Alma-Latoy

07:48 pm: you've been selected
Right now I'm am at the +akland airport. In life I tendto lose anything that is not permanentley attached to my body. Therefore three weeks before I go on this trip I got my wallet stollen and all forms of identifaction except my passport. Last week I found out that I had officially lost my. Passport. So you can understand how this trip to the oakland airport going through security was especially pleasant. When I get to the check in/search area I was told by one of the women that I "had been selected" that means full body and stuff search. I told her that she probably shouldn't act like I was selected by publishers clearing house or some random place like I had won some money. No one wants that. Anyway I got on my plane. And am about to take off in the air.


P.s sorry about the spelling I'm on my blackberry

01:28 pm: coordination and complication

This whole situation is behind a cut because of the fact that its really long

I have realized that I am a flirt. I realize this and I except this. And I move on. But in my life I am having problems with the number one boy I love to flirt with, because i have a mad crush on him, and his emo moodiness is wanting me to stab myself in the eye with a hot pocker Conversation goes as follows

Day one: coordination Text message me (1:09 in the morning); Hey r u up?

                                         Text message him: Why? 

                                         Text message me: cause I think im locked out of my apartment 

                                         Text message him: Im lying in bed Text message me: Sorry to bother u 

                                         Text message him: No bother

                                         Text message me (15 minutes later) nevermind I found my keys

Innocent conversation right

 

 Next day he ignores me, the following day he ignores me until...

 Talking to co worker me: You are mean! emo boy: what did you say I'm mean! (righteous indignation) Me: I was talking to him Then we dont talk for two more days Next conversation is in the break room on christmas eve Me sitting their reading a book, him walking around me This is excerpt is from the middle of the conversation because the rest of the conversation was pretty mundane emo boy: (out of nowhere and in front of about five people) You are the most lustful person I know. All you care about is lust. You are all the sins combined into one Me: excuse me! HIm: You heard me. At this point my jaw dropes open and I am reminded that I am still at work, and the ping pong of eyes going back and forth to me and him is crazy. 5 minutes later we get to another argument about something really stupid, and I walk out Two days later he is asking me why do I hate him, and standing really close while im talking to a customer, staring me down in the aisles. And Im pretty upset,so of course I have been flirting with the entire male species at work just to piss him off. AKA the whole why do you hate me thing, then tells me we need to talk. All I know is that that was two days ago, and I havent talked to him since. Im going insane. I hate boys! And I do mean boys

( complication )

10:53 pm: Its official
So today is my first day of non-school. I really only have am onth of this estatic state, but I will live and be merry, or even merrier asthe case may be. I think my roommates love that I am not in the funk that is school. I actually talk them instead of stomp in my room and lock the door.

Tomorrow I go Christmas shopping. I am soooooooo Southern California, shopping solves all problems;
peace in the middle east, world hunger, homelessnes etc.

Im really happy, Ive been singing christmas songs all morning, whistleing about how its beginning to look a lot like christmas, and everyone knows how I hate cold weather, I was even cheerful walking to the bart station.

Im making al ist and checking it twice, but hopefully I will find someone who is naughty not nice. Ok I know Isound like a walking talking robotic santa, equipment inckuding one shiny nose and those damn reindeer, but I cant help it, its a sickness.

Ialso found the best present for my little cousin. Im very excited.

ALMA

05:11 pm: Black girls dont blush
I was talkig to Cassie about a boy, and she swears to god I was blushing. I think that is a lie.

But the boy and I had a really cute night. Talking cuddling and stuff. It was fun.

But hes really young, and im not inclined to date someone who cant get into a bar. Its one of my rules. But im liking him more and more. He doescute things, hes a sweet guy and he pisses me off. its a win win situation.

Except....well there are a lot of exceptions. A LOT.

Ill get over it,I know it.

Alma

10:52 pm: premature estaculation
one more final to go! ONE MORE FINAL TO GO WOOOHOOOO! I will no longer be miss antissocial bee, I have one more final to go. On monday! Im kickin ass. I wont be bitter or tired or destitute (ok I will still be destitute) But what Im going to do is go shopping, Christmas shopping, Alma shopping. Im going on the shopaholics trp of the century,

Im livin up Alma style, so after Monday beware people. Full force tornado speeds, no more sluggishly living my way through life because of stress, work and school. One of those will out of the lop until Jan17th. Im even going to pay for books and classes early so I dont have to think about it until the dayof school comes.

WOOOOOOOHOOOO one more final to go! yessssssssssssssss! Im secreting extatic jubilee all over my christmas thisyear. I have never so bad in my life wanted to be done with a semster of school. NEVER!

07:54 am: I am on the hunt. And most people would know what that means. I have new prospect and I am lurking.

P.S my new neighbors are this incredibly hott punk rock couple. I met this yesterday OhMan!

07:35 am: My last post was thirteen days ago
I found out at work Iamgetting a pay boost. Which just upped the ante that much more. I felt kind of bad when my boss told me that I was getting a raise, becauseI have been slacking majorly except for this last week. I also have taken on extra shifts in order to get my self out of the squalor of being broke desperate and hungry.

In the midst of typing this I justconvinced my little cousin that I am only 12 years old therefore cannot watch PG-13 movies.

I still have school I will get my paper back within the next week, and hopefully I will do better. And not fall flat on my face in quicksand in my way to trying to impress the teacher with my convictions.

On another note thedreaded wedding has finally come. So todaymy hair is done, im going to get my makeup done and I am on my way to this damn wedding that I dont want to go to at all, because my cousin hates me and I am not going to go takeout my piercings because she can kiss my ass.

I do love her though. And so that is why im goingto go to the wedding. And get shitfaced.

I havent been writing in the journal for a while, because I dont haveinternet at home, we have an intranet at work, and I am really really busy.

So I love you all. Piece out home skillets
Alma

10:56 am: Chinese Hegemony: The bi-product of a rapid economic development
That is the title of my paper. That is the only thing that I Have written down. 6 pages due Monday. I know it can be done. But I justm ight not be smart enough to do it. My goal is write three pages today. Next goal try to sporatically write the rest in between classes and work, party and school, bitches and hoes , and assholes, drunken and sober, clubs and t.v time.

I think I can do it. Oh wait I forgot I have a huge midi on wednesday, and start four more classes. I didnt really forget I just thought it sounded awesome. LIfe is going ot be hell, but I will stil make it out to see the people who I love, and who love me back.

06:17 pm: hapy birthday Jason Bayani
You are firmented cheese

03:26 pm: Rewind, recap, reiterate
Sothursday was a bust. Not only did I lose a good friend, but the guy that I was "stalking" (I use the term loosely)wasn't even where he was suppose to be.

I have decided that all my "friends" that would do shady shit to me are going to be cut out of my life. I dont need to worry about the next wayyou are going to stab me in the back, stand me up, or not have any regard for my feelings. Im tired of having to make excuses for the way people act. And im also tired of sticking up for people who are going to treat me like a dead dog on the freeway.

This person, who shall remain nameless, is and will not be a friend of mine any longer. Shit-list status, X-out. ANd Ihope thisperson alsorealize that her friend list is dwindling down to nothing. Iwaso ne of the last, and I'm sorry but asmuch asIcareforyour well-being, Im not a carpet, woodfloor, or shag rug,andIcannot be walked on any longer.
This is my decleration from now on. I think I deserve better in friendship. And Im leaving this declaration open maybe eventually this will get to the so called "friend" that I am talking about.