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Blahhhh.

I wish second semester was here already! Blah.

Legal and Pierced

After wanting my belly button pierced for 2 years, I finally did it! Since I turned 18 yesterday, I was finally able to go get it.

The experience:
Before going there, I knew I had to stay positive. My mind is stupid and loses control and goes into this pyscho world. I tried my hardest to not think about it. My mom, Melissa, Olivia and I all took a trip down to Bulldog Lifestyles. Olivia got her nose pierced and I got my navel done. The girl working there was a biotch, I was glad she wasn't the piercer. Before going in, the piercer asked who would like to go first, I said I would because I didn't want to see a needle sticking out of Olivia's nose before I went. The prepping took about 3 minutes. He had to mark where he was gonna pierce and such. Then he told me to lay down and the next thing I knew, there was a needle through my belly button. It didn't hurt at all. I honestly think my ear lobes hurt more than my belly. I think it's because I didn't think about my belly piercing being bad, I stayed positive. Anyways, so the piercing went well. And then I got up to go look at my belly and I started to sweat, a lot. And then I couldn't hear anything and there were black spots everywhere. The dude had to get me water and M&M's. I felt bad, but he did make me feel better. I don't know why I almost passed out. I'm assuming it was becuase I didn't have anything to eat beforehand. Then Olivia got her nose pierced, she took it like a champ. So now, I have a cutiy belly button piercing!

Forgotten

And yet once again, I have been forgotten. I hate it. I hate being last on your list. You're first on mine. I guess we're not on the same page. I hate college, I hate it I hate it I hate it. All my friends left me.

And to top it off, my boyfriend left me. He didn't just leave me, he forgot about me.

Note to self: I miss you terribly.

I miss you. I need you. I hate being away from you. I don't care if you're only 10 minutes away. I spend everyday with you and all day with you. And now I'm gonna go from seeing you all the time, to not seeing you everyday. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. Hopefully this will be good though. We'll grow stronger because we'll miss each other so much and then be super excited when we see each other.

I love you.

I hate being a girl.

Right now, at this moment, I can officially say "I hate being a girl." Yesterday after my Public Speaking class ended, I was waking on campus towards the lightrail station. When this old 60-year old man asked me for the time. So I politely gave him the time. After that, he started asking me a million questions: What's your major? Where do you live? What do you like to do? I began to freak out, this man was asking me a million questions and following me!! He then asked me if I'd like to go grab coffee with him. The WHOLE entire time, I made no eye contact with him. I was looking down the whole time and giving him one word answers. What the fuck, did he NOT get the hint? He THEN asked me if I wanted to go eat Johnny Rocket's with him. Honestly, why would a 17-year old girl want to be friends with a dirty greasy looking 60-year old man? You would think after 60 years of living he would understand that. I finally reached the lightrail station and luckily there were people sitting there. I immediately sat next to these two teen boys. The old man followed me there and finaly left saying "have a good weekend." OH! And he asked for my e-mail address; I gave him mine but purposely misspelt it. AND then he gives me his name, e-mail address, and phone number. Guess where those are at? Yep, in the fucking garbage. If I see him again and he starts talking to me again, I am going to sternly say: "I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me anymore, please leave me alone." Now, I am going to walk around with my Sigg Alimumnum bottle always filled with water AND pepper spray because there are some fucking weirdos out there.

Die old perverted men, die.

College

College is pretty fantastic. I like my professors. The workload isn't that bed yet. Although it will get progressively harder. The only that sucks about college is being alone, a lot. Going to lightrail alone, walking from light rail to class alone, having your break alone. It kinda sucks, but oh well. I need to make a new friend that has the SAME schedule as I do. No one probably has my schedule since mine is pretty retarted. But other than that, San Jose State University is pretty cool. I don't plan 0n leaving, the campus is beautiful as are the people there. GO SPARTANS!

Que Magnifico

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise



A wonderful cover of the Beatles song. Sung by Sarah McLauchlan.

We do it for love.

Why is it that we do some pretty crazy ass shit for love? Good crazy things or not so good crazy things. I love my boy. More than anyone else in the world. My bestfriend, my boyfriend, my Jeremy. I seriously don't know any other boy that would go to school with me and sit in the library for 2 and half hours while I'm in class because I hate riding lightrail alone. Only my Jeremy would do that. =) And no other boy would put up with my shit. But "we do it for love."

There’ll be girls across the nation that will eat this up.
Babe I know that it’s your soul but could you bottle it up.
Get down to the heart of it.
No, it’s my heart.
You’re shit out of your luck.
Don’t make me tell you again my love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.

I am aiming to be somebody this somebody trusts with her delicate soul.
I don’t claim to know much,
Except soon as you start to make room for the parts that aren’t you,
It gets harder to bloom in a garden of love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.

Only thing I ever could need,
Only one good thing worth trying to be and it’s love, love, love, love.
I do it for love, love, love, love.

We can understand the sentiment you’re saying to us.
Oh, but sensible sells so could you kindly shut up,
And get started at keeping your part of the bargain.
Aw please little darlin’,
You’re killing me sweetly with love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.

Only thing I ever could need.
Only one good thing worth trying to be and it's love, love, love, love.
I do it for love, love, love, love.

Started as a flicker meant to be a flame.
Skin has gotten thicker but it burns the same.
Still a baby in a cradle got to take my first fall.
Baby’s getting next to nowhere with a back against the wall.
You meant to make me happy, make me sad.
Want to make it better better so bad.
But save your resolutions for your never new year.
There is only one solution I can see here.

Love you’re all I ever could need.
Only one good thing worth trying to be and it’s love, love, love, love.
I do it for love, love, love, love.
(Oh, only gonna get get what you give away, so give love, love.
Only gonna get get what you give away.
Love.)

Words on Paper

I like reading. I like reading when the story is good. If the story isn't good, it shouldn't even be considered a book. But then again, you might like a story that I don't like. So it's all opinion. I want to buy every book I want. I wanted so many books at Border's and I had to narrow it down to one. So, I bought "Vagina Monologues." It's just a bunch of random stories and poems about vaginas, literally. Some of them are gross. I don't think a male would enjoy this book. O: I want philosophy books, sociology books, romantic novels, and other useless shit books.

Why is it so hot? It's September. Dame un break! Geewhiz.

Only a month left until I turn eighteen. Hello porn, real-person jail, and cigarettes. Yeah right. More like "hello real world, time to grow up."

Men are creepy.

I hate public transit. Not because it's inconvenient, not because it takes too long, but because of the creepy men on it. Everytime I'm alone on it, some creepy man has to sit next to me and start asking me weird ass questions. NO buddy, I don't want your company. I am reading my book and listening to my iPod for a reason, go away. I told my dad he needs to buy me some pepper spray. He said he'll buy me a taser gun instead. But seriously, men talk about the most awkward things. When I talk to a woman stranger, the conversation is much less intimidating and weird. The conversation goes two ways and I don't feel like I'm being interviewed.

Other than public transit, I love college. It's fun, exciting, social, and something new.

Summer is over.

Yes, it is true. Summer is pretty much over for me. I start school on Monday. Bahumbug. Last time I checked, school was a month away. I didn't even go to the beach ONCE this whole entire summer. This week, I've been working on my new room. Monday I painted ALL day with Jill and Jeremy. I was getting so frustrated cause it wasn't coming out the way I thought it was going to. And also because Jill and Jeremy weren't doing things my way. I learned that I'm an extremely impatient person this week. And things have to be done my way or I'll be a bitch. I guess it's because I get so stressed out and overwhelmed with the amount of work I see around me and I realize how much needs to get done. I should work on that. Anyways, we spent day one painting everything and moving everything out of my room. My living room was pretty much suffocated in all my shit. My drawers, stuft animals, and other uselss shit. Seeing it made me realize what a hoarder I am. Day two consisted of touching up the paint spots we missed and going to Ikea to buy my new furniture. My rooms small so I wanted a loft to save room. So I bought myself a metal loft and a desk to put underneath it, it's pretty convenient and wonderful. I love it. Day three was consisted of building the furniture and then setting everything up in my room and moving everything back into my room. And now, it is done. Complete. Finito. I was so excited last night. I absolutely love it too. I couldn't have done it without the help of my wonderful friends though. And I apologize for being an obsessive bitch in the process, that's just how I get.

Although, I couldn't sleep last night. I was tossing and turning. I was constantly thinking "omg, what if there's an earthquake? Am I going to fall off and die?" So I ended up falling asleep at 4:40 AM. And I had to be up at 8:00 this morning to go to SJSU with Jeremy. It sucked, I didn't want to go anymore cause I was so tired, but I did. I picked up my books and we stayed for a while during this convocation thing that was going on. It was pretty boring so we left.

And tonight I might go on a hike with Jill and the family up to Alum Rock.

Realization.

Last night, I really realized that I have an amazing boyfriend. He puts up with so much and yet remains patient almost all the time. I don't know how he does it. Sometimes I take him for granted and always think that I'm the one that has to deal with everything. But when it comes down to it, I think he has to deal with a lot more. I'm an obnoxious, annoying, drama-filled, paranoid girl. And he has to deal with it 24/7. From now on, I need to appreciate him more. Although, he can be a real big asshole at times (as I can be a real big bitch at times), for the most part, he's pretty cool. Cooler than your gay boyfriend, that's for damn sure.

I don't know what I'd do without him. He's my dictionary, directory and best friend. I'm pretty sure I'd be lost without him, actually I know I would be, considering he's my "dictionary" and "directory." He keeps me sane too. He's always there for reassurance when I need it.

So to end it, Jeremy Michael Bunyard is the worst but more importantly the best boyfriend on planet earth.

Summer is here!

Today was the first official day of summer. Boy was it evident or what? It was smokin' hot today! 15 hours of sun today. We got a new pool for the backyard. 10 feet wide, a baby one. Yesterday, I went on a hike with Maggie, Jill, Robert and Jeremy up Mission Peak. Let me tell you, that's the last time I ever go there. It was fucking hell! I wanted to turn around and quit but no one would let me. So I had to make it to the top of the mountain. And I am SO sore today. It hurts to walk. But I guess that means more muscle! I love muslo! And it also means that I am very much so out of shape. I need to start running again or something. I'm going to get fat. I eat fastfood almost everyday too haha. Jill slept over last night too. We had a spendid time. Despite the fact that fell asleep super early. I woke her up though and then she was okay :)