A truer truth was never spoken.

I’m sure a few people come to mind when you read this quote.

Sweetheart, you spread rumors as fast as you spread your legs. If you ran as much as you run your mouth you would be in great shape!

I know a couple people who apply, but its something that I have come to accept about them.

Just keep my name out of your mouth honey, and we’ll be fine.

P.S. Is truer even a word? No? It is now.


Tone Deaf Much?

I have known for years now that I am one of THE most tone deaf people on this planet.
Like, for serious, no joke.

I don’t know if everyone did this when they were younger, but my sister, our best friend and I used to play this singing game. What we would do is, one person would put on head phones and a song of their choice, and would have to sing the song without hearing what they sounded like.
Basically the other two just had to laugh.

For my sister and our friend, it was uber fun. They were good singers, so really, it was just me that got laughed at.

That didn’t bother me. By then I had totally embraced my tone deafness.

The one thing I never realized (until I stumbled upon this little piece of typography) is that I can use my tone deafness to help get a better outlook on life.

There is no problem too big for my tone deafness to conquer.

Next time you have a problem to deal with, just sing.
If you’re anywhere as bad as I am, you’ll feel better for sure.

Emotional Train Wreck

Things have been amazingly horrible the past 2 weeks.

Problems with the apartment (mold, dampness, rats, no ventilation)

Problems with people (drama, drama, drama)

Problems with school (stress, stress, stress)

Yesterday I though everything was going to turn around. I bought my new Ipod Nano Touch, worked out for an hour and half with my roomie Tora, found out our apartment will be fixed by this weekend and basically just had an unstressful day. Until 11:31 p.m.

That’s when my external hard drive took a death plunge right off our living room table. It might not sound like a lot, but we are talking about my electronic life here people (not to mention the hard drive cost me 200 buckaroos). My music, my pictures, my movies, my shows, my programs, my school work. I’m studying computer technology, of course all my shit is on it, or I should say was on it, cause now its gone. My poor baby is broken, and there is no guarantee it can be fixed. After the big fall, I sat in shock for about 2 min before I just started crying. I’m not talking about gut wrenching sobs, just a steady flow of tears to mourn the death of my electronic life.

I need to get out of this bad luck funk, or else I’m pretty sure it will be the death of me.


Some people make the world special just by being in it.

These people make my world special every day since I’ve met them.

I love them all dearly (all for different reasons), and I’m happy to say they are in my life.

If you don’t know these people, be jealous. Very jealous. These are people that mean something.


 The daddy:
I’m a complete and total daddy’s girl. He’s the best man I know. Even when me makes me mad he can make smile, and that takes  a lot. I love him more than anything, even with his disastrous style. Hehe.


The  mommy
I’m a total mommy’s girl too. She’s strict, stubborn and it’s her way or the highway, but I love her for it. She doesn’t like my lip ring or that I dye my hair, but she accepts me as I am and loves me more than life. Can’t argue with that. I love her more than words.




The sister:
Our fights are almost always World War III, but underneath it all we really love each other. She’s my teacher, my shrink, my personal press agent and my defense attorney. She’s an awesome sister.
No we are not twins. Not even close.



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The niece and nephews:
The cutest kids in the universe. They are hyper and crazy and love attention. I love getting the phone call when they ask me to come visit, and the when I get there the first thing they say is “Hi, do you remember who I am?” hehe. Like I could forget them.



My skank-betch:
The best of the best of friends. She’s a bitch and she knows it. I love that about her. She tells you how it is, not how you want it to be. I’ve known her since I was a little kid and there’s never a dull moment when we are together. By far the best friend anyone could have ever!




My double:
We are essentially the same person, or as close to that as possible. We think the same, react the same, talk the same, love the same things. She tells me when I’m being a bitch, and I can tell her too. Not ocean could keep us apart as long as we have AIM to text on. I love her more than I love pink!




 My piratehooker:
My hyperactive, spastic bestie. No matter if we are pulling all-nighters, drinking Monster like its going out of style, stealing ice cream from her sister, sneaking out or tp-ing people’s house, we are always having a blast. I swear over the years I have lost like 50 lbs just laughing with this girl. I love her dearly.


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My opposite
We are polar opposites, but that’s why we work. She’s shy, nice and conservative. I’m outgoing, kind of a bitch and will tell you what I think. We love each other anyways no matter what.



The roomies:
Living in Bergen wouldn’t be the same without these girls. They’ve seen me at my best and worst, and love me anyways. Couldn’t ask for better roomies!



My favorite person ever, my grandma. I miss her everyday, but we had a good run together. She was always on my side and made me feel special. I can’t put into words the impact she made on my life, but I hope that one day I can be even half the grandma that she was for me.


“If there is anything that we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves.”

–Carl Gustav Jung


Let me tell you a story…

Its the story of my life, and it goes a little something like this.

If something can go wrong, it will go wrong.
I ended up back in the hospital yesterday because of an infection where they operated.
People can go their whole lives without going to the hospital (besides when they’re born).
I’ve been there twice in a week and a half.

Don’t worry there’s a follow-up story.

Some people are so fond of bad luck they run half way to meet it.
I don’t run to meet it,and I’m definitely not fond of it.
It tends to jump in my path while I’m running.
Either way, I have lots and lots of bad luck. I’m even willing to share.

And now for the conclusion.

The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
I’m waiting for the change.
I’ve had so much bad luck lately, that the smallest thing that goes right will feel like the most amazing thing in the world.
I can’t wait for that moment.