Thursday, February 26, 2009
Mental Rush
How's Brazil? Hot; Well I'm freezing; Yeah, your choice; I guess you’re right, when do you come back? May; I miss you; I love you; I'll call you later, I have class in 20 minutes; Ok bye. A quick online conversation is all it took. I knew he was mad. I should have gone to Brazil with him. What about college? There are plenty prestigious ones there. I love New York City. You never lived with me. People deserve a second chance. Not everyone; Eva doesn't and she never will. How could she lie to everyone's face and manipulate a situation that would inevitably cause one's own solitude? Worthless bitch. Die. Poor Teresa didn't deserve half the humiliation. I didn't deserve over a year of rejection; fake rejection created by a heartless bitch; more like an insecure whore. Breathe; your thoughts cause your feelings. Think happy thoughts.
It is extremely tiring to be happy all the time. My mother begs to differ and she strongly sticks to her knowledge that your body uses more muscles to frown than to smile. I honestly don't care. Say Cheese! God, I hate taking my sister to Chuck E Cheese. I wonder if the person who thought of the idea of parents bringing their devilish offspring to a closed space, that in my opinion lacks the appropriate amount of air circulation, realized the great accomplishment they have. Damn, they probably make so much money off those useless parents that can't find a way to make their kids shut up; yet leaving them with a sitter would only make the toleration they lack for their kids even more noticeable. I wish that were my case. No, I lost a bet with the little one and now off to that hellhole. Stacy is the best Rock band player. I can't believe my father bought me that game as a late Christmas gift; meanwhile my sister wanted it all along. Share it; I don't want it, she does; Oh, please you always play Rock band in Florida; Yeah, but I wouldn't waste a Christmas gift on it. Pathetic. I wanted another Yorkie, the teacup ones, perhaps a Tinkerbell. Chihuahuas are ugly; suits Paris Hilton.
Carnaval ends in Brazil today, February 25th. My father was smart enough to visit me in New York right before my birthday. Interestingly enough, he left to a two-month vacation to Brazil before Carnaval started; he conveniently missed my actual birthday on the 15th. Was it a coincidence that tickets where cheaper on the 17th, making him return to Florida early in time to pack? I'm glad Teresa got to meet him; leaving the gym all sweaty while dad and I looked for missing Stacy on Steinway. I never walked so much. He wanted to meet the others; that didn't happen. He wanted to meet Him; didn't happen either. Not going to happen. My father almost had a heart attack dress shopping with me for my birthday clubbing dress. He picked; I picked two sizes smaller. No, he's simply not ready.
I've had better birthdays; it was those last 6 drinks; poor judgment leads to dancing with the guy you used to "talk" to; my current guy watched. Who spends their birthday moving? Go get boxes; you go, it's my birthday; so what, you think your special? My mom has a sarcastic tone I can't stand. She knows when to use it; I obey just to erase that smirk. My dog ran away thanks to the moron that was moving out of our new house. I cried, hysterically. Smart dog, managed to go up three floors and bark endlessly in front of our old apartment, until the obnoxious neighbor grew a heart and took her in. Dear 3C, I have your dog. Get her now, Thanks. What an ass. My mom thinks he's nice; I think she's blind. I can't wait to get that laser eye correction she had; why only at 21? I have a theory that doctors teamed up with contact brands to make money until patients are old enough to realize there's no point in waiting for surgery.
It is extremely tiring to be happy all the time. My mother begs to differ and she strongly sticks to her knowledge that your body uses more muscles to frown than to smile. I honestly don't care. Say Cheese! God, I hate taking my sister to Chuck E Cheese. I wonder if the person who thought of the idea of parents bringing their devilish offspring to a closed space, that in my opinion lacks the appropriate amount of air circulation, realized the great accomplishment they have. Damn, they probably make so much money off those useless parents that can't find a way to make their kids shut up; yet leaving them with a sitter would only make the toleration they lack for their kids even more noticeable. I wish that were my case. No, I lost a bet with the little one and now off to that hellhole. Stacy is the best Rock band player. I can't believe my father bought me that game as a late Christmas gift; meanwhile my sister wanted it all along. Share it; I don't want it, she does; Oh, please you always play Rock band in Florida; Yeah, but I wouldn't waste a Christmas gift on it. Pathetic. I wanted another Yorkie, the teacup ones, perhaps a Tinkerbell. Chihuahuas are ugly; suits Paris Hilton.
Carnaval ends in Brazil today, February 25th. My father was smart enough to visit me in New York right before my birthday. Interestingly enough, he left to a two-month vacation to Brazil before Carnaval started; he conveniently missed my actual birthday on the 15th. Was it a coincidence that tickets where cheaper on the 17th, making him return to Florida early in time to pack? I'm glad Teresa got to meet him; leaving the gym all sweaty while dad and I looked for missing Stacy on Steinway. I never walked so much. He wanted to meet the others; that didn't happen. He wanted to meet Him; didn't happen either. Not going to happen. My father almost had a heart attack dress shopping with me for my birthday clubbing dress. He picked; I picked two sizes smaller. No, he's simply not ready.
I've had better birthdays; it was those last 6 drinks; poor judgment leads to dancing with the guy you used to "talk" to; my current guy watched. Who spends their birthday moving? Go get boxes; you go, it's my birthday; so what, you think your special? My mom has a sarcastic tone I can't stand. She knows when to use it; I obey just to erase that smirk. My dog ran away thanks to the moron that was moving out of our new house. I cried, hysterically. Smart dog, managed to go up three floors and bark endlessly in front of our old apartment, until the obnoxious neighbor grew a heart and took her in. Dear 3C, I have your dog. Get her now, Thanks. What an ass. My mom thinks he's nice; I think she's blind. I can't wait to get that laser eye correction she had; why only at 21? I have a theory that doctors teamed up with contact brands to make money until patients are old enough to realize there's no point in waiting for surgery.
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I loved this piece! The one thing i liked a lot about it was the flow of the writing because even though it was a lot of fragments and they went together so well. The second you got the idea she was saying, once you read the next fragment you get an automatic connection. I personally liked how a lot of the things she stated, I smiled along while i was reading because i could relate to them. The Chuck E Cheese part was my favorite because it made me laugh just with how true it really is but no parent would ever admit that. I think she did a really good job with these piece and you can see the effort she put into it.
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