm talking about. anyhoo, imma go jogging.

i just took thee most physically challenging class in my entire life --> hip hop dance class taught by jesse at le studio. i've always wanted to try some hip hop class to test my dance skills and after tonight i've realized i have none whatsoever. nevertheless, jesse is sooooo freakin fine. ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! i don't care if i looked like an idiot... i got to stare at jesse for 1 1/2 hours! i mean, there were white girls there who had more rhythm than me. WHITE GIRLS!!! i felt like i took social dance at uci and 20 minutes later jumped to kaba modern. i was sweating just after the warm up which was less than 10 minutes! at least i wasn't the worst one there. there were women in their 40s (could have been younger but didn't look like it! hehehehe) in that class that really sucked donkey balls. obviously age doesn't matter in this class, however a majority of these girls must have been in high school or barely starting college. so "doesn't really matter" by janet jackson starts and i'm thinking, "fuck. this is way too fast!" let's just say i could barely make it through the first 8 counts. so am i going again next week? hell yeah! jesse rules! try again, i will (man, i sound like yoda). well, that was my adventure for the day. how was yours?

my back yards seems to be the nesting ground for sparrows. i just counted 12 freaking sparrows on the grass! 12! i really need to get a life.

y'know what i was thinking this morning? of course not, cuz i haven't told you yet. i have some pretty fucking fine friends. one could only be so lucky to hang around such good looking people. if you happen to be reading this... you're not one of them. sadly, some people have pretty funky looking friends and i start to wonder... are they embarassed to hang out with such dorks? pretty sad, isn't it? then again, maybe they hang out with the aesthetically challenged to make themselves look hella hot. does that actually work? i mean, when i see a group of guys i immediately look for the best looking one and assume he's the leader. i know that sounds dumb, so shut up. anyway, enough of that nonsense.

i'm getting hella hungry and my bro isn't back yet with my mickey d's. agh! speaking of my bro... he donated blood today. i should do that too. i figure, i have enough blood to spare, right?

hey man, is it really your birthday today???

last night mike, jen, and i played ouija and it scared the fuck out of me. basically it confirmed everything i had been thinking already. how the hell that thing moves is a mystery to me, though i'm kinda partial to the idea of psychics and stuff like that. mel says it's pure evil and i'm probably gonna die, but i don't think so. not to mention, kristine flaked on us for fear of being possessed! hahahahah! dork. i bet the spirit's following you right now. watch out!

damn my frickin stomach... i've been having stomach pains all my life and i can't get rid of them. maybe i should just have it removed so i'll lose weight. hehehehe. sick. actually gogo's sounds really good right now but i don't feel like eating and throwing up perfectly good food. damn it. i'm screwed.

hey quyen, thanks for the br tip!

damn, i just LUV this blog shit.

yay for me!!! i set this damn thing up myself... and yet i'm having problems with it. fuck. help.

leave it up to me to pick the girliest template available.