Slanted Comedy

Went to the SJ Improv last night for 'Slanted Comedy--Filipino Night.' I made that title up. But 80% of the people in there looked like they could be my cousin and the jokes were centered around Filipino culture, so it seems right to assume it was Filipino night. Anyway, I loved it! I've always admired the ability 0f comedians to deliver such inappropriate and crude jokes. After 8+ comics, I only heard variations of jokes on racism--asian people/white people suck, dicks--i had sex with my girl/she loves that shit, and homos--no homo/but hella homo, BUT it never seemed to get old. Lul'z and lmao'z all day, son. Note to self: Start going to more comedy shows. 

Ali Wong - She was one of the performers I watched last night. She tends to falter a bit with weak/one line jokes, but when she gets it she gets it. Vulgarity<3!

A couple of my faaav Dane Cook pieces from 'A Vicious Circle.' The man is a genius. 

"Crying"

"Atheist Sneeze"

You're like a tree in Summer, SHADY!

Shady. Fuckin' Shady. Hella fuckin' Shady. 

It makes me sad to say it, but I'm getting really bored with the situation. I don't think familiarity is enough to last me through the year. I'm tired of the routine, I want-need something NEW! And its making me feel hella fuckin' shady. 

uno.

Brooklyn, We Go Hard

I finished my MMW essay last night/morning. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but only momentarily. I'll attempt to enjoy the next couple of days before I move into the library for finals. 

Last night i slept for like 10.5 hours, it was amazing. 

WINTER BREAK COME NOWWWWW!

uno.

Because I don't want to write my essay

Yes, I'm distracting myself from writing my MMW essay.

Anyway, I'm still home for Thanksgiving break, flying home tomorrow morning. And as I sit here distracted as hell, I'm replaying the events of these last couple days and I can't help but look stupid and smile to myself. 

I love my family! Thanksgiving day was pretty much a drunken night--late afternoon party with the cousins. There just happened to be turkey, ham, and mashed potatoes present. I, and the rest of my cousins, were out by no later than 930pm, it was pretty ridiculous. 

My Favorite Favorites. 

Anjo, Shaun, Me, BJ, CJ, Kas, Julianne

I love my girls! So I finally decided not to be flakey and showed up to a GB's girls day, a decision I surely wouldn't regret. Started off slow with everybody LAGGIN' in getting to Alex's but we all got there nonetheless. Johnny Rockets for some dinnertime laughs. Christmas in the Park for fun ass rides and random pictures. Delta Upsilon for a tour of a legit as Frat house and pregaming. Driving up and down streets attempting to find an open liquor store and FAILING. Amer's friends party--too many cups of beer, dancing, people thinking i was my sister. Downtown to pick up Amberular's friend, popping a squat in someones driveway, and getting yelled at by a lady in a robe. Parking lot pimpin' at Giza for about 15 minutes. Drive home. Doesn't sound like much fun but, let me repeat myself, I love my girls!!!!

Gb Girls!

Me, Vanessa, Michaela, Liz, Alex, Lucy, Chalesea, Marbeya, Flora

I don't get homesick much, but the seeing how much fun I had these last couple days might make me really start to miss this place a little more. I go back to La Jolla tomorrow morning at like 8am. I'm dreading it, mostly because of my paper and Finals, and shit just sucks there in general. So fuck! Can't wait to come back home in 2 weeks! :D

uno.

Drained.

Cramming 5 weeks of learning in a night + no sleep = DEATH.

One more midterm to gooo. 

NBA basketball starts today!

World Series delayed, again. Rays FTW!

I need to learn to have fewer expectations, its fking me up.

SB on Friday, let's get this doneeeee. 

uno. 

Quit ya Cryin'

We're all pretty much over all the drama-filled events of these past couple days, BUT it did make me start thinking about how all this 'drama' seems to find such an outwardly happy group of friends. So I've come to the conclusion that people create their own drama. I, You, We create d-r-a-m-a!

Things to avoid:

*Asking questions, looking for a specific answer

-Leads to lies, which leads to disappointment. Keep it to yourself unless you want real answers. 

*Expecting too much, being needy.

-Back off. These people are your "friends," not your bitches. Expecting they'll be there at your every whim is retarded. Take what they give and be grateful!

*Assuming people realize how annoying they are

-They don't know. You'll only get more annoyed as they continue to and more frequently partake in their annoying habits. Eventually MOST of the things they do/say or even just being in their presence will annoy you, nip it, just say something! (Try 'sarcastically' picking at it first though)

*Not thinking you're annoying

-You talk about all your other friends but for some reason you feel as though you're elite. Noooothing is wrong with you, you're on the cool side! Get over yourself, you are not God. 

*Drinking too much and being an ass!

-You say all the things you know you're going to forget and in the morning regret. Alcohol intensifies every feeling you have in your sober mind, the most miniscule problem is now life or death. And for some reason those 'intense' feelings you have MUST be expressed in the most idiotic fashion possible. Pace yourself, TRY not to be an ass, I know its difficult. 

This isn't directed toward any of my friends. Actually, I'm pretty sure i've done all these things and this is just me lecturing myself for regretful actions. But eh, it's whatev's makes life more interesting right? 

uno. 

Happy Berfday Sean!

I love you for your vulgarity, childish ways, and womanly appearance. And to think around this time last year I didn't give a shit that it was your birthday! Now you's my momma. Happy Birthday Momma Sean! Haha. <3

I had my first IM game last night and it was definitely apparent that I really haven't played in 2 years. I'm a loser and have no friends so I was in the free agent pool, which is made up of players that other teams just pick up and put on theirs, but we had enough girls that we became Free Agents--the team. 6 players, all under 5'5. Holla. Before the games started we all agreed that we were out of shape and hadn't picked up a ball since HS. Liars, they weren't out of shape at--fucking--all, nor did they lose their shots like they reassured me the had, granted I was the only 2nd year on the team and HS wasn't that long ago for them. But whatevs I can't complain about my team being good. Oh and if it sounds as though I'm implying I didn't play well, I'm not, I played well, if you paid close attention and got to see me before I huffed and puffed for a sub. Nothing has changed since HS. We ended up slaughtering this tall white girl team and getting a dose of our own medicine in getting waxed by some sharp shooting asian squad. Though, we did come close to winning in the second game by 'cheating,' but that def. would not have been a satisfying win. We 2-2!

I got me them butterflies in my stomach, daily. It's super nice, we'll see where this one goes. 

uno. 

Another Shot.

I tried to become a "Blogger" a little less than a year ago and it's pretty evident that it didn't work out. But let's give it another shot. 

Having my own room this year is so dope. As if I haven't had this luxury the past 19 years at home, but it's just that much more special here. Pretty lame for now, but I'm sure it'll become more 'lived-in' as the year goes on. 

This be my room. 

The occupants of EHS 411.

Kristin, Paulina, Me, Angel.

This year definitely hasn't started off slow. Making memories then having to be reminded of them the next day seems to be a common theme, but even without the drunken nights, this year has the makings to be pretty legit. 

Uno.