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ALWAYS REMEMBER: You don't need any confirmation from anyone except that chick in the mirror.

Follow you heart. It'll lead you to good places.

I owe it all to you

Note to self: STOP SLEEPING SO LATE. It's like I'm purposely aiming for black under-eye circles and puffy eyelids. Not to mention that groggy feverish feeling that lasts the entire day. I'm so ridiculous when it comes to a normal sleeping pattern.. I must be under the impression that I'm a vampire and that I do not require sleep. Clearly.

I had somewhat of a rattling day at work. You would've thought that after I quit working at Cactus Club that I'd stop running into creeps. Wrong! Apparently they're some kind of disgusting breed that just happen to linger in all sorts of different places. It's actually been every weekend now that a guy at the bar sits down and starts asking me all these weird questions. "Where do you live?" "Are you 19 yet?" "What does your father do?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" What the fuck!! Today totally pushed it to an entire level though.. This guy comes in and sits up at the bar while I'm rolling cutlery, he seems normal, friendly at first. Then after a few sleeves of beer, he starts making references to my hair, my body parts and his body parts. I told my manager about it while I was cashing out, and she was so freaking sweet.. Like I'm so touched by her concern and her view of the matter. She told me that I don't get paid enough to be treated like that, and next time I should stand up for myself and she is willing pay for the repercussions. How sweet is that? I have a new found respect and love for my manager.. She was telling me how she used to work at a bar and she'd tell customers, "Touch my ass one more time, I will punch you in the face."


Anyways.. in the end, the guy was a legit craycray and my manager had to come out to talk to him anyway because he was disturbing customers and eyeing the table my friend's were sitting at. Thank God my friends were there to take me home.. otherwise I would've shit my pants leaving..

In other news I am so ready to get the hell out of Vancouver and go someplace that will really change my life (Mexico doesn't count). My heart is set on France, and when I say France, I mean Paris. Although I'd be just as down to go to Toulouse (umm Nestle chocolate factory, what's good?) or even Nimes because I'd love to be in a city that has good weather all year round. I swear I'm in it beyond the novelty factor.. I wanna know what it's like to really take care of myself (even though I'm planning on going with Nicolle, and y'all know she's RNWT material) and just to be open to absorb a whole new culture. It's not like the difference between here and America. Europe's an entirely different planet. I want to break free from the utopia that my family and friends have created for me here (don't get me wrong, I'm eternally grateful for their unconditional love and support).. I'm constantly needing to remind myself of just how spoiled I am here--emotionally and physically. An exchange is definitely something I'd like to achieve within the next year. *determined to get the fuck out of here* !!

With all advertisement on where to be on NYE, I can hardly believe this year is coming to an end.. I can hardly remember all the bigger and better moments of this year. I just know that this year has had its ups and downs.. but when considering where I am at this moment, I wouldn't have changed any of it.

IT'S 5:34AM....... FUCK WHAT I SAID AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS POST......

Goodnight, xoxo!

baby if it's love, I wanna fall.

I'm on the pursuit of happiness

swoon
smile
soft wrists
pretty lips and long eyelashes
hot air
dawn
sweetie pie
call me?
tuesday
shy smile
mints
pat pat
goodnight
happy

"Asian kiss?" - Glee

Sisterly

A Thank You note

I'm the type of person who is easily moved. I cried at the Hummel wedding in Glee, I get attached to fictional characters, I get sad beyond reasons about subjects that don't come up in normal dinner conversation. It wouldn't be wrong to say that I do blow some things out of porportion [#kanyeshrug].. And to my chagrin, I have the annoying knack of wearing my heart on my sleeve.

I don't know why I'm so upset, I think if anything though, I'm more really angry. In short, a teacher at my high school was recently arrested for "sexual harrassment". It makes sense that word has been passed around to my high school alumni, but having students misconstrue the facts (or in this case, lack thereof) is another thing. I'm relating back to one of my theories that I've come up with on how some people are so despicable.. (mostly derrived from my experience in the restaurant industry/people to people encounters).

It sounds extremely naive, but sometimes it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that not everyone has a good heart. Not everyone thinks before they say something, do something, or type it up on Facebook for the whole world to see. Not everyone has common courtesy, some people have no courtesy at all. Not everyone remembers that you are human being, and not what your job description says you are.

Anyways, what happened was that someone on Facebook had deemed this teacher a "rapist" when I'm sure everyone has seen the article and it didn't say anything about raping or even disclosing the sex of the victim. Being honest, I didn't look too much into what that person said, except for slightly shaking my head in disapproval because how is this funny mislabelling someone a rapist.. And this is someone who was part of our educational community. Teachers really put themselves out there.

However, my girlfriend DID say something about it. She commented on said person's status, wrote an entire paragraph explaining how it's sad to see people laughing at the expense of someone else's misery. And how falsely accusing someone of being a rapist just further discredits their reputation, which is exactly what all this publicity has done. This teacher has not only lost their job, but their reputation has been shot to pieces. An individual commented on what my girlfriend had said, as a counter argument. Ugh.. between you and I, I fucking hate this guy. He's disgusting and legit makes me want to punch him in the face. He said something along the lines of "He already ruined his reputation by doing what he did. Just because you love [teacher's name] doesn't make what you said right. If you can't accept that then you are SAD. Yada yada yada.. I have nothing substantial to say because I'm a flaming moron." I'm not being bias (maybe a tad).. he is a fucking moron.. and also a bigot for that matter. And guess what his profile picture is on Facebook? A blurry, pixilated, cropped headshot of the accused teacher. I'm going to go ahead and say that he's too hideous to put his real picture on Facebook anyway..

As my endnote, I've been kind of off lately with everything that's been going on in my life. I've been spending a lot of time with my family, pushing out a lot of my friends. I've been contemplating whether or not I've changed drastically from the person I was only a year ago, or if I'm just freaking myself out. AS MY ENDNOTE, I'd like to say I'm glad that assholes and jerkoffs exist in this universe, otherwise I'd lose sight of what kind of person I aim not to be. And as these individuals exude some of the characteristics that I hate the most in humanity, they remind me of my values and my morals. I'd like to thank them for never losing sight of the small small world they live in..

here's a toast for the douchebags. *kisses*

She said looks kill and I'm tryna make a killin'

Boy Wonder is finally upping his game. Yay, Boy Wonder!


I have been hibernating for the last week. Hauled up in my bedroom, laptop at my fingertips, hair in disarray, and an endless supply of hot green tea. I have occasionally gone upstairs for my feeding, but have yet to finish my term paper. UGHHhhh..!!! It's the understatement of the year to say that I have poor management skills. And that's just a nice way of saying that I'm a procrastinator.

Aside from pretending to do homework, I have made a lovely countdown for Mexico and have tacked it up onto my fridge for the world to gaze in awe:


Women definitely have a God-given instinct. It's called a women's intuition, or 'the gut feeling'. USE IT!!! It's telling you what's good.

At some point during almost every romantic comedy, the female lead suddenly trips and falls, stumbling helplessly over something ridiculous like a leaf, and then some Matthew McConaughey type either whips around the corner just in the nick of time to save her or is clumsily pulled down along with her. That event predictably leads to the magical moment of their first kiss. Please. I fall ALL the time. You know who comes and gets me? The bouncer.

-Chelsea Handler