I'm stuck at home, don't feel like opening a window. It's hot. Whatever.
I might go to the movies tonight, it could be the last time I see Alyx for a while. I just hope they call me. Hmm.
I'm still worried about the damas, I mean, who wouldn't be? Traditionally, in a quinceañero, you're only supposed to have 14, one to represent each year in my life, and i'm 15. But I have 15 girls, not 14. Me and my big mouth. I feel like such a BITCH though. Argh! My mom made these letters that we're going to send to all of them about how they have to do the dance, buy a dress, attend rehersals (they can't miss, this is like a show!), etc. My mom says one person is bound to droup out. I feel soooo horrible. AHH! Maybe it's not that bad having 15, but I'll have to find a way to fit number 15 in the dance. Who knows what'll happen. But for now, I'll worry. :?
Why do I always have to argue with my mom? It's like unavoidable...any little thing pisses me and i go off. Oy. Today it got really bad. I hated every dress we found for the damas, and every cloth was either horrible or not the right color. I also didn't like squares for the dress. My sister seemed like the perfect one. Then she started sceaming at me and asking me why i was so horrible to her and that she was only defending her.
My mom and I did have bonding moments, we finally bought my tiara for my quincea~ero. I put it on, and it was like, THE ONE. You know it's it once you look at it. It was exactly what i imagined.
My mom is also IN LOVE with my coreography. Like I said before, I hope everyone learns it right. Just...the only glitch in my quincea~ero is that I have a big mouth and I have one too many damas. I don't know what to do!!! I mean, i'll feel like a total bitch if i let someone go, but I have to, or else, it'll be kinda uneven. How do you let someone go...GOD i dont know what to do!!!
Light was in my room. Morning. Not just any morning, but the morning when Lance Armstrong would be the first man to win 6 consecutive tours. I was kind of absent minded...it didn't hit me just yet.
ACHOO! Oh no. I sneezed. Eww.
ACHOO! There I go again. Noo...it's too early, I'm sleepy. Great. I roll out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom so i can blow my nose. But then I hit the bed again. I can't sleep, I hear the TV through the wall, and finally it hits me that it's THE DAY. So I tip toe out of the room so I don't wake my sister up, then I run into my daddy's bed and say...GOOD MORNING! My dad smiles, and I give him a kiss. Then, I realized the race hadn't even started. I wait. I wait. And finally it starts. You see Lance being accompanied by his team, as if they were his body guards, then he waves. Then you see another view of him, where he counts out the number 6, for his sixth win. Then, you see his manager, hand him a glass of champagne, and he gave a toast at the camera. It was so cool. I really admire him, I mean, he had testicular cancer, at one point, was told he only had 3 months to live, and here he is now, in one of the most difficult events in sports, winning it six times in a row. AMAZING. I will always support him.
I watch the race, nothing too important, the spriting hadn't started. Then my mommy comes and says GOOD MORNING, WANNA DO PILATES OK, LET'S GO!...
I have no choice.
I'm "overweight" for my height.
Plus my quincea~era dress is a size smaller than what I tried it on, and i'm fatter than when i tried it on. So i'm on a diet and exersising.
We do that for half an hour, I feel good, get back to the race, keep watching, get some "lunch" (like 4 pieces of chicken leftovers and 2 bananas).
They finally get to the Champs-Elysees, and they have to make 8 laps. The US postal team falls behind as the springters get in front. A couple people fell. AT this point it was kinda hard to locate Lance. Every commercial brerak, I would read this book I loved when I was little, called, "A Fly Went By". Out loud.
Naturally, this annoyed my parents...the book repeats stuff (It's Dr. Suess). [i]The fly went by, and after the fly, went the frog, bla bla bla[/i] My dad attacked the book, but i still had it. The next commercial break, I started reading, and my dad took it away and put it on the floor.
"I was getting to the GOOD PART" lol
It was funny.
Maybe you had to be there, but bonding moments with my parents like this are rare, but, i guess i like them. Ok I love them a lot. I wanna get along with them more. Who knows maybe they'll let me do mores stuff. What am I talking about...? With all this crime going on around here, that is NOT possible. My parents always think i'm either gonna get a) kidnapped b)raped c)shot d) you get the picture
Anyway, the last lap was exiting and all, they went really fast, but to tell you the truth, all I care about is lance. je je je.
So it finished, we waited for the part where they give him the jersey and the cute lion. It was emotional, they played the american national anthem as he stood up there, you saw robin williams suporting him, will and jada smith. It was pretty cool. I knew I was watching history. I thik I'll go join a Lance Armstrong fanlisting now. Why didn't I think of that before?
I washed my hair, got ready, and we left for the mall. We went to buy the tickets for A Cinderella Story. Then we went to American Eagle, got school pants, a cute skirt. Then my mom went and got some stuff, then we went to Borders got Dirty Dancing 2 (I need to learn how to dance like that), and Lou Begas "a little big of mambo" CD for my quince.
The movie was cute. I liked it. But there were way to many little kids in there you know?
Got in the car, put in the cd, LOUD, my mom opened the window, jajaj, and i had my own little party in the car.
Got home, coreagraphed the dance completely, it looks really cool. I hope the girls can learn it, well. I'm gonna make sure its perfect. I really want this to look...GOOD!
Yankees vs. Red Sox, upsetting, so i'm not even gonna watch it. I don't hate any red sox fans just to get that out there.
After weeks and weeks of waiting, I finally got to see MY most anticipated movie of the summer. It was great. I had read the book before, but this time, I think the movie is better than the book (usually I think it's the other way around). The book didn't show as much love as in the movie, but I still cried when I read it. The movie was so passionate and great, I can barely describe it. Most of you have probably seen it, and you can probably agree that, it was IMPOSSIBLE not to cry. I cried so much, because my grandfathe also had Alzhiemers, and it reminded me so much of him, and I also thought about all the work that Noah/Duke did for her, because he loved her so much. It was so sweet. I was sobbing by the end of the movie, most people were. What sucked about yesterday was that KARLA planned the whole thing and ended up cancelling at the last minute, Monica had to go to villa monta~a, Marian's parents didnt let her go, and everyone else who said they would show up didn't for some reason. And now, Forrester, wants me to go again, so he can see it (insert confused face here :arrow: :?: :shock: ) Sheesh. Alex Stella's phone was apparently not working, so I thought that it was only going to be My sister and I in the movie after all. Gee Thanx Everyone. But then alex told me that she was coming! :lol: Turns out she brought her "step-sister". She's a bit young for this genre of movie if you know what I mean. She laughed a lot of the movie, and alex started laughing too. It kinda ruined some parts of the movie. She made fun of people who cried by saying that it was "just a movie". Alex, u kno I love you, and Paulette is really funny and all, but she was a bit too young for this movie if you get what I'm saying. I should of gone with Ivana, Pamela, Betzi, and Edda, because they told me that they were sobbing also. I would of felt more in place...
Oh well...
I survived!...and the effects of that procedure later that day
I survived my dentist appointment hooray!!! :lol: I was so friggin nervous, it was crazy. I took 2 bayer before I left the house. I got to the office, waited a bit, they called me in, i was so scared but realized I had no choice and that I had to go through with it. They're so nice there. I was wearing a skirt so they gave me a really nice and soft blanket. First they put this yellow stuff on my gums and they began getting kinda numb. Then, they came back put 3 shots of anistesia in my gums (that shot bothers alot). I started getting even more numb. I waited for a while, and started pinching my limps hard to see if i could feel it. Only a little. They came back and put 4 shots of anisteisa in my gums. The shot didn't bother twice, but then in 2 other spots it did. He was ready to start. He told me it would smell like BBQ. I had no idea what he was talking about. I braced myself for a little pain, then he said that it was going to be easy on me, because i had SOOO many exess gums. I didn't feel anything, but then i started smelling that BBQ smell he told me about. I craved BBQ corn nuts, I still do, but I'm on a diet (not that i'm fat or anything, just my moms brilliant idea to order my Quincea~era dress a size smalller than what I tried it on, THANX a lot mom sheesh, so now I'm practically anorexic, just kidding, but that's what I feel like, because I usually love to eat, a lot, but now in smaller portions, not allowed to have junk food, carbs, or surgar, so its all healthy healthy healthy!) He kept hacking away at my gums, but then all of a sudden, it started hurting a little in one part of my mouth, so he had to put in MORE anistesia. He finished with the right side of my mouth, and when I took a first look at my smile, I was HORRIFIED! The edges of my gums were yellowish colored, and my teeth looked humongous compared to my left side. So he asked me what I thought, I lied, and said it looked great. For some reason i'm incapable of saying I dislike something, I guess I'm a little too nice sometimes. So he told me that I could hold up the mirror while he did the left side. At first I didn't want to look because I was afraid that A)I would get sick B)It would become more painful But I did anyway. He told me that this process doesn't cause bleeding. As I looked in the mirror, it looked like he was burning off the exess gums. It was kinda cool, cuz they like...disapeared. He got to one point where it started hurting me again, at first I acted like it didn't bother, then I did, so I started cringing and he put more anistesia in my mouth. (So as I'm typing this, half of my mouth is still numb and I did this like 3 1/2 hours ago, the other half isn't "burning" like they said it would...yet, maybe because I recently took 2 panadols for the pain). Finally, he had finished. He told me to rinse my mouth. Its kinda cool, because instead of water for rinsing your mouth, the little faucet thing dispenses mouthwash. It was REALLY hard for me to rinse, because I didn't have control of my mouth because of the anistesia, so I started drooling all the mouthwash out. LOL. I was laughing. The assistant said it was normal, she was really nice, but she kept calling me Patricia. The dentist gave me a mirror and I finally saw my teeth, they didn't look that bad! Acutally, they look great! Then he told me my gums would turn all sorts of colors, white, green, yellow, red, then normal...great....eww i know. Then the assistant put in a tray so they could make the mold for my teeth bleaching (yay theyre gonna get really really white). So I finally leave the office, and Bernie has a big smoothie from Subway for me, I don't know what was in it, I just know it was really good! we're headed off to the beauty parlor. She drops me off there, I sit down in the little place where they wash hair, and attempt to drink my smoothie. it was impossible. I couldn't slurp the smoothie up the straw no matter how hard I tried. I was getting hungry. So I had to stick the straw way in my mouth and it worked. I just made a ton of noise, and lets just say that the blowers weren't making any noise whatsoever, so all you could hear was this obnoxious teenager drinking her smoothie. I got the hang of it, and then they moved me to the chair where they were going to cut my hair. Well, the lady REALLY cut it im so pissed. She hacked off like 3 inches WAAAAAAHHHH. Maybe I'm exaggerating but I was horrified when I saw it :cry: :cry: :cry: I loVed my long hair. Then she said my ends were horrific, and now my hair looked better. Sheesh. I called my mom and cried. I know i'm such a baby, but if you were as attached to my hair you would of too. My dad picked me up, took me home, and a little while ago we were looking at laptops for school. Yay. My mouth isn't burning yet. I feel lopsided. Why won't the numbness go away yet?
Lance Armstrong wins again, the yankees and other things that are on my mind...
Lance Armstrong wins stage 17 once again, not by much though. Some guy from Germany was right behind him. I only saw a little bit because I took a late shower, got dressed, and made my bed before i got to watch the TV. You can catch stage 17 at other times today on the OLN channel. If you wanna see around the time that Lance wins tune it at about :40 or at about a quarter past the hour if the coverage ends at about half an hour if u get what im saying.
The Yankees won last night 10-3 against Toronto. A lot of people were walked, that pitcher sucked, how many balls can he throw in one game? Thats what I heard over the news, I don't have MLB extra innings and I don't live in new york, so don't expect me to give you a good recap because I didn't watch the game. I don't care if a lot of people think they suck...mostly they say that because they are jelous. The Yankees have money, a kick ass roster, tons of media attention, and so many wins under their belt, it puts the other teams to shame. So get over yourselves. :P It's annoying when people say the yankees suck, because, techically...THEY DON'T! End of story, lets leave it at that, there's nothing you haters can do to change my mind or make me feel bad. I'm a proud Yankee fan, and if your proud too, be part of the NYY Fanlisting like me, the link is in my link column.
Blogging is addicting. When I don't blog for a day i feel, empty. It's just such a weird feeling.
Man I haven't done anything fun for a long time or seen any of my friends since last week. The only two people ive seen are Elise and Alyx. Everyone else I've been talking to on the phone.
I have problems with my upcoming party. I have one too many damas, what am i going to do? I'll have to talk about that with my coordinadora. I think theres gonna have to be 2 people representing one year in my life I guess...
I'm making this site about manatees for an NJHS project with monica. It's coming out kinda cool, considering the fact that every other website I have tried to make has failed...badly.
Tommorow is dooms day. I hate keeping my mouth open for a dentist, and any stupid little thing they do to my mouth hurts...like hell. Tommorow they're going to "shave" the exess gums (they're swollen). Oh no! They're going to use anistesia, but, still the shot hurts, and its going to hurt afterwards! They say it hurts like biting into a hot pizza. Only it stings a little. I know thats bull, even if they're nice, I know its gonna hurt a lot. Then I'm going to get my hair deep conditioned so they can prep it up for doing the bio-ionics to it so i can permanentyl straighten it...WOO HOO... Then I'm going to see the notebook, I know it's lame, but they finally brought it, TODAY. Yay. Guys are going to go cuz they have nothing better to do. i'm going to make sure i stay far away from them because i loved the book and i get very bitchy when i'm around guys and watching a romantic drama. Plus, I'm going to be crying like a baby.
Lance Armstrong finishes first in Stage 16 of the Tour De France
WooHoo! :lol: I'm really happy for him. I really want him to be the first biker to win the Tour de France for the sixth time in a row! I watched the race on the OLN channel live, it was really exiting.
"Armstrong finished the 9.6-mile climb through 21 hairpin turns to the L'Alpe d'Huez ski station in 39 minutes, 42 seconds -- the only rider under 40 minutes. It was the first time Tour organizers organized an individual race against the clock on the legendary climb. "--From the New York Times
He was 61 seconds ahead of Jan Ulrich from Germany, who came in second place last year also by being 61 seconds behind Armstrong.
The race was really exiting, although its so annoying to see all the people practically stand and run next to the bikers until they were stopped by police or almost crashed into them. They touch them, yell, scream. Yeah, they're trying to pump them up, but why touch them and potentially ruin their chances to win that time trial. Sheesh.
Armstrong got ahead of #61 from Italy, who started 2 minutes before him.
The commentators predicted that he would win. Hooray
How do I make a fanlisting, and finally, I've decided my NJHS project
For the NJHS, we have to do individual community service projects. I never gave it much thought until today, when it hit me. School is coming up, I'm president, and i've got zilch. I remembered that I once did a project about manatees, and that I helped out at the place. Monica and I had talked about doing that. Thankfully she called me, I had no idea that she was here in PR. So we agreed. We're going to help out about once a month at the place. I'm going to "TRY" to design a website, with information, pictures, and what we do. I guess kind of like a blog. Do you guys think we should start it here, I'm not sure...hmm..maybe we can just have a manatee blog section...LOL...because this is a little TOO personal for EVERYONE in my school to read...i guess....Can anyone help me out with the sites? I have really big problems with I-Frames, designing my own graphics, and a really cool layout. I also want to start a fanlisting. Does anyone know how to make one. with the forms/the list of countries that people are from/ stuff like that. So anyone who has a fanlisting and has come to my site...?PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help me..? Thanx
Obsession. A topic that came into my mind on this boring summer of mine. Am I obsessed with that person I talk about constantly on my blog? I hope no one thinks I am.
I used to be called obsessive a lot. I hated it. Why did people say that to me? Did they want to put me down? It really made me feel bad because it stressed me out. Is it my fault that I really like someone. So what If I don't know that person, it's not like I was booking a flight to wherever that person was at the moment to go stalk him. :roll: To top it all of, some of my best friends even called me obsessed. Are your really good friends supossed to make you feel like that. It may seem like a silly thing for me to get so uptight about that word, but...it was so constant, and people wouldn;t leave me alone. It made me feel like crap. :oops:
So do you think that I'm obsessed with the one I really like? Just because I like to talk about him, and I think about him a lot? THAT MAKES ME OBSESSED? I hope not...because if it does, maybe someone needs to grab a dictionary. Maybe there's another word for it, that I really care about him.
So here's a heads up to let everyone know...I'm not obsessed so don't you ever dare call me that...because that word is one of my pet peeves. So BUG OFF! :P lol At least no one has called me that ...yet. End of topic...let's never discuss it again. LOL...
Anywayyyyyyyyyy Cristobal is moving ...soon...They invited me to the movies today, but i had already seen the movie (Anchorman) and I had no way to get to the mall, but they kept insisting.
Yesterday, they called me too, while I was in the movies. Here's how the conversation went. Cristobal- --Hey Carolyn. Sup? Me- --Nothing Cristobal- --What are you doing...um..on Tuesday. Me- --I dunno Cristobal- --Do you wanna go to the beach with Me and William... (At that moment I was about to say no, because my mom had forbbiden me from the sun until my Quinceanero :cry: the HORROR :() Cristobal- --At night (I was like WTF, at NIGHT are you crazy, what is there to do at the beach at night...then I started getting ideas...i bet you can get which ones they are too...) Me- --I duno mabye Cristobal- --Please go...it's like a goodbye thing for me. Me- --Ok bye im in a movie
My mom is no way ever going to let me go...lol...to the beach...at night ...with boys...So ...whatever...you know? Comment on what you think
As I said earlier, I was going to put in exerpts of what I wrote in my diary into my blog. So here it goes...but first, I'm gonna say a little of what i'm going to do today. Well at two, i'm going over to Elise's house and we're going to the beach (I'm gonna enjoy it the best I can because my mom says this is my last week of sun, i guess she doesn't want me to be tan in my dress for my 15anero for sum reason :cry: :roll: ) It's her birthday tommorow, and I need to figure out what I'm going to get her, still, I don't know , LOL, and Alyx is moving on thursday so this will be the last time i see her for a while :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: )
We woke up early...i mean...really early. Got ready, I had eggs benedict (my dad is going to teach me how to do them perfectly). Bought the tickets, we were extremely, according to the lady who sold us them she said we got "angel" tickets, and we waited in line. It was a pretty hot day. I was considering taking off my sweatshirt but i decided against it. It wasn't too long of a wait. We boarded the Friendship V on the top deck. My mom bought these funky wrist things that are supposed to cure or stop sea sickness. We waited up ther for what felt like FOREVER, and then we heard the capitan say that it was foggy out there and we wouldn't have a big chance of seeing whales so we had the option of getting off the boat and coming back another day...we almost decided to get off...but we didn't. Thank god. Well, we went out, the guide talked about Mount Desert Island. blah blah blah. It was getting chillier and windier but I didn't let it bother me. My dad suggested that I put some newspaper inside my sweatshirt like the bum did in "The Day After Tommorow" (insulation). I absolutely refused LOL. I WASN't GONNa WALK AROUND THE BOAT WITH NEWSPAPER IN MY SHIRT. HELLS NO! LOL No thank you. While we were going over, the guide pointed out porpoises and harbor seals. I thught that was all we were going to see. But then the guide said "look here, at 12:00 a minkie whale!" I strained myself over the rail to TRY to see it because I remembered studying them earlier this year. Then the guide said it was at 3:00, but there were to many tall obnoxious people and they blocked my view. So i gave up hope and i stayed on the left not expecting to see it. Whatever. "There...there! On the left...bow!" he would say, ( I couldn't see the left bow from where i was) All of a sudden, i saw a white spot move in the water. I knew this belonged o the whale . Although it wasn't that amazing of a view, I appreciated it because that's all i thought i was going to see. But then, right before my eyes, the whale apeared again. I didn't just see the dorsal fin dive into the water, i saw the entire whale, it was amazing! But the whale seemed to like the right side of the cat.
i'll continue the story later because right now i'm tired of typing...l8r
wow...i thought that i was going to be able to blog while i was over there since my dad brought his laptop...i guess not. But i brought my French Kitty diary with me, and its like i wrote a novel lol...it was pretty funny everything that happened to me over there. Since it seems like EVERYONE is out of the island, or is going out of the island pretty damn soon, i guess i'll be spending most of my time blogging. When i have my diary with me i'll write some of the stuff that happened to me, but right now i'm watching "I love the 90's! on Vh1" HE HE...
anyway i've decided that i really want to go to camp, my sister went to camp cody and had tons of fun...and i really want to find friends like she did..
we went whale watching and kayaking...more on that later.....byez
