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Name: seranicole
Birthday: 12/19/1985
Gender: Female
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7/7/2004
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| It's weird to observe you, and see a little bit of myself in how I use to be that way. What worries me is that it's going to end up the same result. People never change. There's nothing I can do or say to sway what might happen next... we can only learn from our own experiences.
That's all I have to say about that.
Moving on...
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that I had went to Starbucks and ordered my usual grande Caramel Macchiato, sugar-free vanilla, with skim milk. The weird thing was, is that they didn't have sugar-free OR skim milk.. so I walked out pissed. As I was walking out this huge alien-like robot thing sucked me up into it's arm thing? Haha... and I thought I was being multilated..it was the most gross and horrible thing, and then I woke up inside my dream from a dream, and I wasn't ripped apart but I was still held captive.
So throughout my dream, I was being held captive by these weird alien people. And somehow I ended up in this other prison where my family could visit me, and they helped me escape... and I ended up being driven home by my mom. It was weird, lol. I then went to Starbucks again and got my Caramel Macchiato hahaha.. what a weird dream.
I can't help but feel it's significant in a way, telling me that I can't always get my "usual" like how I want maybe? Or how I'm still being held captive by a part of the past that I can't seem to release. I'm a lot happier nowadays, and perhaps I can escape from it somehow but learn from my experiences. I've learned a lot from these past few years... and although some relationships with some people didn't work out, friend or dating-wise... I still cherish them and will remember them.
Ah well!
Besides my dream, I'm doing okay this morning. I basically had 12 hours of sleep. I fell asleep around 10pm. I was so extremely tired AND still sick. I've had this cough for almost 3 weeks (ever since I got back from Florida and some of my Florida trip), and now I've got a stuffy/runny nose. Last night my head hurt sooo bad...man. I don't know. My condition just kept getting worse, regardless of any kind of medication I took. I hope it's just allergies. *cross fingers*
Well, I'm going to go get ready. Tonight is the RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE concert which I'm highly excited about!! Fuck yeah! ^_^
Alright loves, wish me health in that I don't get any worse from tonight.
SEE YA
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| If you have not seen Superbad yet, I advise you go do so.
This movie was so kickass hilarious I nearly lost my voice. I loved it, and not just because Jonah Hill was in it... but it was just ridiculous. Fogell, a.k.a. McLovin was awesome! He was the dorky kid who ended up being really freakin' cool. Haha.. p.s. penis drawings are cool. Apparently. :o
Anyhoo.. it's Saturday afternoon. I've got nothin'. It's cold and icky out. All I wanna do is play Sudoku. Perhaps I shall do some painting...
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| My fingers smell like onions.
I love raw onions so much though. ;_;
I start training at Starbucks next week. I'm excited to work at an actual one! YAY! And possibly with people I know, another yay! Also, summer school ends next week. Thank goodness.
Man, I hate putting my car in the shop. This is probably the second time this summer, my first being when I got into a car accident. UGH! This diagnostic was only supposed to take 2 hours on my car, and we dropped it off at 9 am this morning. IT's 3:33pm and the car is STILL not finished. They have terrible customer service, that AAMCO in Crystal Lake. Don't go there. They answer the phone like robots. I had to ask, "hello?" again just to make sure it was real, seriously.
Bah. Still smells like onions...
I really did wash my hands like 5 times. I brushed my teeth like 3 times. Onions just are way too strong, lmao! Why the hell am I talking about onions? Why do I love them so much? I don't know.
Okay. I'm gonna go SUPERBAD.
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| I can't help but feel like you're being biased. It's like only knowing one side of the street, not the other, and so you tell me to take that one side.... does that make any sense? I don't know. I feel a little sad because I have a feeling that we're not going to be as close as we were for the past two years during the school year... and it's partially because of this whole situation. I don't know what the other part is .. I guess in that we are totally two different people. I don't know what it is, but m'eh... I guess it's time to find some new kids to chill with at school.
A lot of people I used to hang with are all graduated. :( It's a little sad knowing that I won't see Nick and his little poofy hair walkin' around along with Fernando, Dan and Scot... haha calling me the number one stunna. ;P Whatever that means, lol. It's funny though. They some weird kids!
But yeah, now we're the seniors of the school. Lol. I gotta work extra hard this year. I'm going to! I need to stay concentrated and in control. I've had my room clean for almost the entirety of the summer so... yeah, I'm doing good so far. :)
*sigh* One other thing that's been bothering me lately, is... It's hard to try to reason with someone of the older generation. I never really realized until now how differently things were for them when they were younger, and how it *still* affects them to this day. My uncle made a big fuss about me having a few friends over (I only had like 3-4) during his dinner time, because he doesn't like when people are gawking at his food... because it's different than American food. And I kinda just realized why we only cook American food during our barbeques and such, because other people than ourselves are coming to eat it.
I'm sorry... but that's totally ridiculous. I'm proud to say that I eat my filipino dishes in front of everybody and anybody. Even if it looks gross, I still bring it to school. Even if it smells when I put it in the microwave. Lol. Who the hell cares? A lot of different cultures eat shit that doesn't look appealing to others, so why do we have to care about what people think? Yes, it can be annoying as hell, but they don't know how good it tastes... hahaha. And seriously, my friends are my friends because they don't question what I eat. They aren't those kind of people... and it's not like I invited them without his notice. I TOLD him what time and who was coming. He could've let me know but he DIDN'T. So, who's fault is that anyway? BAH.
So this is why I don't really have people over randomly (like little groups of people). Especially to come over and watch tv, because for one my family always complains that our tv is small or our house is messy...or whatever it is to keep my friends out. Plus, keep in mind that I don't live with just my mom and my brother. I live with my uncles and my aunt and their baby. It's their house too, so it's very hard for me to make you guys feel comfortable with being over... so yeah, if I say you can't come over, don't take it offensively. It's just a common respect that I have for my family members of the house. I guess I could have told Claire no to having people over but oh well... it won't happen next time. sorrys. *shrug*
Man, this is the longest I've wrote in a while... @_@
I need to go and rent this movie for class today... don't really feel like it. Beh! And it's bowling time tonight. It's going to be great.
Also, I had an interview at an actual Starbucks today. In my mind, it went well, but when Mindy had her interview she mentioned me having mine earlier today... and apparently the lady who interviewed me said I was quiet, which was weird because I was talkative the whole time. I hope being quiet isn't a bad thing... Bah! I'm scared, I really need this job.. :(
Alright, kiddos.. I'm off to run some errands and get some coffee with miss Brenden if she ever calls me back, lol.
Bye!
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| You want me to fucking get you more involved in my life, and yet all you DO is stalk me and my friends! What the bloody HELL!?
YOU MAKE ME SO SICK!
I turned into everything you never wanted in me. Fuck you.
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