A Long, Long Time Ago

I can still remember…..

Let’s all give this new segment to danielleisblogging a nice warm welcome. This is where I’ll be posting pics and some of the more memorable stories from my past which I am starting to forget due to my old age (I TURNED THE BIG 3-0 LAST WEEK – WOOT!).

Many, many years ago – a decade or so – my best friend at the time, Michelle, got knocked up, married (in that order) and was close to spawning time. I lost my friend because her husband hated me and still does to this day (she couldn’t even go to my 30th Birthday Party last weekend). My real Grandmother (the one who hates everyone whether they’re white, brown, red, yellow, Puerto Rican and Haitian) is from Costa Rica and she was planning a trip down there as her mother had recently passed away and Grandma needed to travel to take care of her late mother’s estate. Since I was going through a turbulent time, she offered to take me along, all expenses included. We got such a great fare for the trip that my ex, Aubrey (or as Michele would call him, Snobrey) came along.

We did all the usual sight seeing; I can post some of those pics later. Before we went up to see the Irazu (or something like that) Volcano, we stopped at a little mercado in Cartago where G’ma proceeded to pick up some of her favorite fruits from her younger days, fruits which are certainly not native, or even sold here in the good U.S. of A. I had never seen anything like them and they were so vulgar I was compelled to take a picture.

Doesn’t the one on the left look like a vagina? I was sitting in the back seat watching my grandmother chow down on those things as if she were a carpet muncher. I still have flashbacks..

D is for Dangerous

I was thinking about doing something that could possibly constitute bad.

Can someone tell me what is considered cheating?

There's this hot guy in my psych class that wants to make out with me (hehehe - feels like high school again). And he is pretty hot - blue eyes, brown hair (you all know how much I like it when they look like me); very, very tall; tattoos. The only negative, he's a little on the slim side. If anything were to progress further than a heated make out session I'm afraid I'd break him like a twig.

I think the honeymoon here is over and I may be looking for boy toy or a mister (is that what you would call a male mistress?).

Bad Danielle. As boring as my life usually is, I can sure get myself into some shit.

Skinny Jeans

I can't believe skinny jeans have been/are back in style. And I can't believe I have a few pairs of them. I feel like I've sold out.

I got my God=Greed paper back in my Humanities class today - I got an 'A-' and am thrilled. I really thought that was gonna be a 'C' paper at best.

I lost my cell phone today and had to get a replacement. All of my phone numbers have been lost and I am pissed. I'm not sure how it got away from me. I've been calling it but I put it on silent when I'm at school and I don't know if I unsilenced it or not. Thank gosh I have insurance on the phone. It only cost me $50. When my contract comes due in a few months, I'm gonna buy an expensive, bad ass phone. Why? I just wanna be cool again.

Dear D & D:

Debbie and Dylan:

Oh Deb - I've been meaning to call or email you but like I said in previous posts, time just slips through my fingers like sand in the hourglass (these are the days of my life).

Dylan - I still have your email from August in my inbox to respond to. I see it when I check my email and think, "Damn, I need to reply to Dylan!" But alas, I do not. I've not forgotten though!

My Humanities Paper

I can't believe I forgot to tell you all what my humanities paper was about!
Unfortunately, the "Quran" and "Woman" thing didn't work out, but I did use a passsage of the Quran for my paper. The story is very similar to Christianity. God Is good - God is great - Believers shall go to a paradise as long as they follow God - Unbelievers shall rot in hell.

So what, you ask, was my paper in? I compared God to Greed, the Unbelievers are the peeps who got fucked in the housing crisis and the Believers are the bastards who profited off of them.

Hell, here I come!

Something New Everyday

Today, at the campus, I bought a fruit juice from a vending machine with my check card. Who knew you could do such things?

Monday, Monday

I am constantly looking for an excuse to not study, so blog I shall. I've gotten B's and C's on my last few assignments and/or tests so since it's not going my way, I want to quit. Being I always "Go Big or Go Home," my big seems to be moving out of the way and home is now in the lead.

I've started watching my Star Trek: The Next Generation Seasons 1 - 7. Again. It's only like 150 episodes or something - I can squeeze studying in between it all. I absolutely love TNG. I've had sexually fantasies about Captain Jean-Luc Picard for years. Oh, the things I would do to him if he'd just tell me to "Make it so," or to "Engage!" And if it were my time of the month he'd yell out, "Red alert!" Sorry - I know that's really nasty but I think it's funny as hell. Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care. I'm trying to find one of my all time favorite episodes where Picard, Guinan, Ensign Ro and Keiko all turn into kids as the Enterprise is being invaded. I just love the part where Lil' Picard needed to speak with Riker and threw a hellacious temper tantrum to do so. Hahahaha. One of my favorite scenes, but not as good as the one in the 2nd episode where the crew stumbles upon a virus that makes everybody horny and Data gets laid. Tasha Yar asked if he was fully functional and Data replied, "I have been programmed in multiple techniques." I need a Data. God, I am a sick puppy, aren't I? I must not be getting enough at home.

I have a psychology test tomorrow which I really should be studying for now, but I have such an awful time trying to manage my time. Plus rewatching all of the Star Trek episodes for the umpteenth time can be a bit consuming. I picked up a planner last time I was at Staples and have been trying, unsuccessfully to manage my time, hour by hour. I allotted myself break times and everything. Like everything else, it was all fine and fun for the first two or three days, so needless to say I'm back to doing things half-assedly. I do not want to take this test. It's like fucking biology. When we study stuff like mental conditions, medications, altered states of consciousness, I'm all up in it. But my test tomorrow is on the nervous and endocrine systems, what all different parts of the brain and what they do, like the corpus crispy thing that connects the two halves of the brain and the glands and stuff. I can't even tell you what the fuck the endocrine system has to do with anything so I really should start reviewing my illegible notes.

The higher, the fewer.