Wednesday, August 19, 2009

teen choice awards

so, i never got to actually think/write out the events of august 9th, 2009.
this may have been the single most best day of my life.
or something like it.

background information: friday, august 7th we drove up to l.a for the jonas brothers concert and drove back the next day, saturday in traffic that took us a total of 4 hours to get home. barely got any sleep that night considering i went to a party, which i probably shouldn't have done. woke up bright and early sunday morning, with a mixture of nerves, excitement, hunger, grogginess, curiosity, and even some doubts.

but all of these feelings (except maybe the excitement) immediately escaped me the moment we entered universal city.

the show was to be filmed at gibson amphitheater at 5:30.
we got in line at 3.
they let us in at 3:30.
they opened the doors to our sections at 4.
and that's where it all started.

me and pookie had planned to skip finding our seats and just rush to the celebrity section as soon as those doors came open. the plan was going smoothly, until the security guard right before the celeb section asked to see our tickets. i showed him, and he directed us to where we should really be seating, only the estupido turned his back to us and we seized the moment to grab seats in the front section.

from then on, our plan was that if someone told us those were their seats, we'd say we were seat-fillers and move. and if there were seats we wanted, we'd tell the real seat-fillers that we had tickets for those seats. preeeettty smart, i'd say.

and it worked.

the first celebrities we saw were the cast of "the secret life of the american teenager." they were all so tall! but we were too happy and excited to even think of talking to them. as soon as we were settled, i spotted chelsea staub. pookie said it wasn't her, that she was much too tall and thin. but when she smiled and got closer, we realized it was her and were the first ones to take a picture with her. pookie told her "i love stella, by the way." and chelsea had the sincerest look on her face when she took pookie's arm and said, genuinely, "thank you so much, that really means alot to me. you made my day." chelsea staub instantly became one of our favorite celebrities. we could tell she was really sweet and down to earth, which was great.

as we waited for the show to begin filming, we kept pointing out people as they arrived. including: marlon wayans, billy ray cyrus, chace crawford, leighton meester, megan fox, amanda bynes, ashley tisdale, corbin bleu, zac efron, vanessa hudgens, hayden pannetiere, miranda cosgrove, ed westwick, the black eyed peas, george lopez, the twilight cast -__-, selena gomez, jake t. austin, jason earles, aly and aj, emma roberts (who pookie got a picture with!), and sooo many more people i never thought i'd be in the same room with.

at first, we were sitting next to jordana brewster from "the fast and the furious." i never thought she was pretty when i watched the movies, however in person she's seriously stunning. so much that pookie and i were too intimidated to ask for a picture with her! directly behind us were demi lovato's mom and little sister.

after 10 minutes or so, they moved us a few rows back. i ended up sitting next to jeannette mccurdy's mom and pookie ended up behind me. jeannette mccurdy's mom started talking to me about how that was her daughter's seat but it was fine because jeannette was presenting and wouldn't need the seat until later. she then asked me what show i was from. i was confused and asked what she meant, and told her i was a seat-filler. she thought i was actually a celebrity! it was so flattering.

we got moved yet again to our last seats of the day, next to brenda song and danielle (kevin jonas's fiancee). i got a picture with brenda and pookie was trying to see her cell phone the whole time to check if brenda was texting joe. haha.

the show began, and we sat there and watched very happily.

they took many breaks, during which we would all take the opportunity to go meet and take pictures with whoever we could. i met george lopez, miss jay from america's next top model, and a few others. but of course, the whole time i was only thinking about one person. my idol. the person i've wanted to meet forever and always said i'd get a picture with one day if it was the last thing i ever did: kim kardashian.

i've been determined to meet her and of course take a picture for proof for a couple years now. i watch her show religiously, follow her on twitter, try to dress like her, and of course i wish i was one of the krazy kardashians!

so, when they took the break before the final performance (miley cyrus!) to set up the stage for her, i knew that was going to be my last chance to get to kim. they were sitting only two sections away (kim, kourtney, kylie, and kendall), so it wasn't going to be too hard. i mentally prepared myself to kick, scratch, and scream my way to kim if i had to. it was do or die for me, and i was ready to do everything in my ability to make my dream come true. i dodged the two security guards all too easily, they didn't even notice me. the kardashians were about 4th row up, and as i made my way up the steps, my heart began to beat faster and faster. was my dream really coming true? it was. i walked up, said hi to them, told them how much i love them, and asked kim for a picture. she was so sweet. she said yes, and i looked around for someone to take the picture of us. but everyone around us were other celebrities, and i felt intimidated to ask them to take it. so i asked kourtney. she was super sweet too and did take the picture of me and kim. my lame ass forgot to take it off video though, so now i have a video of me and kim smiling. haha. after kourtney took the picture, i shyly asked kim to do the same for me and kourtney, which she did. so, YES, kim and kourtney kardashian touched my camera! lol.

as soon as kim took the picture of kourtney and i, the security announced that everyone had to be back in their seats ASAP. so i rushed back to my section, in disbelief and panic. i tripped over the step right next to hayden pannetiere, my legs slowly but surely giving out. i made it to my seat, and with no emotions or expression on my face, sat there for about ten seconds before i began to cry. i literally could not grasp what had just happened. i was crying, shaking, trying to hide it but not coming close to being able to. but all too soon, they announced that miley was up to perform, which made me instantly cheerful.

i stood up, turned around and saw that pookie and i were the only ones standing up in our section. but that only made me more proud. i heard "party in the usa" start to play on the speakers and just lost myself in the song. miley is seriously a great performer live. she owns the stage and the audience. i got chills so many times during that single song. towards the end of it, i teared up again, knowing that miley's performance was over and it was almost the end of the show.

those couple of hours in gibson amphitheater were a dream come true.
the whole thing flashed by in an instant.
as soon as we left the building, i called my mom in tears explaining to her everything that happened.
we got to the hotel, put our pj's on, and of course started twittering about everything.

300 dollars was definitely more than worth what we got back from that day.

bottom of the ocean.


so this is me. right now. writing this post.
eating my pirate's booty. drinking a wine cooler.
r a w material

in her book "miles to go," miley cyrus says that when you're going through difficult times, to just let it go and bury it at the bottom of the ocean.
it's from the lyrics in her song "bottom of the ocean." obviously.
sometimes, when we fight and things turn out so bad and it seems like it's the end for us,
i think to myself "bottom of the ocean. bottom of the ocean.. CAN i even bury this at the bottom of the ocean?"
but you know what i realized?
i don't WANT to bury this at the bottom of the ocean.
i don't want this to end.
i want this to be forever, just like we always said it would be.
and even if for some reason it ever truly came to an end,
this is definitely something that i won't be burying anywhere.
you've taught me so much and given me some of the best memories of my life,
why would i ever want to forget any of it?

now, there are definitely some things and some people that i would like to (figuratively) bury at the bottom of the ocean. but you, my love, are not one of them.
te amo.
con todo mi corazon.
nunca te olvidare. nunca voy a parrar querriendote.
eres mi sol, mi vida, mi luz en un lugar oscuro.
030808. forever.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

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.

Monday, July 27, 2009

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.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

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 :)


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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.