Sunday, August 29, 2010

10 Things + 60 Questions

Super tired/having writer's block, so this is all that you get today.

1- I hate calendars and planners. I write everything on Post-It notes and put them on my wall/in my purse/wherever I need them.

2- I always use an ACE bandage and a heating pad when I use IcyHot, even though it specifically says, "Do not bandage tightly or use with a heating pad."

3- I stutter when I talk on the phone, which is why I avoid talking on the phone. I stuttered for the first time while not on the phone today. I was certainly not entertained.

4- All of my electronic devices are named Franklin. They used to be Franklin Thunderphart I, II, III, etc., but then they just all became Franklin.

5- I hate crushed ice.

6- I don't think it's okay for people to refer to themselves as The [Insert their name here], unless it's The Ross Everett or TheBDonski, even though Ben doesn't really count.

7- I get far too excited whenever I hear Mike Posner singing. I don't know why, though.

8- I buy shoes. I wear them. I return them. I buy another pair of the exact same shoes. I wear them. I return them. I buy ano--Again, I don't know why.

9- I spend way too much time on The Frisky.

10- I freak out when people touch my stuff. Not like an "OMG, could you not do that?" freak out, either. Like a "Pardon me while I have an anxiety attack." freak out.

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Zero - Who was your last text from?
Cecilia.

One - Where was your default pic taken?
My bed! haha

Two - When will your next kiss be?
I don't know. Probably whenever I decide to drag my fat ass to NC. :)

Three - Have you ever lost a close friend?
Not like, they've died, but I've stopped being friends with a few close friends.

Four - What is your current mood?
I'm rather impatient today.

Five - What's your brother(s) names?
Mexican! If Rob and Wes count, then them, too. lol

Six - Where do you wish you were right now?
Sleeping on the couch. I love my couch.

Seven - Do you have a crazy side?
That's about my only side.

Eight - Ever had a near death experience?
Probably, but that would definitely be a memory I'd choose not to maintain.

Nine - Something you do a lot?
Breathe.

Ten - Angry at anyone?
Nope.

Eleven - What's stopping you from going for the person you like?
Um. Nothing. :)

No Twelve?!

Thirteen - Is there anyone you would do anything for?
Yep.

Fourteen - What do you think about when you are falling asleep?
A lot of things.

Seventeen- Who was the last person you called on the phone?
My dad.

Eighteen- What is your favorite song?
When The Angels Sing by Social Distortion.

Nineteen- What are you doing right now?
This. Duh!

Twenty- Who do you trust right now?
Those deserving.

Twenty one - What was your last dream about?
I don't even know.

Twenty five- What are you thinking of right now?
My education...or the lack thereof. Thanks, America!

Twenty six- What should you be doing right now?
Sleeping.

Twenty seven- What are you listening to?
Bruno Mars!

Twenty nine- Who was the last person who yelled at you?
My brother, but we were just kidding around. lol

Thirty - Do you act differently around the person you like?
Nope. :)

Thirty one - What is your natural hair color?
Turd brown.

Thirty two - Who was the last person to make you laugh?
My dad. lol

Thirty three - Who was the last person to make you sad?
...my dad.

Thirty five- Is your hair naturally curly or straight?
Used to be super curly, but I've damaged it to the point where it's got this funky wave thing going on.

Thirty six - Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?
No, but @Evil__Empire called me "delicious cakes" once. lol

Thirty eight - Gone skinny dipping this summer?
Nope.

Thirty nine - Do you use smiley faces on the computer?
Yep!

Forty - Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?
All the time. lol

Forty one - Are you happy with life right now?
Getting there! :)

Forty two - Are you currently jealous?
Nope.

Forty four - What are you doing Sunday night?
You mean tonight? Didn't we cover this already?

Forty five - Have you ever had your heart broken?
Once or twice.

Forty six - Have you ever broken someone's heart?
I don't think so.

Forty seven - Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now?
Nope.

Forty Eight - What are you looking forward to?
Hopefully going to Charlotte soon.

Forty nine - How late did you stay up last night and why?
5am. Mostly just because.

Fifty - Does anyone like you right now?
I'd hope so. lol

Fifty One - What is something that makes you mad?
People being rude.

Fifty Two -Do you wish anyone in particular was still in your life?
Just one person.

Fifty Three - Do you have plans for this weekend?
Going to the casino!

Fifty Four - What's your relationship status?
Happily in one. :)

Fifty Five - Is there anyone in the room with you?
Not that I know of.

Fifty Six - Does anyone hate you?
Most likely.

Fifty Seven - Do you think relationships are even worth it?
I'm in the process finding out. I'll let you know.

Fifty Eight - What are you going to do tonight?
Hopefully sleep.

Fifty Nine - Do you ever wonder if the person standing next to you is a virgin or not?No. WTF.

Sixty - Where do you go for advice the most?
My heart. If I had to pick a person, then that'd be my dad. :)

Stay Gold.


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Friday, August 27, 2010

When To Let Go And When To Hold On

This is going to be a strange blog, I’m sure. Letting go. Easy enough, right? Wrong. I’ve always had a problem with keeping things around - things that I no longer need. Sometimes, those things are people. I know I recently talked about ridding my life of those people, but there are a few people that I don’t know how to let go of. Someone who I thought to be my best friend has moved on, so why can’t I? Why can’t I just do what she did? She’s on to bigger and better things, and I’m stuck on what used to be. This would be the time to let go.

I think there is a very small, but significant, difference between devastation and heartbreak. I recently experienced the latter. I found some things out about a certain person, who I trusted and who I thought valued me as a person, that made me realize I couldn’t have been more wrong... This, too, would be the time to let go.

One thing that I’ll always believe in is this: There are very few people in my life who deserve a second chance. When it comes down to it, those are the people who will be there for me, no matter what. My friend Cortney, or Jane, as some of you may know her, and I had quite the falling-out a little over a year ago. It was weird not having her around for a couple of months, but when she came to me and apologized for whatever it was that had ended our friendship, I was so thankful. I was thankful because, deep down inside, I knew that she was one of those people. I knew that she and I were going to be friends for a very long time. I knew that I needed her in my life. As little as we see each other, those are times that I hold near and dear. This is the time to hold on.

I recently deleted my personal Facebook account. I had been questioning my decision to even have one for quite some time. When I made it, I was thinking that I’d be able to connect with my friends from school, especially the friends that I had moved away from. Friends. That’s a funny word for me now. I had about 600 friends on that account. People that I had known throughout school. People that I thought were my friends. Granted, there were a few who I know were/are my friends, but for the most part, nobody on there’s going to miss me. This would be the time to say “Fuck you, go die.”

Something that you may or may not know about me is that I was the shy, quiet kid in school. I mean, I knew everyone, but to them, I didn’t matter. I didn’t count. I got lucky, though, with the friends that I did have. During high school, anyway. You see, it doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like. If you’re friends with the football team, you’re treated like fucking royalty around here. I was hot shit. But only for the purpose of giving people the grounds to say that they knew me, therefore being guarded by the unspoken You Don’t Fuck With The Football Players’ Friends Policy. So, after school had ended, they didn’t need me anymore. They were all on to bigger and (supposedly) better things. Yet another time to let go.

You may have read about my discontentment with my sister. She called me the other day and said “Hey, I’m in the ER.” This would be the point when most people flip their fucking shit. To be honest, I would’ve acted more compassionately to a stranger calling me and telling me that. I didn’t care. I didn’t ask why. Sure, it makes me look like a bitch, amongst other horrible things, but that’s okay. I don’t get why she thinks she can just call me and tell me that, and expect me to care or fell sorry for her. She was in the ER, so what? She’s a piece of shit, as far as I’m concerned, and until she realizes that, she could die and I probably wouldn’t feel anything. I hate her THAT much. This is the time to say “Get your big head out of your fat ass and get a kung-fu grip on reality.”

I know this was kind of all over the place, because I wrote it over a few days, so forgive me if none of this really makes sense. And I mean that, because, after reading it back to myself, even I’m confused. Oh, and pardon any grammatical errors. I'm too tired to edit. :)

Stay Gold.


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Thursday, August 19, 2010

A Few Things

I've had a lot on my mind recently, and I thought to myself "Doll, you have a blog. Blogs are where people share their thoughts." So this? This is that.

Friends:
-I've been losing friends like it's nobody's business lately. I don't know what I've done to any of them, but quite a few people have decided that they don't like me anymore. Ok, cool. Whatever, right? Wrong. You can't be friends with someone for a long time, then suddenly stop, with no explanation. I HATE people that do this. HATE HATE HATE. Hate. I don't get it. I mean, if I've done something wrong, let me know. If you just don't want to be my friend anymore, let me know. If you're mad because I ate your chicken nuggets that one time in 7th grade and you hate me now, cool. Let me know. Don't just stop talking to me and pretend that we were never friends, k? It's really shitty of you and to be honest, if I had known that you were that kind of person, I never would've been your friend to begin with.

-I've never been a greedy person, especially with my money. I've never been stingy with money, either. Ask any of my friends, they'll tell you. If I want to go out with a friend, but they're low on cash, it's fine. I'll cover it. I've never said "Fine, but you have to pay me back." I don't give a damn. All through school, I would give people money to get an extra snack at lunch or whatever. This has never been something that bothers me. You need money, I have money. However, what DOES bother me is when you don't say thank you. I value our friendship and our time together enough to help you out when you need helping out, but if you can't be bothered to utter the words "thank you," (which are 100%, absolutely, completely FREE to say) then don't expect my helping hands (and pocketbook) to be there for you next time.

-You like wrestling? Awesome. You're a middle-aged man who likes wrestling and who's sick of your fat wife/girlfriend, so you want to hit on me? Not awesome. Not awesome at all. You're the kind of person that I like to call a creeper. Your conversation initiator usually goes something like this: "Wow! You're hot AND you like wrestling? You're the perfect woman!" (I know that a lot of my fellow wrestling fans of the female variety know this line all too well.) This may be a conversation initiator for you, sir, but for me, that's a relationship terminator. Any chance that you may have had at being on good terms with me is over, as in done, as in never going to happen, as in those three sentences that you so stupidly spewed at me counted as your three strikes, and buddy, you're out.

Tips:
-Most restaurants have some sort of happy hour type thing. This is the best time to try something new. Say you're at Sonic and you see a new drink that you'd like to try, but it's kind of pricey and you're not sure if you'll even like it. Sonic has happy hour everyday from 2pm until 4pm, during which you can get that drink you want, at half-price. ("Includes Soft Drinks, Iced Teas, Slushes, [excluding CreamSlush® Treats] and Limeades only. Flavors and fruit may cost extra. Combos and Wacky Pack® Meals excluded," as per the Sonic website.)

-Wearing eyeliner during the summertime is never a good idea. Instead, use eyeshadow in whatever shade your eyeliner is and apply it with a flat, angled brush. Using eyeshadow as eyeliner is probably the best trick I discovered this year. Sure, it may fade, but re-applying it once a day sure beats the hell out of having eyeliner all over your face.

-Don't watch If You Really Knew Me. Yes, I know I wrote a blog using that format, but ignore that for right now. I watch it because it's become a tradition for me to watch the shittiest reality shows on television. Every week, there's someone on there who's a walking contradiction, more so than your average high school student. This may be why they're a spotlighted participant, but it aggravates me to sit there and watch a pregnant 15 year old girl say that she doesn't understand why people call her a slut. Child, look at yourself. Being 15 and pregnant isn't going to help you try to convince people that you're not what they say you are. Don't watch this show. You will get so pissed at the things that those kids say, you'll probably want to punch your television, and we don't want that, do we?

Life:
-I've made mistakes. I'll make more, I'm sure of it. I've done things to and for people that I really wish I would've thought twice about. There are some people that I wish I had judged more accurately the first time around, instead of learning the hard way who they really are. I try not to live in the past, but sometimes, it's difficult for me not to think about how things would be different, had I not done this, or had I not done that. I'm currently in the process of ridding my life of those who bring me down or could bring me down in the future and I'm burning bridges that I don't want to, but need to.

-My older sister has become the focus of a lot of my hate lately. I never thought the day would come when I hate, and I mean that word in the most hostile way possible, my best friend. She and her fiancé were planning their wedding for April of next year. She asked me to be her maid of honor. We went dress shopping and all that good stuff. They put deposits down on the venue and all of things that come along with it. Instead of asking our little sister to be a bridesmaid, she asked this girl we went to high school with. This girl, who had accused her of trying to sleep with her (the girl's) boyfriend. When I asked her why she didn't ask our little sister, she said "She's too tall." Granted, little sister isn't so little. She's 12 years old and she's already 5'9", but what kind of reasoning is that? She can't help that she's tall. (She has to be tall, have you seen the size of her head? That thing's huge. She needs to grow into it. Okay...that was kind of mean of me, but seriously, her head is huge.) So, that had pissed me off enough. I don't want for my little sister to feel left out, especially during something like this. Then, they decided that they were going to Hawaii in December to get married. Why? Get ready for another one of my sister's atrocious reasons. Because mom and dad said they wouldn't help with the wedding costs, that's why. Never, ever, EVER have my parents said they would help. They paid $12 for their marriage license, got married in their pastor's backyard, and went to Burger King for their Wedding Day dinner. They've always said that because no one helped with their wedding, they wouldn't help with any of ours'. I'm fine with this. People spend thousands and thousands of dollars on their weddings, then get divorced before too long. My parents have been married for 21 years, and trust me, there are so many more to come. $12 and 21+ years sounds like the better deal. So, anyway, my sister's mad because our parents won't help, even though we've known for years that they wouldn't. She called our mom and told her that they were getting married in Hawaii, that we could come if we could afford it, and that if we couldn't, we'd be caring for their dog while they were away. In one phone call, she managed to break my mother's heart, remind her that we couldn't afford to be there, and tell her that we'll have to put up with her untrained dog for 2 weeks. I don't understand how you can do something like that to your own mother. You're her first child, not to mention the first to get married, divorced, and engaged to someone else within 4 months. (High five for being a smartass?) Seriously, though. If she gets married in December, that'll be her 2nd marriage this year. She thinks that it's okay to just go and get married, and not even have her family there. I don't understand it at all. I've never looked at her and said "I want to be like her someday." At the same time, I've never looked at her and said "I don't ever want to be anything like her." Until all of this happened. Now, I can't stand her. Yeah, she's my sister, and I SHOULD like her, but I don't. I hate her, and if she does go to Hawaii and have the wedding, then I'll hate her even more. I don't want to be like her. I watch her bring all these guys home once, then we never see them again. I hear her tell everyone how much she just loves every guy that she brings home. I also see how much it bothers our younger siblings. I've never brought a guy home, because I'm terrified that if I do, my little brother and little sister will hate me like they hate her. They pretend that she doesn't even exist anymore. They don't talk about her, they don't ask about her, they don't care about her. Who can blame them? She's brought someone different home for everything: our birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. and it ruins our day, then we never see those guys again. It's a never-ending cycle with her. I know that she and her current flame aren't going to last, and I think she knows, too, which is probably why she moved the wedding up to December.

-I start college on Monday. Well, my online class is on Monday. I don't have to actually go to a class until Tuesday. Those of you know have known me for a while, know how much of a struggle that Tuesday will be. New people, new places? No, thanks. I know that I'm not going to be able sleep Monday night. I'll probably have an anxiety attack on Tuesday. I'm not good with people that I know, much less strangers. I'm going to try, though. This is my fresh start. This is the one chance that I get to make a first impression on these people. This is my chance to be something other than the pretty girl who's too socially handicapped to even speak to someone. I don't know how I'm going to do it. Any advice on how to not suck at conversing, making new friends/meeting new people, or any other potentially terrifying situations that I may encounter is greatly appreciated.

Stay Gold.


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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Umm. Okay.

I RARELY ask my parents for money. And by "RARELY," I mean MAYBE once a month, and it's never for more than $30. Granted, they make my car payment, but hey, they did that to themselves. So, tonight, when I asked my mom if I could borrow $500, I was expecting a few questions and an actual conversation, but instead, I got the usual You're-lazy-and-don't-give-a-damn speech...with an added bonus! Here is what she said, paraphrased and summarized, of course, because there was soooo much said:

"Can I borrow some money?" (This is where I messed up. I should've started by telling her that I got my old job back. But anyway.) "Ha. That'll happen." <-Note: Sarcasm. "Please?" This is where she'd usually say yes and ask how much, by the way. "No. I'm sick of supporting you. You're 18. Get a fucking job. Stand on your own two feet. I'm not taking care of anyone anymore."

This coming from the woman who still supports her 45 year old sister, who she claims to dislike, & her family and my older sister, who is almost 21, has a job, has a fiance & a place to live, and only has two bills to pay. Mind you, my mom says that she's "sick of supporting people" and that she's "not doing it anymore" at least twice a week. Between my brother's and my sister's sports and other activities, my parents spend about a grand a month on each of them. All they do for me is pay my car payment and insurance, which totals $350. My older sister has spending problems. I used to say "Kristina, you don't need that. Oh, put that back. What are you gonna do with it?" Then, I stopped caring. She can spend whatever the hell she likes, and I'll be damned if my mom doesn't help her out of debt every single time. My dad has a Mustang sitting in the garage, that he's fixing up. Where do you think the money for that comes from? Mom. He spends upwards of a grand a week on that car. Then came the added bonus!

She says, "And I'm gonna tell you something. Are you ready for this one?" I was already extremely annoyed at this point. "Yeah, why not?!" "I have cancer." I don't know why the fuck she decided to bring this up during an argument, but she did. She really did. So, I did that thing, where you look at someone who's not making sense and you kinda stare for a second, then you tilt your head a little, with a confused look on your face. Then I left.

I guess my point is this: From her, $500 isn't much to ask for, especially since I don't really ask for much. Why she went into instant bitch mode and started talking about cancer, I don't know. That was pretty much all I wanted to share with you. Oh, and I am determined, so I will be asking my dad tomorrow. Just so you know.

Stay Gold.


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Saturday, August 14, 2010

STUFF FOR SALE!

I need money. Other people have money. I have things that they can have for money. Here's a list of those things:

Wrestling Autographs
[Add $4.95 to the following items, for Shipping & Handling.]
$30-Randy Orton 8x10 (w/COA)
$15-Tomko 8x10
$25-Kurt Angle 8x10
$20-Samoa Joe 8x10 (w/COA)
$20-AJ Styles 8x10 (w/COA)
$20-Chris Daniels 8x10 (w/COA)
$20-Eric Young (Long Sleeve TNA Shirt)
$50-Yuji Nagata (On embossed NJPW cardstock.)

[Shipping & Handling on the following items are free.]
$10-CM Punk 3x5
$20-Bryan Danielson/Daniel Bryan & D'Lo Brown (ROH Supercard of Honor IV Ticket)
$25-Bryan Danielson/Daniel Bryan, D'Lo Brown, and El Generico (ROH Supercard of Honor IV Ticket)
$10-Konnan, Shark Boy, and Sonjay Dutt (TNA Ticket)

Other Wrestling Stuff
$40 [S&H will be calculated specifically for the buyer.]-TNA Slammiversary 2007 plaque (Autographed by Frank Wycheck)
$35 [S&H will be calculated specifically for the buyer.]-NJPW Wrestle Kingdom II program
$10 [+$4.95 for S&H]-WWE SummerSlam 2000 VHS tape

If you're interested in any of the listed items, you can leave a comment below, message me here, or email me at letitgo315@yahoo.com and let me know. Prices are negotiable and I am willing to trade for any printed or recorded material, if you have some cool shit. XD

I'll be adding more things (books, clothes, shoes, etc.) soon. :)

Stay Gold.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

LuchaDoll Let The Dogs Out.

My dear Sunny shared this link with me and I thought it was hilarious, so I thought I'd share it with you and also share some of the facts that it generated about me. :)

LuchaDoll doesn't believe in Germany.

LuchaDoll doesn't see dead people. She makes people dead.

There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of animals LuchaDoll allows to live.

LuchaDoll got her drivers license at the age of 16. Seconds.

He, who laughs last, laughs best. He who laughs at LuchaDoll dies.

LuchaDoll doesn't chew gum. LuchaDoll chews tin foil.

People created the automobile to escape from LuchaDoll...Not to be outdone, LuchaDoll created the automobile accident.

When God said, "Let there be light", LuchaDoll said, "Say please."

There are no such things as tornados. LuchaDoll just hates trailer parks.

What was going through the minds of all of LuchaDoll's victims before they died? Her shoe.

There is no such thing as global warming. LuchaDoll was cold, so she turned the sun up.

LuchaDoll does not hunt because the word hunting implies the possibility of failure. LuchaDoll goes killing.

LuchaDoll always knows the EXACT location of Carmen SanDiego.


All right, I'm done. lol


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