dessert!

gwhat!? work’s over? [:

baravettski:regardless:(via freesamuel)

i just sent my resume to them! eek!
fingers crossed! whether i get it or not,
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

the job sounds intense. FUN. but intense. i’m researching the cost of living and shit. but i need to email this NOW. i don’t want to ask too little and not be able to live, or too much and get overlooked.

i received this yesterday. and i replied to them. and then when i went to post, tumblr spazzed out. then i forgot about it. but i just remembered. so

they asked:
what are you afraid of?
what makes you blush furiously?
what will always make you smile?

i’ll answer:
i’m afraid of spiders. and feet. and the dark. but only bc i’m afraid spiders are crawling towards me. i’m afraid i’m supposed to be doing something bigger. i’m afraid that i’ll never make my pop proud. i’m afraid i’m defective. i’m afraid i’m not enough. i’m afraid i’ll never get over my junk in time to let someone really dig me. i’m afraid that if i finally let someone love me, he’ll end up being a nickleback fan.

i blush at almost anything. i’m a very nervous person.  if someone laughs, sometimes i assume its at me. if they whisper,sometimes i think its about me. in school, my heart would stop when a professor would say ‘generally’ because it sounds like jennifer and  thought they were calling on me. i blush at the smallest of compliments. an 90 yr old lady likes my necklace? thanks. blush. at the grocery store- when the cute cashier asks me if i found everything alright… blush. when i get cute txts from the gent, i blush. i get a double-take from a guy walking buy…blush. i get a first-take… blush. it’s retarded.

“whatcha gonna do, you gonna hit me?” that makes me smile every time. when i was 15, my sister and i were watching the previews leading up to a movie. one of the lines in a movie was “whatcha gonna do, you gonna hit me?” [or something close to that]. my mom came into the family room and asked us to do something. and nick and i were feeling silly and a bit bratty. and so she yelled at us and i said, between giggles, “whatcha gonna do you gonna hit me?” and nick and i burst into laughter. i don’t remember if my mom said anything. but i do remember that yes, she did in fact hit me. nothing too bad. a simple slap to the arm that couldn’t be heard over my sister’s laughter.

formspring?

(via crowlcrowlcrowl)

Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine

fairylights:againstyourskin:

The Temptations - My Girl

4thletter:hennypotter:pasajera:hennypotter:

I remember Ingrid being pretty cool, too, though quiet!
True story: I watched Mikk roll a joint once. This would’ve been like a couple weeks into my senior year. I had the other guy for 12th grade whose name I can’t remember— kinda round, laughed at all his jokes? So Mikk was this symbol of terror and fear until he straight up rolled a joint after school.
More True ASM Stories: Rossy Pizarro was the first girl I met in Spain, because my mom knew her dad and I was forced to go to some party they were throwing. Rossy had a friend who was leaving the next day who was crazy cute who I spent most of the night talking to.
-Jessie Manhard was the next girl I met in Spain, because I went to the embassy to get something and got on the elevator at the same time she did. She said something kinda funny, like “Whoa, a new guy!” and we ended up breaking the ice.
-I first met Sherese when, on the second week or so of school (it was pretty early, but some time had passed), I heard someone yell “DAVID BROTHERS!” and I turn around and bam, there’s Sherese and Honda trying to get my attention.
-I dated Andrea for like three days late junior year.
-I remember going to Fiestas (was that what that huge block party was called?) for I think the first time with Drew, Nick, Nigel, and Juri and we were all learning how to breakdance. I remember Jenn coming out for Fiestas, too. We stayed out way later than we told Drew’s parents we would. We found out that they came to get us when, no lie, Drew did this spin into a back handspring move he’d been practicing and he lands and holy crap his mom is right there in front of him.
-One time we (Jenn, you were there, so was Nikki, Liz [who was pounding 40s] all went out to BK near Juri’s place and me and Sherese missed the last bus to Pozuelo. We had to walk all the way back and Sherese was drunk, so it took forever. I got in so much trouble.

hahaha i had nooo idea you dated andrea! and i remember the bk. we went and bought malibu at the store and poured it in our bk cups and everyone was pretty sloshed. we were all up in the jungle gym. someone threw up in the bathroom. nick and juri opened the door to the roof. we hung out on the roof for a bit. nicky and liz were trashed. i had to walk them to the taxi stand. nicky kept singing christina aguilera songs. i remember the fiestas. and sitting in a circle. and watching them try to dance. and drew and nick freaked out bc they saw my panties. and valerie was there. and she had a cow bc liz and i could dance. she said she’d never seen white girls dance. what else. i remember drew bleached his hair for me. haha. bc i liked eminem. and i remember nick’s birthday party. sherese or liz? gave him a lapdance. we got high as fuck outside. we told the parents we had to wait for someone at the bus stop. and we were so afraid they’d know. and then liz and i just spent the rest of the night staring at a cup of water? i never knew mikk smoked until he told me. but i was looking through a few of my papers… he had to have known i did a few papers a bit high. i full on cursed in a few of them. haha. but he must’ve been drunk while grading them. bc he wrote “exactly right!” after one of my comments. i think it said something like “…and that’s fucking scary!”

i’m sitting on this bench. i was scared. but now… now, i’m kind of excited!
[i’m not literally sitting on the bench. you get me?]

my mom and pop. and little nick and little me. 1990. guadalajara, mx

i’m going to explode with love right now. my mom and pop are the best best best. you can’t find better. i would bet you my right nut. if i had one.  my mom just called to see how i was doing. and to make sure it was clear that i could go with them if that’s what i wanted. that they would not think less of me if i went with them to london. that they would support me 105%. that i could stay as long as i wanted. do whatever i wanted.
so… i could pretty much just leave with them to london. and just bum it for the next few years. if i manage to get a job legally.with a work visa and all the right papers, great. if not, oh well.  dream come true? YES.
they are making it VERY difficult for me to be all “adult” about this whole situation. but i’m going to stay. and fight. for a job here. philly and nyc are my focus. but i’m open to whatever i find. publishing would be great. a magazine would be fantastic. but really. it just has to be something better than this…. which leaves it pretty fucking open. if it doesn’t work out. then mmmmmaybe i’ll run away to londontown. how gnar is it to have that as a backup? a pillow to fall down on? i am not allowed to bitch about anything EVER.
my parents. FUCK. they’re unbelievable, aren’t they?

ephe:

me la pela.

nunca entendi esta frase. peel it! you can fucking peel it! haha. that’s what i’d say when they said it around me. i thought i was sooo funny. i see now that i was not.

pie0:mildlyneurotic:

Enjoy!

he’s getting it right between the eyes *POW*

THIS IS NOT A CAT. THIS IS JUST A REALLY CUTE FUR THING.

piratekitten:

i just finished a fucking chicken nugget/pastrami/cheese sandwich (how the fuck did i even make it?!) and i’m home from the mikey p/smallison/karahotass party where i grabbed 6od’s ass and told her friend she had nice boobies, and some dude from jersey tried to drink my booze and i was like “don’t ever grab a lady’s champagne,” and danced, and wore a DRESS (WTF?!?!?!?!?!) and got drunk off of huge bottles of champagne that we chucked in the street upon completion, and i think i maybe have heartburn, but i totally farted at least and i’m drunk. when did that happen? i love my life.

and i love you