Tuesday, April 10, 2012

BEST concert EVER!


Believe it or not, i went to this concert on a first date with a cop. LOL. He was pretty fun. That is about it, i dedicate this song to my ex. haha...

Saturday, April 7, 2012

I feel behind in school.... I don't know why I decided to drop all my classes and focus purely on English101. It is an important class, but I feel I should be basically reading alot more and not stressing about grown up stuff.

Busy Bee

. FTS!

This Week @ the Doc

I found out why my ankle hurts constantly, and it might only get worse. I have torn cartilage! I might need a surgery.! I am going to get a couple more orthopedists' opinions. Hopefully I can get rides more often. It is like not helping to walk so much to ankle therapy. ha...ha...not cool at all!

AGAIN?

They ask Sooooo many questions on an application! They are all lame, repetitive questions!

Filling

Filling Out Applications for a couple spots I walked into.... I NEED MONEY FOR RENT

Bad Case of Mistaken Identity!

I was going to post this story a couple of weeks ago, since it was so ridiculously dramatic!
So, it was about 2 weeks ago, I had just ran into my mom at the store. I was with my ex-boyfrien,whom she hated for good reasons, and she chased us down the street begging me to come home.
Later, I guess an hour later...There was a knock on my mother and grandmother's home from my dearest neighbor informing them that i was in an ambulance outside. She paused and made out-- that it looked as if I was dead. My mom immediately ran outside and saw what she thought had been my hair sticking out of a sheet inside the ambulance. All the neighbors from the entire block were worried and positive that it was me. Only one person can fit inside the rescue van aside from the patient, and so my mom hopped i,n although they preferred my grandmother came with. My family was crying over the phone, my name and info was up on the screen inside the ambulance and my mom was praying. All she knew was that it was me, and my boyfriend had been arrested already.
Once all the way in a Los Angeles hopsital and hours of dreadful agony, the sheet was removed and my mother could not recognize me. At first she thought my face was deformed, but then she looked closer and realized this poor little girl was not me. She had no bus money and they forced her to leave without any confirmation about this girl. What a relief to my family, and for all of us to know that girl made it just fine afterall. This story was too emotional for anyone to tell me for about a week. And it still affected everyone. I no longer am going to be the number one suspect of being a victim. Suprisingly, I am still explaining to random neighbors that it was not me that night.
Although it wasn't me, I still feel very sad that this situation occurred and also that her real mother was not around to Identify her.