swoon

four words: James Franco. General Hospital.
Cheesy at times, but wait till he starts the kissing and suddenly you'd give your right leg to be Maxi and have the horrid job to be on a soap opera and make out with JAMES FRANCO.




Best lines:
"More than a one night commitment makes be break out in a rash."
"Your pants are already halfway down your thighs."
**Le Sigh.

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Does humming make people happy or do happy people hum?

Sent from my iPhone

creating solitude in the 21st century

As someone who doesn't even have a remote control and who gives many people the impression I don't have cable, I have become my worst nightmare: an anti-social, smart phone obsessed girl.

In fact, I just figured out how to blog from my phone and have added a total of 5 applications since I acquired this beast less than 48 hours ago. The reprecussions to my social life are binary in nature and my new appendage is most certainly becoming life-changing.

Yesterday morning, in place of my usual Saturday workout, I sat on my couch for 4 hours giving my thumbs a workout uploading the phone with songs and all my contacts. Instead of actually speaking to anyone on the phone, with the advantage of a plan that has unlimting texting, I can now inhabit a world where face-to-face socialization is scarcely necessary. And when it is occuring, I can be socializing with scores of alternate people at the same time. What happens to monogamous friend-time in this new world?

Instead of enjoying downtime in a relaxing fashion, I can constanly be occupied with the thousands, if not millions is activities available to me through this phone. Bye bye to sitting down with a book. Paper versions are so antiquated. I can upload any book or newspaper on here and read it on my 3 by 2 inch sceen!

And if my real-life plans with friends fall through, and i'm left alone at home? Not alone! Virtually connected to everything with my phone.

And a possible loss of my device?(As many people are aware of my loser tendancies).

I'd most certainly shrivel up and die.

Sent from my iPhone (ie. 21st century crack)

lessons in spanish

Ola! As I have just returned from Mexico, I thought I'd share some lessons I learned while south of the border, indulging in some much needed relaxation, sun & lots of tequila.

1. Eat where the mexicans eat. It's the best food around. Hands down. Wherever the 'gringos' (ie. us white tourists) are, it's likely to have hamburgers on the menu. And hamburgers taste like shit in Mexico.
2. Apparently some men think that showing you pictures of their children will make you swoon over them and possible even make you horny(!?!) and want to hook up with them. This is completely untrue, and the need to run away intensifies after they tell you that their kid was concieved in Alaska. EW.
3. Chillin' in a cougar bar and watching the action go down can be one of the most entertaining activities ever. The barracudas can be a liablity, but once you let them know you're not interested, they will turn to the heavy scent of desperation coming from the rest of the bar patrons and be all over those ladies like a cat on tuna.
4. Happy hour is quite backwards and can get confusing pretty quickly. Instead of 2 for 1 it's 1 for 2 or 2 for 4 and 6 for 12 and before you know it you have a table of drinks in front of you and all you really know is you're probably only paying for half. But you're paying double the next day.
5. Garlic tastes really good when it's cooked. Almost like a baby potato. Easy to mistake the two, especially after a couple of salty dogs. The mistake is quickly revealed the next day, when 7 cloves of garlic emanating from your pores have people feeling from nostalgia for their local pizzaria back home.
6. When you're playing volleyball on the beach in Mexico, right around happy hour, no one wants to play with you when you start dictating rules and formation (hint hint Mr. Hardcore Califonia). Hitting the ball over the net and in the court in any way shape or form should be sufficient. Extra points for the more tequila you've had.
7. Salsa is the best invention ever. It's pretty much a food group unto itself, or it should be. You can eat it in a million ways and at every meal. Picante!
   

Hopefully the tequila still emanating through my veins will provide me with enough zen (sedation) as I re-adjust to reality. If not, it's only a plane ride away.