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Green eyes, you're the one that I've wanted to find.

Oi. Probably no one is ever going to read this. I've lost all of you to blogs that make frequent, interesting updates. It's sad really.

But I'm happy to be writing this post. Because writing this post means that I am done with my Juniors exams. You know, the ones I've been totally stressed about and studying for since last Thursday. Five days of 6 exams a day. You wouldn't have blogged either. Writing this post also means that I am currently in the eye of the hurricane of friendship trouble I've had of late. Since I'm in the eye, more is to come, but we won't think of that right now. Also, at the moment I'm not being treated like one of the guys by my BF, which is irksome. I should have demanded more gifts at the onset of our relationship. Because I do not want to be treated like everyone else. Not by him. But I'll stop there, I'm quite parched and the heavy sighs just won't do.

I havn't found a satisfactory job yet, but I will soon. I'm sure of it. Well, I hope for it anyway. Tuesday is my first day at my new school (it's just a different campus). I've made some genuinely good friends out of a few of the girls at school. Others I've discarded like stinky socks.

{An anecdote, give them an anecdote}

One of my new buds from school, Andrea, had me cut her hair last week. She's super obsessive about her hair, and freaked out with every snip. I was done with the cut but she told me to angle it down from the face. So I did. Aaaannnd then she remembered she hates it when her hair is angled down from her face. So she hated it. Ok. I wanted to cry. I felt lousy. But at the same time, I'd done what she'd told me to do, and I'd done it quite well. So I hd mixed feelings. She gave me a hug and said not to worry, she'd get used to it and that I hadn't really doen anything wrong.

You sould know something about Andrea. She's Columbian. And she lives with her sister. And when they don't want people to know what they are saying, they say it in Spanish.

Last night, Kristy and I went over to Andrea's house to color her hair. We were setting up shop and her sister was standing there and said, "Andrea, you know you shouldn't mess with your hair, it's going to turn green."

And then Andrea said, "It's not going to turn green!"

And then her sister said, "You'll regret it anyway. And when you do, I don't want to hear you bitching about it...Like you were bitching about ho you hated your haircut the other day."

And then Andrea looked at me. And then Andrea said, to her sister, "La muchacha que cortó mi pelo."

And then her sister said, "myyyyy baaad."

And then I said, "You know I was going to move to Spain right?"

"Yeah."

Me again, "So you know I can speak Spanish right?"

Andrea, "No you can't!"

I looked at her for sec and she said, "So what did I just say?"

"You said, 'that's the girl that cut my hair.'"

The emotional turmoil I went through for cutting that girls hair: free.
The look on her face when I busted her out: priceless.

posted by Mana @ 20.8.04 2 comments
miércoles
Somebody touch me!

Amazing how quickly things change.

For instance, I walked into Wal Mart today smelling like Gradenias. 17 minutes later, I walked out, and just like that, I had a new smelly spray thing-a-ma-gig.

But seriously, I suddenly realized that I'm, like TWENTY. Not old. Not young. Not quite legal. Oh the joy!!! On the bittersweet side of things, I find myself with friends...and places to go...and things to do....and inevitable drama. But it's great. BF and I are in better shape than we've ever been. 'Cause I miss him. We aren't together 24/7 anymore. It's fantastic. Ad you wanna know what I'm doing tommorow night? Do ya, do ya, do ya? I'm going to a bonafide sleep over. 7 or 8 pretty ladies (plus the one girl that no one invited and who's kinda creepy).

On the subject, this past Friday I went to an eviction party for one of BF's friends. Thanks to Mister Bud Weiser, I had the kind of good time where you forget what you're supposed to do after you pee (wipe, but you knew that). Good thing BF remembered. But there was this one girl there, who was really nice. Too nice for me. She thought I was a lot more drunk than I was and she kept trying to get me to drink water and take meds and stuff. She was going nuts with it, like putting water in beer bottles and telling me it was vodka. Which begs the question: why would I want to drink a beer bottle full of vodka?

Anyway, what I find ever so slightly troublesome, but mostly fucking sweet, is the fact that I've never had a hang-over. I can hold alcohol like nobody's business. That night at the eviction party, I drank 15 full bottles of beer plus whatever I could find. Conservative estimates put me right at about 20, 21 bottles of beer in 2.5 hours. That seems like a pretty high number to me, but I dunno. Maybe that's because I'm not a big drinker? And with no effcts the next day whatsoever? C'mon, I've gotta be some kind of super hero...surely my parents aren't telling me something...like they found me inside a glowing green orb floating in Bacardi. Ha, yesss! But I GUESS it could just be that most of the fam has had a substance abuse problem. I'm sticking with the neon Bacardi though.

In other news, I went and got all 'don't talk to me about Jesus' on one of my classmates yesterday. See, I happened to look over at Krissy, who was getting water all over the place with a squirt bottle. I laughed and said "Jesus Christ Krissy! You're gettin water everywhere. hahaha"
Lisa, who was sitting across from make a yelping noise and said, "Don't say that!"
"Say what?"
"Jesus Christ. That's the fucking worst thing you can say." {And yes, that's a direct quote}
I could have shrugged it off.

But no.

Instead, I looked her in the face and with intensity than I'd meant to have said, "Jesus Christ is not my Lord and Savior, and I will say anything I want to say, including his name."

A hush fell over the class.

I realized how I must've looked and sounded.

I felt all the blood fall out of my face.

"You're the one goin to hell, not me," said Lisa after she recovered from her midwesterly Christian shock of hearing a pagan like me denounce Christ.

Perhaps.

I said "sorry if I offended you back then" sometime later. But I immediately regretted apologizing. True, I may have offended her sense of right and wrong. But she offended me by trying to censor what I can or cannot say. Even whn I was holier than thou back in the day, I thought that calling 'goddamn' or 'jesus christ' taking the lords name in vain was too literal a translation. But whatever. I'm the one going to hell, what do I know?