27 May, 2009

exam week.

Hiya girlies,

Quick update from moi, letting you know that I’m all good. Expect daily posts come next Monday ‘cause


Just have to make it through my FINAL Espanol 2 exam tomorrow morning and I’ll be peacing out from la escuela.
Seems like it went by super quick, now that I think about it.

But, I’ll leave you with this:0527091220 emgurt’s making a comeback.

love you all♥

11 May, 2009

your eggo’s preggo.

Right now, I imagine all of you lovely readers glaring at me for my lack of posting (last time was April?!) and wondering what the excuse is this time…

Yes, I’m pregnant.

Haha, no. Just kidding. But, I have been making my future children at Make Me Baby. Yeahhh, I know, it’s a lame, but really, I’ve discovered the David Beckham will never be my baby’s daddy. But between Fork Boy and Fritz, Fritz totally wins out. Makes me sad.

All of this stems from my friend’s SICK mind! She took a picture of Fork Boy and me and made our little “Edward”.
God, what an ugly child.
And I told her that, which she came back with, “Well, fine! If you don’t like that baby, make one with Cheesy French Fries.” (Read Fritz there.)

I accepted my challenge and bam!babywb20090509024034bphcg4n29u889nmt2jtslfcob0_yes, she does have a turban on her head.
(& if you think hannah marie is not cute,
compare her to Fork Boy’s baby…. she wins.)

Which got me to thinking about ole dear Fritzy pants. 
And how we always used laugh and to talk on the phone.
Now, we just text.
I miss him a lot, to be honest.

But we text each other almost every day… that’s not healthy. Really. Not. At. All. But he makes me happy.

Seriously, I can not stop laughing when we “talk”. I get that happy warm feeling inside, which is not good ‘cause I’ve gone down this road before. Look how that turned out.

And what about Fork Boy? I thought I liked him. But when ever Fritz is mentioned, Fork Boy… well, he can go kick rocks compared to Fritz.

Which got me to thinking some more… would I ever… I dunno, go out with Fritz again? We’re definitely hanging out this summer (me+him at the Warped Tour) but I don’t know what that’ll lead to. More of, what do I want it to lead to? Can we make it work again? Should we even try? I know when I talk to him I get the feeling that’s what he wants but I never know. Am I being too self-centered? Has he forgiven me after all that I did to him? Was I really to blame? Did I really end it all with that decision or was it him?

UGGG! I don’t even know anymore. I refuse to think about it until after school’s out.

Now, for some photos.

012 scallops with the madre.

018nummy sausage shrimp.

181the madre’s steak taco bowl.

180   my spinach-black bean burrito.

262 eggplant parmesan panini!

oh, and for your viewing pleasure:

046 082 069 072 101 171118 241 369231 367 110115 142 350238   199211303 269 290 308    I think I’ve bored you guys enough with that.

Anyways, I had the greatest Saturday night of all time. Why?

Because of the CARNIVAL! Yes, I’m officially a carnie now, hahaha! It was so much fun. Picture a 6x6 inch piece of fried dough with a centimeter of powered sugar, next to a spinny, scrambler ride, a stuffed fish/ornament, and a frozen Red Bull concoction.

I know, it sounds like the bomb.
’Cause it waaaas!

I watched Juno this past weekend too, so I’m even happier.

And today was pretty bomb diggity too! Except for a few lame parts, including one where this guy in my Humanities class asked me if I was smashed at the Carnival ‘cause apparently there’s a rumor going around about my ‘activities’ at said carnie.
Yay! /sarcasm
Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I wasn’t. I have a low tolerance for sugar/caffeine, so yeah, when you give me a frozen energy drink and a cookie, I appear as if I hit the piss. (Tina, that’s for you! Fritz told me it was an Aussie term he used back when he was home in Perth, so if you aren’t familiar with it, blame him!)

At lunch, Fork Boy sat at my table.
I freaked, to be honest.
Even in light of my revelations about Fritzy, I was freaked.
I was scared shitless.

I probably wouldn’t have been half so scared if he and his little groupies weren’t listening to every single flippin’ word my lunch buddy and I were saying. I was trying to divulge the rumors going around (#1, see above) and all I could do was try and spell it out on the table with no words. All I got across was “B” and all I got back was “The…. lis..nin” which I assumed was “The butt holes over yonder on the other side of the table are listening”.
Way to ruin our secret telling session.

Boys are butt faces.

Sorry for the lack of updating and commenting. I swear on the very soul of all that is sacred in my world (basically, emgurt) that I’ll get to commentin’. Expect deep, meaningful notes.

Mucho amor, mis chicas.
♥ Hooroo. :)