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skittlicious

:: 2004 13 March :: 11.49pm
:: Mood: reassured

I'm not quitting, well not this week. I'm gonna give it atleast another week. Tomorrow I'm talkign to my manager about "the situation" and I think things might be okay? Lauren took a little 'consenses' tonight, and only one person (Maggie, ugh) said I should quit. And my manager said he isn't going to let me. That made me feel so good, I was starting to doubt things. A lot, I definitly thought that people there didn't like me, like I was still "the new girl" but I know that I'm not, and that's all that matters, right? right! So thank you Lauren, it meant a lot. Your message is saved on my phone too, cause it made me happy. Other news, this whole Mauricio crap is over, done blah blah blah. So yeah, things are looking up. Me and my mom are really good, and things with my dad are really good. Now that things are happy, Im waiting for the bad thing to fall down on it. I'm off to bed, this girl's got a headahce.

<3mandyy

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skittlicious

:: 2004 12 March :: 9.46pm

So basically I've let her get to me, and I'm 99% sure that Im going to quit the restaurant. The worst part about it is that I'm so inlove with my job. But, work isn't suppose to be as sad and hard as it is, and I'm not suppose to have this many issues with people, well with them. So come sunday, I think I'm giving my notice. I'm not happy about this, but I can't leave work like I did tonight. And, I think getting the job might have been a mistake. I'm just sad cause I found something I truly loved to do.


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skittlicious

:: 2004 10 March :: 4.10pm

I need a fresh start, a new place, a new everything. My mom is always talking about North Carolina and when I graduate, that's where shes moving, cause she doesn't want to take me away from here, cause it's where I've been my whole life, maybe we can move now. I think I'd actually like that :-\


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skittlicious

:: 2004 10 March :: 4.10pm

I need a fresh start, a new place, a new everything. My mom is always talking about North Carolina and when I graduate, that's where shes moving, cause she doesn't want to take me away from here, cause it's where I've been my whole life, maybe we can move now. I think I'd actually like that :-\


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skittlicious

:: 2004 10 March :: 4.10pm

I need a fresh start, a new place, a new everything. My mom is always talking about North Carolina and when I graduate, that's where shes moving, cause she doesn't want to take me away from here, cause it's where I've been my whole life, maybe we can move now. I think I'd actually like that :-\


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skittlicious

:: 2004 10 March :: 4.10pm

I need a fresh start, a new place, a new everything. My mom is always talking about North Carolina and when I graduate, that's where shes moving, cause she doesn't want to take me away from here, cause it's where I've been my whole life, maybe we can move now. I think I'd actually like that :-\


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skittlicious

:: 2004 10 March :: 4.10pm

I need a fresh start, a new place, a new everything. My mom is always talking about North Carolina and when I graduate, that's where shes moving, cause she doesn't want to take me away from here, cause it's where I've been my whole life, maybe we can move now. I think I'd actually like that :-\


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skittlicious

:: 2004 3 March :: 8.22pm
:: Mood: busy
:: Music: maroon 5 // this love

I was brave, I conquered, and then..I was defeated..
I think it's funny how when people break up, people who were your best friends, when they break up with one another, suddenly, you're back in the picture. But I mean, dont get your hopes up, because then they find someone new, and suddenly, you're no one again. Fuck that, I'm not doing it again, yeah, we're friends, but you can't use me as a back up friend. Screw you.

This week sucked, so much. I hate FCAT days, they should just give juniors // seniors the days off, I dont' see a problem with that. Here are some lovely pictures from this past weekend, there's lots...enjoy!


SHOW AT PIS FRIDAY...
title or description nicole and peter!
title or description hazen! what a cutie ;]
title or description duncan and nick!
title or description hazen and duncan!
title or description paris paige and ilana
title or description haha, nicole walked me out to my car, cause she's a lady. And we thought it'd be nice to document how sexy our two cars are next to each other, hers is on the left (86' cressida) and mine is on the right (89' cressida), we're so sexy ;]!!


REN FEST PICTURES...
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title or description the guy at the end, how lovely =)
title or description they were playing a song on her boobs

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title or description hahaha my dad got picked at the ren fest, it was funny. ;]
title or description I kinda liked her hair, so I took a picture, it's a pretty shade of purple..

ME..
title or description
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title or description I was really cold and bored, so I took a picture of my pink blanet and me<3
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title or description I dunno how it happened, but it turned me red! =\
title or description my spiffy new pants i got in the mail yesterday, the best part about them...THEIR TOO LONG! haha and on the butt there's a star, well, it forms one, lol..yeah..



Comment and love me!.

<3mandyy
x to the o.


p.s. TOMORROW IS LINKIN PARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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skittlicious

:: 2004 28 February :: 10.38pm

I have the dreamstreet song in my head, thanks to Solange...thanks =O.

<33

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theintervoice

:: 2004 27 February :: 3.44pm

this is story i wrote the night of my accident, if you want read...comment if you wish :)


THE END


It must have been 8:55, no rather I’d say 8:45…now this is off the top of my head so it might be a little blurry, before you criticize, just hear me out, because this is the story of how I died. Now how can I tell the story of how I died, shit I am talking to you right now. My car is gone, this was mine, goddamn it mine I paid for it, I drove it, I loved it. I don’t care if it was just an item and a spawn of me but it gave me more life then the love I have for my very own life. This is not the story of my car…the story is of how I died, the stopping of the flow of my blood, the seizing of my heartbeat, the end of my existence that meant so much to some and less to many.

HEREIAMWITHNOAFFECTIONFORTHECHANGESTHATSHALLOCCURINTHEMINDOFASEVENTEENYEAROLDBOY,THEAIRISHOTBUTIFEELSOCOLD.

There are bits of glass and metal in the road that lies parallel to a highway that leads to a beach that I used to go to that is now under construction. Palmetto, yea that’s the road and I hate myself period. It was the sound of rubber starting a scorching hot friction that melted the constriction which kept me sliding into a the back of a Nissan, the rival of Mazda no relation to the story. Nothing to fall back on. I see my self begging for rides for my friends in foreshadowing bubbles of the future. I’m not even a good student to back that up. I am not your favorite person right now. She has reason – I am irresponsible. I grew up to fast but not correctly. The most out of four children oh yes I AM the spitting image of my father, if he had been only as fucked up as me. I should be crying, but I cant because the thought of my mother crying would make me kill myself. All is lost and I should be getting back to the story but what is even the point of writing this, this is not a story about love, friendships, and pacts of self reliance, its not about society, and its sure as hell not about car accidents, or drugs or sex, or comedy, but however in some way it all leads back to all of that, we are all in the same boat, its just that some of us take the harder way to get to their destination. She cries because she missed her French news. Well while I am still in my mode of shock I shall continue to write this useless story while my mother cries because she missed her favorite new program because of me. Because of me her insurance will go up, because of its because she doesn’t have the strength to carry on, and there is no happy ending to this I can assure you that. I hear laughter of fellow classmates mocking poor excuse of driving skills. My lack of knowledge. This was our first soyfest. Great start guys.

As I was saying there is bits of glass and metal lying across Palmetto park road where the 2002 Mazda Protege5, had hit the rear bumper of a Nissan Pathfinder probably in the 99 year of from where I was looking I could really tell because I was too distracted by the shiny blinking lights of the police car sirens…but that’s what were into right? Flashy cool looking lights? Cuz that’s what I was into a few days ago, I had replaced my plain white bulbs for cool blue and red ones to enhance the excitement of driving with me, well I can surely and positively say “mission accomplished, Hamon” there I go going off topic again, stay focused hamon cuz this is all your gunna be hearing in your head for the nexy few years. TONIGHT I killed somebody, I actually killed somebody. Theres is no mistake but my own, and its only 10:00 p.m.

HERES THE STORY

It was 6:30, and sun had not yet risen, “Allez! Hamon Allez! School time” I was wide awake sleeping. I was suppose to skip school but last minute I decided not do it, because I really do wanna start getting good grades in school. Joe and alex understood. However alex skipped anyways. So went to school and went to all classes and learned much. Tension would beat inside from missing homework assignments and the posibility of me running into Jessica.

“Wats up Pat…Brian” I said
Pat replyed in “Is it going to down tonight?”
“You bet your ass it is, SOYFEST 2004” I screamed hoping I’d catch some curiousity in the hall in which people would ask us what soyfest was. Soyfest basically stood for Shit On You Festival, looks like the shit was on me.
The bell rings
“I gotta go to class and do the homework I didn’t last night” said by me with a smile because last night I was running across 18th street naked with bryan to catch some eyes.
In class I could barely keep my eyes open
“Alright everybody pass their homework from last night” implored the teacher
“Shit” I murmured to myself
class went by in 50 minutes, which felt like hours. It’s American history now. I’m remenissing about the days when I would walk Anna to class before I had my old American History class. Truth still hurts.
“Hamon!!!! Whats up, man?” Oto shouts as I walk in the 15 year old portable.
“nothing man, Did you do the vocab?” I hopingly ask
“Nah man, I’m not going to even bother” he said.



thats all i got so far, i'll put the rest up when i write it.
thanks!

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theintervoice

:: 2004 27 February :: 3.44pm

this is story i wrote the night of my accident, if you want read...comment if you wish :)


THE END


It must have been 8:55, no rather I’d say 8:45…now this is off the top of my head so it might be a little blurry, before you criticize, just hear me out, because this is the story of how I died. Now how can I tell the story of how I died, shit I am talking to you right now. My car is gone, this was mine, goddamn it mine I paid for it, I drove it, I loved it. I don’t care if it was just an item and a spawn of me but it gave me more life then the love I have for my very own life. This is not the story of my car…the story is of how I died, the stopping of the flow of my blood, the seizing of my heartbeat, the end of my existence that meant so much to some and less to many.

HEREIAMWITHNOAFFECTIONFORTHECHANGESTHATSHALLOCCURINTHEMINDOFASEVENTEENYEAROLDBOY,THEAIRISHOTBUTIFEELSOCOLD.

There are bits of glass and metal in the road that lies parallel to a highway that leads to a beach that I used to go to that is now under construction. Palmetto, yea that’s the road and I hate myself period. It was the sound of rubber starting a scorching hot friction that melted the constriction which kept me sliding into a the back of a Nissan, the rival of Mazda no relation to the story. Nothing to fall back on. I see my self begging for rides for my friends in foreshadowing bubbles of the future. I’m not even a good student to back that up. I am not your favorite person right now. She has reason – I am irresponsible. I grew up to fast but not correctly. The most out of four children oh yes I AM the spitting image of my father, if he had been only as fucked up as me. I should be crying, but I cant because the thought of my mother crying would make me kill myself. All is lost and I should be getting back to the story but what is even the point of writing this, this is not a story about love, friendships, and pacts of self reliance, its not about society, and its sure as hell not about car accidents, or drugs or sex, or comedy, but however in some way it all leads back to all of that, we are all in the same boat, its just that some of us take the harder way to get to their destination. She cries because she missed her French news. Well while I am still in my mode of shock I shall continue to write this useless story while my mother cries because she missed her favorite new program because of me. Because of me her insurance will go up, because of its because she doesn’t have the strength to carry on, and there is no happy ending to this I can assure you that. I hear laughter of fellow classmates mocking poor excuse of driving skills. My lack of knowledge. This was our first soyfest. Great start guys.

As I was saying there is bits of glass and metal lying across Palmetto park road where the 2002 Mazda Protege5, had hit the rear bumper of a Nissan Pathfinder probably in the 99 year of from where I was looking I could really tell because I was too distracted by the shiny blinking lights of the police car sirens…but that’s what were into right? Flashy cool looking lights? Cuz that’s what I was into a few days ago, I had replaced my plain white bulbs for cool blue and red ones to enhance the excitement of driving with me, well I can surely and positively say “mission accomplished, Hamon” there I go going off topic again, stay focused hamon cuz this is all your gunna be hearing in your head for the nexy few years. TONIGHT I killed somebody, I actually killed somebody. Theres is no mistake but my own, and its only 10:00 p.m.

HERES THE STORY

It was 6:30, and sun had not yet risen, “Allez! Hamon Allez! School time” I was wide awake sleeping. I was suppose to skip school but last minute I decided not do it, because I really do wanna start getting good grades in school. Joe and alex understood. However alex skipped anyways. So went to school and went to all classes and learned much. Tension would beat inside from missing homework assignments and the posibility of me running into Jessica.

“Wats up Pat…Brian” I said
Pat replyed in “Is it going to down tonight?”
“You bet your ass it is, SOYFEST 2004” I screamed hoping I’d catch some curiousity in the hall in which people would ask us what soyfest was. Soyfest basically stood for Shit On You Festival, looks like the shit was on me.
The bell rings
“I gotta go to class and do the homework I didn’t last night” said by me with a smile because last night I was running across 18th street naked with bryan to catch some eyes.
In class I could barely keep my eyes open
“Alright everybody pass their homework from last night” implored the teacher
“Shit” I murmured to myself
class went by in 50 minutes, which felt like hours. It’s American history now. I’m remenissing about the days when I would walk Anna to class before I had my old American History class. Truth still hurts.
“Hamon!!!! Whats up, man?” Oto shouts as I walk in the 15 year old portable.
“nothing man, Did you do the vocab?” I hopingly ask
“Nah man, I’m not going to even bother” he said.



thats all i got so far, i'll put the rest up when i write it.
thanks!

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skittlicious

:: 2004 26 February :: 1.57pm

all I wanna do is go to the beach to take pictures and NO ONE will go with me, what is this madness!

<3mandyy

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skittlicious

:: 2004 23 February :: 7.06am

the carwash i went through yesterday!

title or description the stuff on the car, was all multi-colored, pretty!

title or descriptionme in the car, staying dry =)

title or description water on the windshield

title or description the big blower things started, hahah..

title or description the sign telling me what was happening!

I visited my grandparents and their two dogs<3
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title or description I told him to smile, look what he does, silly grandpa<3

out, with my camera, never stopping taking pictures ;-)!

title or description hahah, jackie got paint on her pants, curtesy of me!

title or descriptionlauren, i dont know what to say!

title or description lauren looks like she's beans in EVERY picture, this was us trying hard to keep her looking normal...we failed...brian discovered what things look like blurred, haha.

title or description heather!

title or description danielle passed out, poor sickling<33

title or description dan and his...twitch? haha jk

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title or description this was our sad faces, cause jackie chickened out ;]!!

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title or description on my way out, realizing i should probally clean my car, thank you lauren for cleaning it for me =)

title or description we should learn how to take a picture




lol, enjoy

<3mandyy

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skittlicious

:: 2004 20 February :: 2.25pm

Top Reasons to Date A Paintball Player
1. We aren't afraid 2 get down and dirty
2. We know how to listen 2 directions
3. We at least have a 10" barrel
4. We can fire off 100's of rounds without getting tired
5. We always wear protection
6. We love to be aggressive
7. We like to push hard, but not hard enough to get hit
8. We clean our barrels a lot
9. We always have to have the best 'cocker on the field
10. We're good at moving our fingers extremely fast in small places
11. We can move & contort our bodies into weird positions
12. We usually leave our "condom" on so we won't spray u
in ur eye


haha I need to find me one of those...I think i'm going paintballing this weekend, dun dun dun.

<3

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skittlicious

:: 2004 19 February :: 9.46pm
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: everything // fefe dobson

I REALLY need to get a life...
these are cross posted from www.livejournal.com/users/_hotstuff_



title or description chemistry is too boring, so i made a tag<3

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title or descriptionthis is my favorite work shirt =)

title or description and this is just me being gay :]



yeah, i'm a loser, leave me be.

<3

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