i've never smelled anything so putrid in my life. i was in line at the fragrance section in victoria's secret earlier and the fat-ass woman in back of me smelled like a combination of a pee-soaked baby diaper/bad breath/guava/armpit. good god, i thought i was gonna die. and she had the nerve to breathe on me, "are you in line?" every inhalation i took brought me an inch closer to death. 20 fucking minutes i had to smell that crap! the woman kept moving around spreading her fumes and the whole time i kept thinking "stay fucking still you asswipe!" everywhere i looked i would grab a lotion, body splash, anything and sniff it just to cover up her stench. my eyes started to water, my stomach turned, my finger was horizontally covering my nose, and i could feel my lunch coming up my throat. after i finally got to the cashier i had the strongest urge to turn around and tell her to use soap next time she showered. and could you believe she was in line to buy tons of thongs and underwear? did she try them on???

christmas was once again overcrowded with the sabino clan and friends. i honestly thought i wasn't gonna get any presents this year considering i'm kinda old compared to the young cousins, but i was blessed with such interesting gifts that i could really use... like socks, a sweater shaver, an all-around black nine west purse, silly putty (and yes, i never had that as a child), an mp3 player, BCBG lotion, perfume (b/c my bro doesn't like the one i wear b/c his ex used to wear it), these awesome pink house slippers that are 3x times fluffier than regular slippers and are shaped like huge tennis shoes (and oh so warm!), chanel eye shadow, a swiss army knife/kit/keychain thingy, and lots of other stuff. i'm definitely loved.

my brother's an idiot. i noticed he has band aids on all of his nuckles on his right hand. how'd he get it? here's the story:

he was at work cleaning up the stock room and destroying the boxes the shipment came in. taking the "easy" way, he decides to punch the bottom opening that has been taped down instead of cutting them open with a blade. so punch, punch away he goes until he comes across a box that just won't crack open. so he punches it again, and again, and finally it breaks letting his fist go straight to the floor and bouncing off the ground. at first he just sees white flesh and then the blood started to surface. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! he cracks me up.

i went to church tonight and instead of it making me feel good about myself and christmas, it reminded me of the decisions i made in the past. i sat right behind the dad of this guy i used to be dating and i couldn't help but think that he could have potentially been my father-in-law. his family loved me and thought i was "the one". now that i think about it, i don't think it'd be that bad if i hooked up with him. oh well, too late now.

this is in response to sandy's entry about blogger pet peeves. in addition to her annoyances, i have to add the ones that try to disguise their boring lives by talking about things they did to make it look like they have a life. "i went here and there with so and so... yada yada yada... and i bought shoes." good gawd! if that's what people call excitement then shoot my left eye with a crossbow and pour tapatio in the other. i think i find more excitement sitting in my room watching the equalizer change on my stereo. why do people do that? why do people create this pseudo-lifestyle to make their life interesting. shoot. i can honestly say i don't have a life. what's to be ashamed about? dummies.

merry christmas everyone!

tuesday night, actually early wednesday morning, i watched the midnight showing of lord of the rings with about 12 of my old banana republic coworkers. i don't care if i only got 2 hours of sleep that night --> that movie rocked! it actually kept me awake for a movie that's a little over 3 hours long. yesterday i was hating work b/c i was caught several times staring into nothingness without a single blink.

anyway, i hooked up an internship at sony but i won't be able to take it until april b/c it's unpaid. if i cut my hours at work starting this january to start the internship, i won't be making enough to pay my last two tuition payments. it's such a good opportunity considering i'd get to be doing a&r work and provide assistance in the recording studio next door. not to mention, it's FREAKIN SONY!!! (okay, i'm over it.)

so... saturday i'll be heading over to guitar center (for the first time. I KNOW!) with my friend to get a christmas present and it looks like i'll be going to three clubs that night too. the last time i was there i yacked all over the parking lot. i don't plan on recreating that scene.

my ass is freezing. i hate it when it's dark when i get off of work. i got a 95% on my final today. it took me 1 hour and 20 minutes to get home from school b/c of freakin traffic. i still need to buy 6 christmas gifts. i don't get paid til tomorrow. i'm really craving some boba right now but it's damn cold out there. i had ice on my windshield this morning. my brother's been playing his bass guitar too loudly that it knocks all my cds off the shelf. poochie. my laundry has been sitting in the dryer since tuesday. i'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. my cousin neil graduated biochem at unlv yesterday. i can't feel my nostrils.

arrogance is what people use to conceal what they're lacking in life.

this is exactly why i like hanging out with you.

i swear, mel, if i see that dude chris at your wedding and he decides to mess with me, he's got a little something coming. two can play that game. i know i'm definitely not the same rose he knew in high school so he betta watch out.

i have come to accept the fact that i can't squat with my feet flat on the floor even if my life depended on it. i don't know if it's because my ankles don't bend far enough or if my hips are just too damn heavy. it seriously makes me wanna cry. every other filipino on this earth can do the "squat", but me? ohhhhhh no! how pathetic.

my taste in christmas music has been ridiculed by my coworkers - mainly my boss. i brought in my "getoblaster" (as he calls it) and xmas cds to get into the christmas spirit, but it's kinda hard when their idea of xmas music was that played in the 60's, which in turn has coined my collection as "the eminem xmas special". no, i don't have anything even close to eminem playing, but i guess my soulful holiday compilations were a little too soulful for them. whatever. tomorrow i may be cursed to listening to the manheim steamroller.

oh my gosh. my mom's such a dork. she made an appointment with me to drive her to the mall today to do some shopping and she completely forgot about it. meanwhile, i'm sitting here like a dumb-ass when i could have made other plans to go out tonight. poochie.

there's never a dull moment with fat joe in class, especially today when he called our instructor a "fucking idiot". dude, you come to class practically an hour and a half late, complain that something's wrong with your schedule, push in the inner core of the speaker you're supposed to take apart (which was still in working condition), brake the damn speaker, and like a kindergarten-er keep poking at it while muttering senseless shit just to get the last word. yeah, i love school. sometimes i just wanna get up and smack his belly and watch him jiggle. or better yet, get one of those machines that shoot tennis balls out at raging speeds and see how many get stuck in his belly button.

the parsons' company christmas party is this coming saturday and i still don't have shoes to go with my dress. damn. the things women go through just to look decent. i already dyed my hair black and it's slowly fading to the color that i really want. however, according to the screaming monkey ass i look like a gothic chinese princess. whatever, monkey-boy. speaking of monkeys (stephan & jesse), welcome to the cyber-cult we call blogger! wait. you mean to say there's more to the internet than just email, video games, and porn? my goodness! now i just gotta get monique to start one and the world will be perfect =)