valeria atondo.

so i was looking through my myspace friends and somehow came across a girl i didn't know. while looking at their profile, i noticed a picture she had with another girl, just smiling and having fun, and i read under it. the caption was

"rest in paradise
valeria atondo
1992-2009"

immediately, i felt sad. and curious. i googled her name to see if maybe i could find out what happened to her. i kind of wish i hadn't. apparently, she was in a car accident in may where the car door flew open and she was ejected from the car. upon reading this i wanted to cry. i felt fear, sorrow, and confusion all at the same time.

i kept looking through my friend list and noticed the fact that a few people's names included things like "r.i.p vale." the one that caught my eye the most was my friend alexis, who i played on a soccer team with about two years ago. she had a whole section in tribute to valeria, with pictures and a long story. apparently they were really close. the things she had to say and the pictures i've seen of valeria seem like she was a nice, fun girl just living like any of us. like her life was abruptly taken away and so was the happiness her friends felt in knowing her. i never knew valeria, but i'm really saddened by her death. i almost feel like had i known her, i would have really liked her and probably have been friends with her. from what i see, she's still alive in everyone's thoughts and hearts, which makes me feel slightly better. she's obviously greatly missed. i hope to one day have the chance of meeting her, up in heaven. hopefully for me that won't be anytime soon, but i can honestly say i've been touched by her story. i never knew her, but i will never forget her.

THE BITCH.

so, i have this friend.

only she's not really a friend, but more like one of those people you tolerate and don't really know why. i think i tolerate her just so i won't have problems with anyone. that, or having false hope that she's changed and isn't such a bitch anymore is what keeps me from de-friending her.

cause she's a bitch. a straight up fucking asshole. not only that, she's FULL of herself. more than full, completely overflowing in her own shit. she literally brags about anything and everything every chance she gets, pathetically posting myspace bulletins about the new things she has bought or received from her loser boyfriend. like, who the fuck has the time and nerve to let all their myspace friends know every material thing her boyfriend has bought her in their whole pathetic relationship? really, you're that shallow that you keep a list?

i hardly ever talk to her. which is a good thing, cause as soon as i start to, i'm already sick of her. she disgusts me. i know it's lame to get mad over myspace shit, but really that's the only place we communicate and it was pretty unnecessary for her to do what she did. this whole blog was triggered by the fact that i innocently posted a survey on a bulletin out of boredom, and in it i mentioned that i spent over 100 dollars today while doing some anger-induced shopping. to which she posted a response bulletin saying

"i absolutely cannot stand people who brag.

it's the ones who brag that are the ones

who don't have s**t. seriously.

get over yourself. your wasting your time,

no one believes you. :)"

prepare for enumerated insults/comebacks, you fucking cunt.

1) you brag more than anyone i know, and you really don't have shit.

2) get over myself? if anyone needs to do that, it's your nappy-haired, loose vag, pathetic ass.

3) no one believes me? hmm, i think that's my favorite. i wouldn't say things like this if you hadn't pissed me off so bad, but here goes: all YOU have to do is take one look at my house and car, and you'll see that it's more than you'll ever have in your excuse for a life. you're always talking about your "expensive purses and perfumes" that you have like two of, well honey at least mine are real. not stolen or bought as good knock-offs. i feel like buying you a REAL chanel purse, so i don't have to laugh every time i see your pleather bags.

4) you're fat.

i can't help but go back and think of that list you posted of everything your disgusting boyfriend has bought you throughout the time you've been with him. that's low. if i added up all the things my baby has bought me, it'd probably come out to quadruple what your man has spent on you, but really i could care less what he buys me, cause i value his love and our time together so much more.

honestly, i think she's jealous. because i didn't always used to be so happy and thriving. i'm literally in my prime right now, while she, over the years, has only gotten fatter, uglier, lonlier, more insecure, more shallow, and more fucked up. i've held back from talking this shit about you for so long, because i felt sorry for you. sorry that you can't keep the same friends for longer than a year, sorry that your boyfriend wanted me first and settled for you, sorry that you really don't have shit and are insecure (that's obviously why you say the things you do and feel the need to brag about what little you have), sorry that you rely on your mom and boyfriend to take you everywhere and buy everything for you, sorry about your overall appearance and horrible attitude, sorry that you've pushed your boyfriend so far away that he tells people, even me, that he really doesn't care about you or your relationship anymore, sorry that he's straight up asked me to cheat on my boyfriend with him even after i've rejected him multiple times, but mostly sorry that i hadn't told you all this before so maybe you'd realize what a fucked up person you are and that the only direction you're heading is down.

basically, you're a lowlife waste of space and you really need to rethink your whole personality.

BITCH.

bobinski

i love this dirty manwhore and i cannot wait until this movie comes out on dvd. i watched it with pitoface the day it came out. honestly i didn't expect much of it, it only attracted me because it was 3-D. completely changed my mind after i saw it, though. anything tim burton interests me, i love the darkness in all his films.

latenight ambitions

this is what happens when you let me download a disney app and i have nothing to do at 12am except turn it nasty.

i found out today the miley cyrus v.i.p package is $295. although it's alot of money and it's not guaranteed i'll even meet her, if i'm going to her show i'm going balls to the walls. no exceptions. and so, today begins my attempt to somehow earn $110 in 2 weeks. that's about all i need to be able to pay for it. my dad's friend is working on getting us backstage passes. i really hope everything works out.

babe's been at the gym for 3 hours now.

3 random facts:

- my knee started hurting two days ago

- fathead was taking too long at sephora today,

so me and pookie painted our nails purple

- i finished the film in my lomolito today and

am really excited to develop it :)

mixed up

i have been robbed.

9:30pm - gilbert picked me up.

9:40pm - @ walmart getting snacks.

10:00pm - got to the theater, stood in line. excitement building.

11:00pm - started moving in, took our seats in theater 4.

11:45pm - gilbert went to refill our drink.

11:55pm - he comes back, everyone is murmuring. the mood is excited and mysterious.

12:00pm - the screen goes black, the room fills with cheers and "oh-my-god"s. ultimate moment of suspense and happiness.

that was seriously horrible compared to the book. i don't even know how they managed to come up with some of the unnecessary crap they added in. after expecting so much, i got so little. practically nothing. i still love the series though, so i can't say i hated it. it was just exxxxxtremely dissapointing. i feel like a child and someone just told me santa clause doesn't exist.

one word to describe the movie and my experience: emptiness.

harry potter and the half black chick

midnight, tues. july 14 2009 ;

EPIC it will be.

that's all i have to say.